[Hebrew mythology] The best friend of the devil

Pantheon.

The lights are brilliant, and in the deepest part of this dark, never-seen hell, the Fallen Commander of Satan used magic to light up the entire palace.Lucifer sat alone on the throne, looking down on the silver-haired angel who was approaching him step by step as expected.

"I asked you to escort Lilith... Satara, don't you understand what I mean?" Lucifer sighed in a low voice, "You... have never disobeyed my orders."

"I didn't disobey your order this time either. Lilith is safe." The silver-haired angel replied softly. He knelt down beside the throne, hugged Lucifer's slender legs, and touched Lucifer's knee with his cheek. "Lord Lucifer...I love you. Please."

Lucifer watched him from above his head.It was a silent trial, Lucifer stroked the top of his head and pushed him away.

"Lord Lucifer..." The silver-haired angel didn't show any surprise, he approached him again, his eyes filled with exhaustion, "One night, please."

Lucifer stroked his hair again.After a brief hesitation, Lucifer suddenly hugged him horizontally. Sattara suppressed the exclamation that was about to exit, and unconsciously grabbed Lucifer's sleeves. Silver mixed with black, Lucifer threw him on the spacious bed in the bedroom, condescending overlooking him. "Last chance," said the demon king, "you have no right to ask to stop."

Satara relaxed her body instead.He lay still, breathing evenly.Lucifer sat next to him and gently scratched his wing roots. Unlike the six-winged Lucifer, Satara only had one pair of wings.The wing roots covered with down feathers trembled sensitively, Satara seemed to put himself on the altar and completely surrendered to his king.Lucifer's movements have always been very gentle, so soft that people can't even feel really hugged.In the last waking moment, Satara hugged him tightly, buried his face in his chest, stroked || his back, and then stabbed a light blade into his back.

"...Actually all we can confirm is that he seriously injured your soul when you were completely relaxed." Beelzebub said lightly, "But he is not very reassuring after all... You know, the older the life Often the stronger you are, his life is about the same as yours..."

Xia Lu thought about this sentence for a while, and then came to a somewhat horrifying conclusion: "When was Lucifer born?"

"You started..."

"Then when was he born?"

"Slightly later than you, and close to the beginning of creation..."

"Was it a slave society then?"

Beelzebub: "..."

"No, there is no such thing as a slave society in Heaven." Beelzebub tried to find a balance between godless thinking and Hebrew mythology. It's still a feudal society."

"What the hell society is developing so slowly" was clearly written on Xia Lu's face.

Beelzebub finally realized how difficult the job of the Prime Minister of Hell was: not only to deal with the devil's whims when the devil was normal, but also to deal with the devil's wild thoughts when the devil lost his memory. "A slave is a product of a contract. The life of a slave is completely in the hands of the master. The master only needs to use his thoughts to limit or even harm the slave. It is usually used to punish war criminals..."

"Hey, did Lucifer fall from heaven?" Xia Lu suddenly changed the subject, seemingly completely immersed in her own world, "He seemed like an angel from heaven?"

"Yes," Beelzebub replied as cautiously as possible, "you were in heaven before you fell—"

"Did Satara fall to heaven before Lucifer?"

"No, he was..."

"after?"

"It's following..."

"Then he is not a war criminal." Xia Lu finally turned the topic to what he wanted to express, and Beelzebub took a few deep breaths, "If you didn't interrupt me at the beginning, I would have explained it to you! "

Xia Lu glanced at him lightly, obviously confirming again and again that this is the amnesia version, Beelzebub was still trembling all over, Lucifer was really powerful, Beelzebub always felt that the other party was spinning something that would drive him crazy Thought, "Before you fell to heaven, you were pure light attribute." He paused, as if observing Xia Lu's expression, "Hell is purely dark elemental environment, the most important step in falling to heaven is to convert light attribute to Dark attribute, but with the purity of your light attribute, your life may be in danger during the conversion process. Therefore, he took the initiative to sign a contract with you, and you got the vitality from him that supported Fallen Heaven."

"That is...all fallen angels are of dark attribute?" Xia Lu didn't seem to have heard the real point, he asked lightly, but Beelzebub dared not answer lightly, "Yes."

"Okay." Xia Lu nodded, "You go out first. I have something to say to him alone."

For a moment, Beelzebub really didn't understand why he was afraid of this powerless pure human being in front of him. Even if this body contained Lucifer's soul, it was an amnesiac version. From strength to wisdom, there was nothing worthy of his fear— — But Xia Lu glanced at him again, he took a step back, and obediently went to the living room.

It was a kind of absolute coercion, born with arrogance in a high position, never humbled or hesitant, and maintained absolute arrogance no matter in heaven or hell.

Once inferiority complex has occurred, no matter how high you are in a position, it cannot be covered up.Beelzebub understands this - when a person with low self-esteem faces a proud person, he either wants to destroy or submit.

He surrendered to Lucifer, knelt down in front of him and let him caress the top of his head, unable to resist, that kind of power made him afraid, but also made him follow willingly.

After the door closed, Xia Lu stretched out her hand to comb Lisa Tara's hair. "How long have you been awake?" He asked seemingly casually, "Stop pretending, it doesn't seem logical to be so stiff and lethargic."

Sattara turned his face slightly, Xia Lu was surprised to find that the pair of silver eyes looking over were wet with a layer of water vapor. "It hurts?" He asked subconsciously, his eyes swept over his wound, "Hmm... eat a piece of candy?"

He made a suggestion that was enough to be ridiculed by angels.Satara shook her head slightly, her eyes fixed on him, but she didn't look into his eyes.That gaze made Xia Lu feel flustered and depressed, "What the hell are you looking at... Satara?"

From those eyes, slowly, crystal clear teardrops fell, wet his high nose bridge and the lower right cheek, and fell into the quilt.

He bit his lower lip, sobbing silently.

Xia Lu stretched out his hand to pull his lips out from between his teeth, the other party opened his mouth blankly, faint blood gushed out from the wound on his lips.Xia Lu vaguely remembered that she did this once: pulling out his lips, prying open his teeth with fingertips, to prevent him from biting herself; face, holding it in his arms.

"Boye..." Another name was almost uttered from his lips, but he didn't make a sound after all. In the white palace at the top of the heaven, the unfallen angel spread its wings, and the six pure white wings seemed to be full of people. Tian Huaguang, his slender and white index finger was held between the teeth of the angel in his arms, and his middle finger was groping along the wound on the other's lower lip. His lowered black eyes were calm and comforting. He didn't say any more comforting words, only The temperature slowly passed between the two.

"Believe me."

The exact same words make people easily drop their defenses.

Satara closed her eyes almost in despair, refusing to imagine the reaction the other party would have when she knew she had killed him—no matter what the reaction was, betrayal was betrayal, it was a bloody wound that could not be easily smoothed over.

"Lucifer..." His voice was broken, "Trust me."

He repeated his words.

Xia Lu didn't make a sound above his head, but lightly tightened the arms around him.