[Hebrew mythology] The best friend of the devil

Xia Lu was playing with the pen in his hand, it was a pen specially designed for turning pens with rubber weights on both ends, and it was designed for people to play with. As for the English teacher on the podium who looked at him several times, he was too lazy to interrupt him in the end: Facts have proved that turning the pen often does not affect the lecture, no matter what the experts and parents say.

Xia Lu really couldn't restrain herself from thinking about her angel in English class.Satora, Satora, Sa... tora.

He shook his head, and the pen in his hand finally fell to the ground.

"Xia Lu." The English teacher finally got impatient, "Look at the blackboard, your pen won't tell you the real exam questions!"

Xia Lu looked up at her in a daze, and for a moment he wanted to complain: Lucifer was taught by a middle-aged aunt in high school English class, but he immediately recovered, silently turned his gaze back to the blackboard, and began to copy Those white writing.The English teacher's emotional talk was filtered into a floating mass of meaningless things in his mind, and by the time he threw the mass out of his brain, the English class was over.

He had no friends, and few people would seek him out between classes.It's not that he's not likable, but that he doesn't know how to communicate with others.When he talks with others, he always has a kind of anxiety. He always feels that others will suddenly disappear or feel scared, so that he will subconsciously avoid talking.When others realize that he is not a good person to talk to, they will naturally divert their attention: there are plenty of people who are smart and know how to talk, and there is no reason to fight him hard.

He played with the gel pen by himself, took out the spring and flicked it in his hand, and soon he couldn't find the spring.The sun is shining outside the window, which is a good weather, but he always feels that something is scary. "Xia Lu...you probably didn't do your homework, did you?"

"I don't know... Oh, I finally had a chance not to write." Xia Lu replied to the biology class representative, and continued to stare out the window.A secret fear enveloped him. "You... whoever asks for a leave for me, I don't feel comfortable going home!" He made a nonsense reason, picked up his schoolbag, stuffed the pencil case into it, and ran away. The extreme panic gradually expanded in his heart, and he crossed two Changjie, strode upstairs, and rushed into the house——the house was clean, except for the pants he threw on the sofa yesterday, which affected his mood a bit, there was nothing abnormal about it.

He subconsciously pursed his lips. Although it was daytime, he still turned on the light, did not change his shoes, bent down, and moved slowly towards the bedroom while touching the wall.He heard a small clicking sound, and he stood in front of the half-closed bedroom door.He couldn't see what was inside, but he obeyed his instinct - he took off a shoe and rushed into the house, and slapped down on the standing thing he saw.

"Ow—"

It was a handsome man with long golden hair.His long hair was tied up behind his head, hanging down to his waist, and his hands were in front of his face. Just now, his fair, slender hands suitable for playing the piano were slapped firmly by the sole of a sneaker. The man The purple eyes looked at Xia Lu with grievances, "It hurts...you..." His voice faltered, "You can't be..."

Xia Lu didn't look at him again, but quickly turned to Satara who was unconscious on the bed, the angel with its wings hanging down, looked more listless than when he hurt him. "What's up with him?"

"... had an anal with Mamen, and then passed out." The blond man's gaze stayed on his face, his breathing fluctuated rapidly and slowly, "You...you..."

Xia Lu pushed Satara's hair back, and simply took off the vest that was in good condition for some reason and the ragged trousers that were exactly the opposite, revealing Satara's muscular lines that made him a little jealous.Of course, there are things that are much more shocking than muscle lines now: no matter where the vest or trousers are wrapped, they are covered with light golden scars like the arms, and the scars themselves emit a cold metallic light. Thin and long, like a bunch of blades sliding in the wind, wrapped around him.Xia Lu didn't dare to touch those wounds, his fingers slid along the still intact skin, this time his intuition failed to help him, "treat him."

"I can't do it." The blond man raised his hands, "Mammon is the original sin of greed, the wound he caused contains 'power', and I can't heal it."

"Can I cure it?" Xia Lu seemed to really notice him now, "Who are you?"

"...Beelzebub." The blond man looked extremely aggrieved, "Probably can...but you now..."

"Spells, mantras or spell formations, tell me." Xia Lu said bluntly, "How will you know if you don't try?"

Oddly enough, the fear of "the other person will disappear" doesn't exist when talking to them.They are stronger than humans, Xia Lu is vaguely aware of this, but he is not in the mood to pay attention now. "Incantation..." Beelzebub uttered a series of weird syllables, Xia Lu repeated a little after he said it, and there was no response after repeating it.

"Your strength hasn't recovered yet." Beelzebub sighed. "Although Mammon's wound is bad, Satara is also an angel that existed at the beginning of creation. He won't die so easily..."

"Although I don't know what your logic is, in my logic, 'will not die' is not a synonym for 'everything is fine'." Xia Lu replied coldly, and then he received Beelzebub's complaint: " You have always favored him..."

Xia Lu gave him a dangerous enough smile.

"Your Majesty..." Beelzebub said slowly and quietly, "If you look at me like this, I will fall in love with you."

Xia Lu: "..."

"Your eyes are as beautiful as ever." Beelzebub said seemingly carelessly, "so you look at him as always. You will always be blocked by some simple things. As the prime minister of hell, I always want to remind you Your point—he would—”

"Shut up." Xia Lu said sharply, "It's not your turn to say it."

Something was churning in his mind, about to burst: he knew it didn't belong to Xia Lu, but at this moment everything that belonged to Xia Lu seemed extremely unreal, and there was a voice in his mind that sharply denied being human. everything, but refused to reveal inhuman stories; he pressed his temples, feeling that he would be exploded by his own thoughts at any time.Beelzebub has been looking at him indifferently, as if it could pierce his heart.Xia Lu was annoyed by that look, but couldn't vent it.What happened, what happened - damn it.

"Okay," Xia Lu calmed down slowly, "tell me."

Beelzebub shook his head thoughtfully. "I'm sorry for disobeying your orders, Your Majesty—but it's not suitable for you to forcibly retrieve your memory at this time. You need a period of time as a buffer..."

"I'm done buffering." Xia Lu took a deep breath, "He's probably dead."

"Your Majesty..." Beelzebub spoke very slowly, as if a document that was too large and difficult to read was being tried to open, "He would be willing to die for you. This is a matter of course, we will do it for ours The king sacrificed himself."

"Okay," Xia Lu said with a smile, "so Mammon is dedicating herself to me. Stop talking nonsense, just talk."

"So," Beelzebub immediately asked the next question, "Are you gay?"

Xia Lu was stunned.

He seemed to know what Beelzebub was going to ask; but he didn't want to face that kind of thing.He stared at Beelzebub, and just replied lightly: "Maybe I have that potential."

Beelzebub's lips seemed to be turning pale.

"Satara killed you. Killed you."