Bat family's cub is lost

"Lucifer, we are not friends." The craftsman was not surprised that he would run in by himself, after all, he was such a guy. "Also," he said sleepily, "I'm going to bed right now, can you come back sometime? Or take care of those demons, they are all crazy and want to go to heaven and fight God .”

Lucifer walks in the world with a good appearance, black hair, and brown eyes with a flair, which is the type that will be very popular.But he is actually very vicious, he is the best at playing with people's hearts, and when he has nothing to do, he likes to ask others what they want most in their hearts.However, he has his own set of rules, punishing sinners while not killing indiscriminately, which is why craftsmen will maintain a relationship between friends and strangers with him.

"I'm not in charge of the whole hell. After all, hell is so big. It's all up to me. I will work overtime all year round, which is too scary." Lucifer raised his eyebrows, "Do you know Satan? He has a clown with horns The one running around should be his subordinates."

"That guy wanted to rule the world before, but he was pushed back by his son. It's ridiculous." He smiled, and suddenly said something intentionally or unintentionally, "Why don't you just throw him out too? There is such a hidden danger in the world, don’t you think it’s a little bit more flawed?”

A fruit knife was nailed to the wall while rubbing Lucifer's face.

"Whoa whoa, are you angry?"

"Don't try to confuse me, don't test people's hearts," the craftsman turned his head, his eyes fell on Lucifer coldly, "People's hearts can never stand the temptation, if you shake me, you will only get one that you regret. result."

Lucifer pulled out the knife from the wall and put it gently on the table, then spread his hands and said, "Okay, I'll restrain myself, do you want to hear me tell a story about those so-called people who believe in demons?"

"Not interested," the craftsman poked his head back again.

Lucifer was used to the teasing of this little guy, he looked around, "Where are the two guys beside you? Like Crawley and Raphael?"

"It's Crowley and Aziraphale."

"Whatever, so where are they? I thought they'd be watching over you all the time."

"Maybe in Paris, maybe in Austria, I don't need others to look after me. Their task is not to look after me, but to ensure that the contract runs as usual. You know this very well, please don't make me repeat it over and over again." Be patient, no one likes to be kept asking questions when they are sleepy.

"Nothing you say will reach God's ears now, so just say something, I really need a good night's sleep."

"The thing is," Lucifer, who had fallen to heaven for a long time, put on his bewitching smile, "Are you interested in going to hell?"

There are still some interests. Craftsmen want to find out why demons flood into the world in large numbers. No matter who is doing something behind the scenes or where there is a problem, it needs to be solved early.

Before Lucifer left, he left a mark, with which he could temporarily have the right to open and close the gates of hell.

When the craftsman woke up after a full sleep, it was already high in the sun outside, and the road surface was scorching hot from the big sun.He stood at the door in a daze for a while, then turned into a convenience store on the side of the street to buy some food, and gave them all to the three-flowered cat who rubbed against his trousers and yelled "meow meow" and refused to leave.As a result, as soon as he put down the food, many cats came running from the corner of the road, almost turning him into a cat climbing frame.

It's nice to be furry, but it's a bit hot in this weather.

The craftsman who finally escaped from the cat pile returned to his hut, took out the communicator he stored in the dream and edited a message - "I have something to go out, stay away from the monitoring range, if you find that the locator signal disappears, please don't worry The recipient was the one he'd tried a million times to text or call but never had success with, Bruce Wayne, whose personal phone number he knew so well he could recite it backwards.

There seems to be nothing left to do.

He looked around his hut, and finally patched it, similar to the "Muggle Repelling Curse", which distorts people's senses and makes them ignore it, in case some thieves like to visit rashly.Then the imprint left by Lucifer was activated, and a black mist rose up mixed with the whispers of demons to envelop him.

"This is not the same as the hell I imagined," the craftsman stepped out of the black mist.There is dry magma under the feet, the blood-red sky above the head, and the smell of sulfur is all over the nose.A few huge birds with strange shapes skipped over from the low sky, making hoarse calls.They chased and killed each other, and the dark blood was splashed on the magma, steaming a rusty mist.

Half of his impression of hell comes from the demon Mr. Crowley he met earlier, and the other half comes from Lucifer.The former complained to him about the poor environment in hell, and often lamented that it was not bad recently, whether it was entertainment projects or greening work, the most important thing was that the weather was no longer always cloudy.

As for the latter, the great demon king in hell is mainly responsible for judging sinners and maintaining that little bit of order in chaos.He ran into the human world because he was tired of work and tried to catch a few talented humans to work for him.The latest one to focus on is a guy named Constantine. It is said that he has been abducted several times to no avail.

"It won't make my clothes smell all over here, right?" He made an 'evil' expression, put on his black cloak, and put on a pair of thick-soled combat boots. "Fortunately, I have a large pile of black cloaks, and I can throw this away when I leave here."

The craftsman continued to walk along the magma that erupted from time to time, and several red-skinned devil lizards scurried into the magma, only their heads were exposed, and they looked at the living person curiously.Other creatures also hid behind the rocks, watching his movements carefully.

The creatures in the periphery are relatively weak. For example, the big birds before are already one of the best overlords here. The craftsmen wear the mark of Lucifer, and there is a smell of "not to be provoked". Naturally, these little guys are even more jealous .

However, going further inside is different.The size of the emerging creatures is getting bigger and bigger, and it is a punch and a hole in a fight.Roaring and crashing sounds could be clearly heard from far away.The demons, whose minds are filled with the desire to fight, are generally used as cannon fodder for the front row charge in battle.

The craftsman still remembered Lucifer's slightly mocking words, "Just say casually that there was a fight, and you can sit and forget about everything. No matter how many people die, you don't need to be appeased afterwards, because those fools will only complain that the fight didn't go well." It's their turn." By the way, the fight between hell and heaven is usually limited to these cannon fodders fighting each other. After all, it's just a cosmetic project, and no one wants to hurt their vitality.

"The smell of humans," a demon who looked like a cow sniffed, but he was short-sighted, so he didn't notice the craftsman who was passing not far from him.

A demon with scales all over its body flicked its tail on his face, "Don't change the topic, let's fight!" The bull-headed demon got up, and rushed forward trying to stab his stomach with its horns. The tribe scuffled into a ball.

After this section of the road and further inside is the territory of the devil, they can freely control the size of the body, generally maintain a human shape, rational and intelligent, led by Satan.Human souls usually fall into the no-regret zone outside the demon's territory. Those who are guilty are tormented by karma, and those who have redeemed their sins can enter the city of demons after approval and wait for reincarnation.

"This is—" The artisan who opened the door and crossed the barrier surrounded by flames, and stepped into the city of demons, opened his eyes wide.He saw many human souls lined up at the gate of the city, and the line went out and circled several times, so long that the tail could not be seen.Human souls can also be seen everywhere in the city, floating around with numb expressions.

He pushed through the crowd, trying to find someone who could talk to him, but he was destined to find nothing. "What happened in the world?" The craftsman had no choice but to hand the question to the devil.

The demon spread his hand and waved in front of him, "A living person? No matter why you came here, you have to pay a price if you want to ask the demon a question. What are you going to pay?"

A dagger was nailed to the table between his fingers, "Your life, I think this chip should be enough."

"Don't be like this, I'm an honest devil, □□, absolutely guarantee the quality and quantity."

The craftsman squinted and stared at him for a while, then put away the knife, "I hope so, otherwise this knife will stab you directly in the head next time."Demons have the nature of demons, and they will always only lure those who are weaker than them with rhetoric.

"See there," the demon pointed to the distance, "go straight along this road, and there is a personal soul hanging on the shelf in the middle square. His soul is black, smelly and not tasty, and Nothing to exchange with us, it can be said to be worthless."

The devil grinned and rubbed his hands, "I believe you have also discovered the anomalies of these souls, and it was all caused by that guy—"

"Just say what you want to do."

"It's very simple," the devil compared his fingers, "please get rid of that soul completely, I really don't want to see that guy's face again for a moment. If you agree, then the answer you want can also be obtained from How about getting it from that guy's mouth?"

Just for the workload?There is no such possibility, the demons are pure egoists.One of the reasons why he gathers a group of artisans to attack the soul is that the soul offended him, but because of its more demonic texture than the devil, it has attracted the attention of the devil. After the due process is completed, he may be stepped on. overhead.

For another reason, the demon looked at the craftsman's back and licked his lips.It would be great if I could use that guy to drag this pure soul into hell.

In the center of the square, the heads of the souls on the piled platform are hung in the noose of the hanging, and the karmic fire is burning under the feet.With green hair and a pale face painted with a big smile, and wearing a fancy purple suit, he couldn't stop laughing in the fire.

clown.

The craftsman scowled.

"Wow wow, do you know who I thought of when I saw you?" The clown squinted at the craftsman standing outside the fire and said, "My dear little bat, oh, I really miss him a little bit. He giggled, "I heard that I will hang here for three years, three years in the human world, and then I can become a demon. This sounds really exciting."

"Maybe I can go up and say hello to him at that time, and that Superman, ha," the clown closed his eyes reminiscently, "I'm already looking forward to their expressions when we meet again, hahahaha."

"What did you do?" The craftsman looked at him coldly.

The clown let out a small exclamation, and said pleasantly: "That's the expression, ha, you look more and more like my little bat."

"What did you say? I've done so many things that I can't even remember myself. But it can also be said that I only did one thing from beginning to end, why don't you just smile? Hahahahahahaha," He started laughing maniacally again.

"Ha, ha ha ha ha," the craftsman also laughed.

But the clown stopped laughing, "I retract my preface, compared to my little bat, you are still a bit boring, maybe one day I can see my little bat in hell?" He grinned again, "Oh, this Seems pretty good, doesn't it?"

"Perhaps," the craftsman pulled out a sword, "but it doesn't matter whether you can see it or not." The mass-market version of the Angel Sword bought from the Angel has a top-notch effect in exorcising demons. "Mind if I add some ingredients?" He said so, but he stabbed the clown with a sword across the fire without stopping.

"How do you feel?" The craftsman asked with a smile, "Is medium-rare not enough? I think so too, so how about fully-rare?" He stirred the clown's soul with the hilt of his sword, another With one move with one hand, five or six angel swords stuck their heads out from the passage and pierced the clown up, down, left, and right on the sword with a "swish".

"Don't panic, I know that this thing is easy to use, so I gathered a lot of it, one hundred and eighty, enough for you." The craftsman Heshan looked at the wounded soul, and the pain was so painful that he couldn't laugh. The clown who was killed, recruited a few other standard angel swords to insert on him.Broad swords, Western swords, Japanese swords, Chinese swords, soft swords, etc., were inserted into the clown's body in all directions, making him look like a poisoned green roasted whole lamb on the grill.

Stirring the hilts of several swords casually, the craftsman asked with concern: "How is it? Do you think it's a bit dry?" He dug out a big thermos from his dream, and said mysteriously, "You know What is this?"

The clown's eyes resisted: I don't want to know!go away!go away!

"Have you ever heard of holy water?" The craftsman unscrewed the bottle cap slowly, and all the demons around the square took a big step back, "The purest holy water, the only thing produced in heaven, you are blessed, clown .” A large bottle of holy water was poured over the clown’s head, “stinging”, and the smoke evaporated.

When the smoke cleared, the angel's sword fell to the ground with a clatter, and the clown's soul was dissipated by the tossing smoke before it could squeak.

The author has something to say: Welcome to the hell of the unjust world.