[Hebrew mythology] The best friend of the devil

In fact, Satara is a fine score.

He didn't realize it himself, but everyone including Lucifer agreed that he had at least three personalities: one was as Boye who colludes with powerful demons, and the other was as Satara who confronted others. There is no expression as an expression, and there is another one when facing Lucifer, in Cain's words, "All the arrogant, stupid, and happy people are concentrated on this personality, which is obviously the same joke. Telling it out is so different from His Royal Highness Lucifer's telling it out?"

"No," Mephisto corrected him, "only the words of a loved one can awaken a sleeping soul, only—"

"Speak Standard Common Tongue." Mammon.

"When Cain spoke, he didn't listen at all. He only listened to His Majesty."

Cain silently covered his face, as if he finally understood the specific boundaries of the two personalities.He took out a handful of normal biscuits from the dog food bag and handed them to Sariel, who was currently single, "Come, eat some."

Sariel looked at the bag suspiciously.

"Come on, eat some." Cain persuaded again, "I feel like you'll be inseparable from it soon."

"No. Your Majesty has a sense of propriety." Mephisto patted his biscuit away, "If you have such leisure, you might as well study how to bypass the peace treaty and cause trouble for the angels."

"Speaking of this..." Beelzebub, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said, "Your Majesty asked me to return Michael's magic bracelet..."

Mamen quickly calculated, "This is not worth much..."

"Who is this bracelet on...?"

"Why are you studying this taste?" Cain thought decisively, "They—"

"Won't wearing that kind of thing affect your body for a long time...?" Beelzebub was thinking clearly, taking His Majesty's health as the guideline for his actions, but the others had already changed the topic when he was in a daze, "It's really... ...Always a little unreliable."

Lucifer used facts to prove that he didn't know, the thing was broken long ago, no matter what kind of magic bracelet it was, it couldn't withstand his magic pressure, and it was directly destroyed humanely after the use value was squeezed out.So Beelzebub didn't get any reply, but Satara asked, "What do you want it for?"

"..." In order to prevent myself from feeling uncomfortable at that time, I chopped you up.

Satara seemed to understand what he meant immediately, and stopped asking, but stood silently in the corner behind him as usual and watched him work.The office style of hell is completely different from the style of heaven. The style of heaven is to consider public opinion, public opinion, divine power, and consideration...the style of hell is, don’t you agree?Call!

Lucifer wrote a line of fluent characters on the paper. The tip of the quill is not round, so the thickness of the ink will change when it is rotated.He was wearing a robe with only a shirt on the inside, revealing the distinct wrist lines.Satara restrained himself from imagining that this hand wrote the words "then destroy him all over the house", it controlled the ups and downs of the entire hell, possessed power beyond the gods, and could hold a sword or a pen ——It is not suitable for writing sentences with the tone of elementary school students.

"What's the matter?" Lucifer looked back at him, resting his chin on the other hand, his black hair hanging over his wrist, "boring?"

"I've been used to it for a long time." Satara replied, he walked towards Lucifer and took out the pen from his hand, "Do you hate God...not 'hate', but 'hate'?"

"Huh? No... I didn't use this style of expression on purpose because I hate him. How tiring it is to be against him so deliberately." Lucifer smiled, picked up another pen in the ink bottle, and wrote Touching the mouth of the bottle lightly let the excess ink flow down, "There is no need to worry about me, I can tell the difference...huh?"

Satara buried her face on his shoulder, silver hair swept across his line of sight, Satara asked softly: "Can you really not mind?"

Don't mind what?

God who covers injustice with fairness, or Satara who sends the blade into his heart?

Lucifer deliberately made a distressed look, "In your heart, I declare a person to be my queen to the whole hell and heaven, in order to settle accounts slowly?"

"..." For a moment Lucifer thought he was going to say "I didn't ask you such a thing", but Satara knelt down and kissed the instep of his foot.His movements were gentle and pious, and Lucifer suddenly remembered the meaning of his name again: Lucifer's contract.

A contract made from the beginning of life.

He raised his head and opened his silver-gray eyes wide. Lucifer held his face up and saw his black figure swaying in the irises, like a cloud in a pool of moonlight, "Thank you."

The one he loves is the darling of light and the lord of darkness; the one he hates is the chief of angels and the pinnacle of devils.Then the man taught him that there is only one thing that can dissolve hate.

Only one's own love can dissolve one's hatred.

When love has room to live, hate will vanish.

"Speaking of which," Lucifer said suddenly, his voice muffled, "Can you get pregnant?"

"..." Satara moved his tongue inch by inch, "Do you have any misunderstanding about my gender?"

"Angels without Fallen Heaven have no gender..."

"I was born to be a fallen angel, so I'm really sorry." Satara once again had the idea of ​​killing the other party, but this time the purpose was very clear, "If you want a child, you can find it—uh!"

Lucifer entwined his tongue, the lips were warm and soft, and Satara squinted his eyes, not looking at him.

"Child? I have taught enough at Angel Academy, please spare me." He let go of Satara with a smile, "Hey, if you want to fuck me, you can't do this, take the initiative?"

Satara didn't think there was any difference between taking the initiative to let him eat and waiting for him to be interested, and he didn't believe that he could really overwhelm this smiling devil.The Demon King showed a cute and harmless smile, which made his hands itch, "Take the initiative, come to understand me? If you catch my weakness, then..."

"..." Satara, "so what?"

Lucifer seemed to lick his lower lip in distress, "I have no choice but to tie you to the bed."

Satara threw an uppercut to his chin, and was caught by the opponent's palm, "Oh... not bad, dare to punch me? It seems that my hard work has paid off?"

Satara withdrew his fist, not wanting to look at him.He got up and put the pen in the ink bottle, and there was a little black ink mark on the palm of his hand, "You don't have to pretend to be so keen on this kind of thing, your character is lighter than other angels. I'm not right Such a demanding devil."

"Think about me as much as you can." Lucifer chuckled, and he wrote down the long and thin text on the paper. Satara remembered that there were many related adjectives, but they leaked out of his mind, a None remained.He only knew that Lucifer's slender fingers moved across the paper, the documents were moved page by page from stack to stack, and finally the pen was thrown into the ink bottle, the ink bottle was pushed to the bedside table, and Lucifer pulled off his collar , Press him on the table.

Satara silently looked at the person above her, black hair hanging down to form a small space, they seemed to be able to exchange breath without touching.

"Oh, it's fine if you don't like it." Lucifer straightened up suddenly, but Satara held his wrist. Satara pressed his lips, his eyes were clear, "Don't give in...don't give in to me. According to you Come on, you said you would teach me."

"Hey, Satara." Lucifer bent his eyes, and his lips touched Satara's fingers, which were so moist and warm that his fingertips were numb, "Who are you?"

——The boy sat on the hospital bed and asked him, who are you?

——The angel raised his head and stared into the black eyes of the other party. The distance between them was only a few meters, but tens of thousands of years were separated by heaven and hell.

"I am your..."

"spouse."

——THEEND——