All hell knows that the devil has a lover

Yawei looked at the gate of hell that was getting farther and farther away from him, and then looked at Lucy who brought him back.

Well, consider it a walk in hell.

Feeling that Yawei had really let go of the idea of ​​rushing away, Lucifer was in a great mood. The smile on the road made all the demons break their glasses, and their hands were holding each other with neither light nor heavy strength, naturally forming a ten-finger relationship. Closed case.

Lucifer likes the atmosphere of Yahweh by his side, it is quiet and blocks the hustle and bustle of the world.

This kind of Yawei made him see the figure of the "past".

Similar but different.

Lucifer was an inseparable part of him, even if he gave up his title, it would be useless.Lucifer could not deny that when he recalled the past, his heart was filled with unspeakable pain, but what Yahweh brought him was not pain, but another path full of light.There are no shadows on this road, only clean light, which can be seen at a glance.

The silver-haired beauty he likes has an arrogance that is close to being clean.

Although--

The other party seems to have never felt that he has this part of the trait.

Lucifer thought of Yahweh's usual attitude of not even looking at ordinary fallen angels, and felt amused in his heart, but Yahweh still felt that he had a good temper.

Stepping up the steps before entering the palace, Lucifer looked at the long hair brushing the steps under Yahweh's cloak and thought for a while.Yahweh's silver hair just hangs down to the ground, which is as beautiful as moonlight. However, the environmental protection of hell is relatively poor, and the ground is not as spotless as heaven, so there are bound to be some tragedies.

"Yawei, are you sure you don't want to cut it shorter?"

"..."

Yawei ignored Lucifer's proposal with an indifferent expression.

Cleaning magic fixes everything.

Lucifer squeezed his palm, indicating that he said it unintentionally.If Yawei really liked long hair so much, he would treat it kindly. After all, when he was on the bed, the way Yawei's long hair fell down was so beautiful that it seemed like a kind of artistic conception.

Bathing should be about the same?The silver hair floated on the surface of the water, shining brightly.

Lucifer had a bunch of twists and turns in his heart, and after returning, he quietly hinted that it was time for Yahweh to take a bath.

Yawei was holding a pile of bath products at a loss, and the daze in his eyes could almost be seen.

Have cleansing magic and need a shower?Isn't it clean?

"Yawei, bathing is a very enjoyable thing. You can't use magic to solve everything." Lucifer said the truth seriously, and opened the door for Yawei, and there was a steaming hot tub inside.The floor is paved with black crystal stones, smooth and crystal clear, making Yawei standing barefoot on the ground look more dusty, and the contrast between white and black is very strong.

Lucifer looked at Yawei with a somewhat displeased look, and hooked his fingers around his waistline, "Do you want me to help?"

"No, I'll do it myself."

Yawei stared at him vigilantly, and immediately became [happy].

Kindly closing the door for Yawei, Lucifer laughed silently when he went out. If he can't see it now, it doesn't mean he won't see it in the future.

After taking a bath, the silver-haired beauty had more fragrant attributes, and her skin was slightly reddish, which softened his own coldness, which made Satan's index finger twitch.Lucifer felt that he had raised the lower limit of the entire hell, and in order to successfully win Yahweh's heart, he could even hold back the thought of this.

Yawei only wore a simple white dress, which was very flimsy and could be torn off with a light tug.

Of course, Yahweh would not know this.

Lucifer praised the preparations of the fallen angel attendants, and hugged Yawei's waist as in the previous few days, and Yawei closed his eyes in peace and prepared to rest.

Suddenly Yahweh's body tensed and he felt a hand on his thigh.

Caress lightly.

Yawei grabbed the hand and scolded in a low voice: "Lu Xi!"

Lucifer felt the skin only separated by a layer of robes under his palm, and stopped moving, but stuck to Yawei's neck and murmured: "Let me touch it, okay?" It was the devil's bewitchment, people knew it was a deliberate act, but they couldn't bear to blame him for half a word.

But Yawei was not in the range of being bewitched, so he calmly said: "Not good."

Lucifer let out a muffled laugh, put his hands on his waist again, and hugged the beauty who rejected him tightly.

"Go to sleep."

Anyway, it's already taken advantage of.

Lucifer was delighted to know nothing about Yahweh, and had already slept together, which was close to the intimacy of a lover.

While falling asleep, the bad memories that Lucifer had neglected for a while reappeared.

Probably because of the daily abstinence, the dream this time was extremely lively and fragrant. The lingering object in the dream had a vague but cold face, and her silver hair was scattered on the bed.Lucifer only needs to substitute the image of Yahweh for a little bit, and his uncontrollable heartbeat accelerates, as if the bottomless abyss is urging his Satan to attack the angels earlier.

The beauty of Yahweh has never been seen before, and it transcends the boundaries of his perception of gender.

Lucifer fell in love with him at first sight, so he was attracted by his appearance and temperament, and further had the idea of ​​wanting to have a deeper relationship.

A good night's dream.

After waking up, Lucifer found that Yahweh was sleeping on top of him, with their necks crossed and their bodies pressed together without gaps.

Lucifer felt a little bad in his heart, he didn't need to look, he could feel the heat rising from somewhere, clinging to Yawei's thigh.The most helpless thing was that Yawei still didn't respond, and occasionally moved his body, just to change to a more comfortable sleeping position.

Lucifer took a deep breath, turned over and overwhelmed the next offender, Yawei.

Yawei woke up suddenly, "What are you doing!"

"Nothing." Lucifer's voice was a little hoarse, "Yahweh, I feel a little uncomfortable."

Yawei's drowsiness was frightened away.

Lucifer pressed Yawei tightly, and the abnormality under his body became obvious. He kissed the corner of Yawei's lips, "That's it, don't move, I like you the most."

Yawei's cold sweat dripped down, "... Lucy, calm down."

Lucifer bit his neck, neither light nor heavy, as if scratching his heart, "Yahweh, do you have me in your heart?"

Yawei looked at Lucifer's side face, and he could still see the shadow of the shining morning star.No one knows how much painstaking effort the creator who created Lucifer spent on his perfect creation.What poured into Seraphim Archangel Lucifer was not only power, but also the feelings of the Creator.

At that time, there was no living creature in the world.

Lucifer is the angel most like God, because God created him according to his appearance.

"do you like me?"

"like."

Faced with Lucifer's inquiry, Yahweh instinctively gave an answer.

A pure love.

Without any hesitation, it was unexpectedly straightforward.

Lucifer's scarred heart core seemed to be touched quietly, at first it was trembling, and then it gradually turned into a sharp pain like cutting out the heart.He endured the pain of the recurrence of the old disease, and calmed Yahweh's tension with a few words, and when Yahweh came back to his senses, he found that the heat that made him uneasy had subsided.

Lucifer supported his upper body with his arms, and his black hair fell on Yawei, creating a great sense of oppression, "Yahwei, I rarely like certain things, but I do like you."

Yawei opened his golden pupils, which were so clear that they could illuminate the soul.

Lucifer asked again: "Will you always remain like this?"

Yawei: "..."

"Did my words embarrass you?" Lucifer remembered the identity of the other party's seraph, and comforted him in a low voice, "Whether you go back to heaven or stay in hell, I don't mind." The pain became unbearable Lucifer's voice was unsteady, "You have a good rest, I'll go out for a while."

He got out of bed and quickly left the bedroom.

Yawei hesitated for a moment, and shouted: "Lu Xi!"

Lucifer didn't look back.

No amount of love words can be finished in this state.Lucifer leaned against the wall, holding his left chest with his hand.The heart core in his chest was beating rapidly, sending out bursts of sharp pain, proving that it had never healed.He was once shot down to hell by God, and his core was shattered. If he didn't want to die, he had to accept the power of the bottomless abyss.

A cavity of resentment supported his fall.

Even after reshaping a heart of darkness, scars were left on it.

The pain reminded him to remember hatred and humiliation, but he never thought that there would be problems today.

At the corner, Yawei rushed over, still stepping on the ground barefoot, with slightly disheveled silver hair and plain and elegant white clothes.After admiring the beauty's behavior, Lucifer showed his usual frivolous look, trying to divert her attention, "Yawei, are you in a hurry to come to me to confess?"

Yahweh interrupted his imagination.

"Lu Xi, is there something wrong with your core?"

"..."

Lucifer looked at him, how could Yahweh know something that no one could notice?

Yawei raised his hand to reach out, but he was worried about something.

Finally, he looked at Lucifer with some guilt, "Let me check it out, I know some cures."

Lucifer shook his head, "No need."

In a word, it means that he did not deny the authenticity of the scars before Yahweh.

Yawei felt even more uncomfortable, and said softly: "Is it the scar left by the creation celebration? I remember that fallen angels can shape the body, and the core can also be reshaped."

Lucifer raised Yahweh's chin, Yahweh allowed him to do so, with a persistent look on his face.

"The scars were left by me."

So, there is no need to cure, because it is impossible to cure.