Heaven's Light Lucifer

Talking about it...

Another drunk.

He smiled and pulled him up from the bamboo chair: "How old am I, how old are you? How dare you say I'm a little boy, huh?"

God stood up suddenly, still a little dizzy, and fell on Lucifer's chest unexpectedly.

The man's head was suddenly placed on his shoulder, Lucifer was still a little confused.He tensed up, trying to wait for the man to react and stand up.

However, after waiting for a long time, I didn't see any movement from this person, so I couldn't help but pat this person on the back: "Yawei, are you asleep?"

There was no response, but... the hand holding his clothes was much tighter.Lucifer raised his arm hesitantly, patted the back of his hand, and asked, "What's the matter? Did you drink too much and feel uncomfortable?"

The person lying on his shoulder nodded slightly, and after a while began to shake his head again.

Then, two arms suddenly embraced him, and tightly grabbed the robe on his back.

The cold palm was attached to his robe, and the temperature penetrated into his body from that part of the skin.

They're stuck...too close.

The fragrance of flowers and the fragrance of clear snow from the man's body wafted to him one by one.

Even, just by raising his arms, Yawei can be wrapped into his arms.

Lucifer patted Yawei on the back, laughed and teased him: "I just taught Tia a lesson, saying that she was presumptuous and rude. I think you are much better than her. At least they didn't get me. Look at yourself, Um?"

As he said, he approached the man and continued to tease him: "This little boy named Yawei, aren't you a bit too double-standard?"

"Lucifer..." The person who had been holding him finally moved in response, whispering softly in his ear, calling out his name.

One sound, another sound... the breath and the sound hit the ears together, like an indescribable mourning.

"Luci...fa..."

"Lucy……"

He heard the man say weakly in his ear: "You are so naughty, what should I do..."

Lucifer sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the person lying on the bed, but still hasn't recovered.

The sentence "You are so misbehaving, what should I do" in his ear was a huge shock in his heart, which made him unable to recover for a long time.

He can't figure it out...

In fact, many aspects of Yawei made him unclear.

The bracelets she made for him with almost all her spiritual energy, the palms she rubbed on the top of her head in the morning, the berries she fed to him with her own hands...

And today, the "presumptuous" and "rude" that came out of the mouth, and the "Lucifer" and "Luci" that were called out one after another before finally falling asleep, and the sentence after that... said that he was not good.

An inconceivable, even nonsensical, terrifying idea slowly took root and entrenched in his heart.

He thought: No, this is impossible... too ridiculous.

But subconsciously, another voice reminded him: Maybe... this is the truth.

Sitting beside the bed in a daze, the wooden door creaked open.

The "Holy God" in light gold embroidered clothes came in with a book of creation in his hand.The sky had cleared up, and the sunlight shone from behind him, coating him with a layer of light gold.

"Lucy," said Moses.

Lucifer stood up, stared at Moses for a moment, and finally settled on the old brown and green book in his hand.

"Yes." He replied, "Are you here to see Yahweh?"

Moses shook his head and said, "Something happened outside. I'll go and see. You stay here and take care of Yahweh."

Fearing that Lucifer would pester him to go out together, he hurriedly added: "Get along well with Yawei, don't mess around."

Lucifer turned his mind a few times, raised his wrist, and brought it in front of Moses: "I and Yahweh are on good terms, don't worry. Look, he even gave me a bracelet this morning."

The bracelet was not well made, it was a very common leather rope in the world, strung with a copper bell, and two rough wooden plaques.Although God used some divine power to modify the bracelet so that it could be seen, but the original craftsmanship was too poor, and it still looked crude and without any sincerity.

"Hey, I don't know what's wrong with him, but he gave me a chain all of a sudden, it's so ugly, it doesn't look useful." Lucifer said, frowning, pretending to be unhappy, Complain quietly.

"Maybe it's because you're not very friendly to him, so you want to repair the relationship with you? Just keep it as useless, it's all his hard work, don't make him sad."

Lucifer smiled slyly when he heard Moses reply.

Then he walked up to Moses, wrapped his hands around his waist, and asked in a breathy voice: "Then when will you come back? In this yard, everyone is human except me. If you leave, the barrier of holy light will not be maintained." How to live?"

Moses thought for a while and said, "It's okay, the barrier of holy light can last for a long time."

Lucifer gave a soft "oh", let go of Moses, and then, pretending to be casual, rubbed his fingertips against the old brown and green book in his hand.

Almost immediately, the power of the fallen angel on Lucifer triggered a powerful resistance from the Book of Creation.

The light golden holy light shot out from the pages of the book like thunder and lightning, and struck straight at Lucifer's head.

The Creation Artifact, which was born at the same time as this world, grew together with God in the subsequent billions of time. The power of the Book of Creation is no less powerful than that of the Holy God.Fortunately, Lucifer reacted quickly and hid in a hurry, otherwise he might have to fight the artifact to the death.

Lucifer patted his chest with lingering fear, let out a breath, turned his head and scolded Moses aggrievedly: "I just rubbed it, and it became so irritable, you don't care about it..."

Then, as if he felt that he had not been beaten enough, he changed his hand and pinched the back of the Book of Creation again.

Moses was so frightened that his face turned pale, and he hurriedly hid the artifact: What kind of joke is this?God, the old man hasn't woken up yet. There is no way to control the rampage of this artifact. If Lucifer is chopped off, even if the next hair is broken, he can't afford it.

Between you and me, Moses didn't notice at all: Lucifer's hand wearing the bracelet, the chicken thief had to rub against the corner of the book cover, but the book of creation did not show any resistance this time.

He turned his head and glanced at the person sleeping on the bed, pretending to be resentful, withdrew his hand: "Okay, I just don't touch it, you go to work, I will get along well with Yawei."

Moses nodded, and hastily left with the book in his arms, fearing that if he stayed for a while longer, it would be in vain.

Lucifer tiptoed to the window, watched the back of Moses pushing the door away, and waited until the door closed with a "snap" before slowly turning around.

He first looked at the person on the bed: the man was still asleep, with long silver hair scattered on the pillow, lying on his side, with his arms folded on his chest, breathing very shallowly.

Then he turned around and sat down at the table, waved his palm on the table, and a papyrus book with a leather cover appeared immediately.

He took out a reed pen at his fingertips, pondered intently, and slowly wrote neat Latin characters on the paper.

[He was very kind to me when we met for the first time]

【Bracelet—it says Moses participated, but Moses didn't know about it】

[Powerful spiritual power—wizard? (I said)】

[About identity, I never took the initiative to say it]

【Pick berries and make wine, I just like them all】

【Mix the milk for me】

【…】

While writing, my head is full of the details of the two of them getting along during these times.

He looked at the entire page of manuscript paper he had written, and the tip of his pen stopped on the last sentence: Never lost my temper with me, no matter what I do, I will forgive me, and I always have the smell of the Holy Spirit.

Lucifer stared blankly at the words on the papyrus.

so obvious...

How many people in this world would spare no effort to treat him the first time they saw him?Let alone a stranger.

Even Michael, who has always been used to him, has always been worried about him because of his falling into the sky. Every time they meet, they will fight hand to hand, and they will fight first.

As for the other people in the sky... Either they dare not even say a word to him out of fear of him, or they have been tortured too much by him since they were young, and they are not sensitive to him.In the whole heaven, there is only one person who dotes on him and spoils him so much. After thinking about it, there is only one person.

Lucifer, who had figured this out, even trembled slightly while holding the pen.

I want to go over to the bed quickly, lie down beside him, shake him awake, and recognize him.

Then... Let him hug himself again.

Or yourself, go and give him a hug.

But he pressed it firmly: If Yahweh is really the Holy Spirit, why did he do this?

Why do you have to be alone, hiding in such an uncontested manor?Even though he fell into the sky for more than 30 days, he didn't respond... Why did he suddenly give him a signal to come over?But why wait for him to come, but not see him in real body?

Lucifer couldn't understand all of these.

He can barely explain the first few questions, for example, as Moses said: in order to experience the sufferings of the world.

Another example is what Yahweh said to him earlier: he left him because he thought he could do well.And he was recalled only because he was worried, and he must be kept by his side.

But the last question made him think hard and couldn't think of it. Why did he hide his identity?

And that sentence after being drunk, full of mournful words: What should I do...

If it was an ordinary person, such a sentence would be too common, but the Holy Spirit is the god of creation.Even if the whole world was created by him, what else in this world... is worthy of him saying "what should I do"?

Thinking of this, Lucifer felt a chill in his heart.

He waved away the toilet paper on the table, turned around and tiptoed to the side of God, then carefully sat down on the bed, thought for a while and performed magic tricks to clean his hands and feet, and simply lay down on his side.

Because God had just drunk wine, his body smelled of wine. When he got so close, the clear fragrance of flowers and berries swayed over him one by one.

Lucifer touched his sleeve with his fingertips, then squeezed his hair, and muttered a complaint softly: "What are you trying to do..."

After finishing speaking, he leaned forward again and leaned towards the man.

A little bit……

a little more...

Finally, the whole head was buried in the neck of God.

He moved his fingers, raised the palm of God hanging by his side, hesitated... put it on his waist, and then curled up like a little wolf, lying in the arms of the sleeping man.

The author has something to say:

and so……

Holy Spirit, what are you doing all this for?