Return to Heaven [Hebrew Mythology]

Knowing that Lucifer made the feat of tearing up the book of creation, Lucifer wanted to say, well done.

He wanted to tear up that torn book that recorded the "Demon Spirit Book" a long time ago!

"God insists on white!" Lucifer slammed a book on the table angrily, spread out the paper, and planned to calculate the magic of purifying the soul by himself.Lucifer was arrested by him as a helper, and he said calmly without complaint: "There is no way, God can't see black, even if you know that Hania's heart is pure white, in the eyes of God - he is still black."

Lucifer pursed his lips, and said that God has such a temper, why is he not like that, if Haniya is not his biological child, he would never be able to accept a dark creature.

Lucifer helped him organize the information on the table, and sat beside him, "You should be lucky, my god didn't find anything about you and me in the Holy See from Hania."

Lucifer said weakly: "My God only needs to use his mouth to delete his memory, not his hands."

With a word from God, Haniya's intention to come can be erased. This kind of spiritual power far exceeds the realm of magic.

Looking at the angel reading the magic scroll under the light, Lucifer sat on the chair, casually playing with the quill in his hand, and his brain began to spin.He knew that Lucifer couldn't find a way, just like himself.Because the darkness in Hania's body can only be solved by the power of a higher level of light, Lucifer is at most in his class, and if he wants to purify Hania, he must let God take action.

But in this way, God's promise is useless, and Haniya can only take the position of the cherub.

After Lucifer was busy until midnight, Lucifer said: "Let's change the way of thinking, since the power of darkness cannot be expelled, then suppress the power of darkness so that Haniya can go to heaven in the form of white wings." .”

Lucifer paused while writing, "This method..."

"You have to believe that we will work together to stop God for a while." Lucifer bent his fingers and tapped the table, showing his cunning side in front of his lover, "The best time is the moment after Hania's death. Blocking the sight of God, and then suppressing the darkness, turning Hania into white wings is really not an option... It should be fine to temporarily change the color of the wings."

Lucifer's eyes became brighter the more he listened, that's right, Yan Ling had decided on the result, but God didn't say in detail that it must be an angel, but said twelve white wings!Big deal paint black feathers white!

In one night, Lucifer once again led the pure Lucifer to break his thinking circuit.

Lucifer felt that the door to a new world had opened.

The magic of camouflage is easier than the magic of suppressing darkness. With Lucifer's ability, it is very easy to perfect it within a few years. Lucifer is still helping him. Although the number of times they spend the night in each other's palace is very small, the relationship With a little more precipitation, Lucifer no longer worried about many things, and basically talked to Lucifer about everything he could say.

Apart from--

"I don't have any affection for that demon, so don't worry, just find an opportunity to kill him."

"Um……"

Lucifer's heart was stabbed again.

You take it for granted that you murdered your lover, how cruel you are, Lucifer!

In Seraph Archangel's palace, Lucifer is no longer the only one who comes and goes frequently.The number of visits by Metatron increases linearly in order to get a vacation to the mortal world.It's a pity that Lucifer generally only agrees once out of three times in this regard, and he didn't allow Metatron to enjoy privileged treatment for the sake of Hania and Nabilnir.

Michael couldn't help complaining: "Your Highness, did Metatron offend you?"

"Why do you think so." Lucifer raised his eyebrows, and looked at him with an expression of [Why do you think I'm so narrow-minded], "I can't even go to the mortal world easily, and Mehta, as the Archangel of Wisdom, should be with me I also obey the rules of heaven."

Michael: "..."

Why did the Messiah run so happily in the world!

Knowing his slander, Lucifer said naturally: "He is my lover, it's normal for me to open the back door for him, and I will take responsibility for him if there is any problem."

Michael's face was bloodied by his words. Once upon a time, the impartial and selfless Archangel would speak like this!

Is the effect of love so powerful?

Michael poked the draft paper with the tip of the quill pen, thinking of Beelzebub sleeping obediently in his arms. Looking up, he saw Lucifer's insightful eyes, and the other party said with a slight coolness: "Don't show that stupid smile, my dear adjutant."

"Your Highness is talking nonsense!" Michael thumped the table and quit, how stupid he is!

Lucifer said thoughtfully: "Have you arrived in spring? During this period of time, your mind is always distracted. Could it be that Beelzebub agreed?"

Michael's face flushed red, "No, no."

Lucifer felt relieved when he heard this sentence, and concentrated on his work with his head down, "Oh, I haven't caught up yet."

Michael felt overwhelmed, how could His Highness speak so bluntly!Shouldn't you be very shy and shy when it comes to emotional matters, His Highness Lucifer is completely spoiled by the Messiah!

After the silence subsided, Michael asked in a low voice: "Your Highness, when will Hania go to heaven?" Lucifer was in a very calm mood, handling things in an orderly manner, and gave a general Estimated time: "The shortest is 100 years, and the longest is 300 years. It depends on how long Haniya is willing to persist for Nabilnir."

The erosion rate of the power of faith is enough to cut a 1000-year lifespan to less than one-third.

You must know that the Messiah did not even live to be 50 years old.

Michael laughed when he thought of the historical achievements of the Messiah. Even if he died early, as long as he did enough things, he could still make his reputation spread in the mortal world for countless years.Under the table, Michael raised his feet to do his work, and suddenly put it back, "Ah, Your Highness...His Highness Metatron is here again."

The pair of superiors and subordinates looked at each other with helplessness in their eyes. Metatron cared more about children than he could have imagined.

After successfully obtaining the application for the lower realm, Metatron disappeared in the administrative palace and couldn't wait to see Nabolnir.Spreading the golden wings, the Archangel flew from the entrance of heaven to the mortal world. The guards of the Angels were puzzled, why this His Highness, who doesn't go out often, often goes down to the world, and every time he goes, he always steps back.

Metatron passed through the clouds, his wings kicking up a gust of light as he flew.The scenes of the mortal land spread out like a scroll in his eyes, but his eyes ignored those eye-catching scenery, and his eyes were all looking at the Holy See in the center of the continent.

As soon as he arrived at the Holy See, Metatron heard his son cheering, "Father Metatron!"

Nabil Neil rushed over like a sharp arrow, and fell into his arms accurately, and said more crookedly than candy with the highest sugar content: "I miss you so much, Father Mehta hugs me." Without further ado, Mehta Tron embraced him warmly, and Nabilnier smiled even more happily. He could feel the blood resonating close to him, conveying the affection from his father to his heart.

Then Metatron let go of his hands to look at Neil, and said with a smile: "Let me see if Neil has grown up."

A series of magic checks went on, showing the weight, height, and various conditions of the body.Seeing the stagnation of his son's growth, Metatron felt strange, and said a few words to his son without changing his face.

After coaxing Narbonir to sleep for a day, he went to find Haniya who had been with his son for the past few years.

The little holy son of the Holy See is watching the scenery on the steps of the main hall at the moment. The golden hair and gemstone chains are woven together, like a gorgeous satin decorated with decorations.He smelled the fragrance of flowers, and turned around to look at Metatron, as if he knew that the other party would come to him as soon as he finished coaxing Nabolnir.

Outside, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse, the air was fresh, and the enchantment of God's blessing shone from the sky into the earth, forming an eternal light for the main hall.

Metatron stopped on the stairs behind him. "Haniya, Nair's body has stopped growing."

"I have also discovered this, and I haven't seen any disadvantages so far. It seems to be different from the lifespan of human beings." Haniya thought of the child's appearance in the past few years, and said his problem in a leisurely manner, "My physical development back then It is also slow, and there is a certain gap with human children of the same age. My father told me not to worry, and I will grow up when it is time to grow up. I am not very clear about the specific reason."

Metatron is well-read and well aware that humans are a new race and many things are uncertain about them.It was rare for him to have an idea of ​​research, so he asked Haniya for something, "Haniya, can you give me some blood?"

Haniya hesitated, "Okay."

Metatron didn't need much blood, but it still caused some burden to Haniya.

"Hmm—" Haniya felt the urge to thirst for blood, and immediately excused herself from being dizzy, and wanted to return to the dormitory immediately.Metatron wanted to help him there, but Hania declined, "I'm sorry I can't entertain you at night, I'll just go back alone."

Haniya hurried away.

Metatron felt a little uncomfortable, feeling that he had done something annoying.

"Boom—" Pushing away Yarman's dormitory, the carefree dragon youth said angrily, "Whoever comes in doesn't knock!" Yarman just saw who it was, and was hugged from behind by the little boy raised by him. Stopped, the sharp teeth pierced the neck of his neck.Yarman groaned, "Haniya, take it easy!" Haniya complied with his easing and sucked the blood wholeheartedly.

"Thank you, Uncle Arman."

After drinking the dragon's blood, Hania's complexion improved a lot, with a healthy rosy glow on her face.

But there was no response to his words.

Haniya walked to the front in confusion, and saw Yarman with a rippling face, his feet were fluttering, and he said in a silly voice: "It's so cool..."

Haniya: "..."