[Lucifer] Fascinated by the Fallen

The temple of the Supreme Heaven is vast and unreal.

The sacred light rose from the dome of the temple, and then sprinkled to the extreme of the sky.

Walking alone in the corridor of the temple, listening to the chants echoing between the pillars and my own lonely footsteps, I feel confused and strange.

Since waking up, he has not seen the face of God.Are those just dreams?

God created billions of angels, so the sky shines brightly.

He looked up at the starry sky, and there were stars twinkling in the majestic sky.The one that belongs to him has already been submerged in the bright sea of ​​stars.

It seems that everything is so different from his dream... Is it just a dream?

Shaking his head slightly, he tried hard to expel those thoughts that had been making him unable to let go, and stood still in front of the temple.

Now, in front of him, the gate of the grand temple opened slowly like two wings extending left and right.Silently.

In the hall of light where the holy light diffuses, the eternal existence sits on the throne.

That is the existence in his dreams, it is also the existence in his memory, and it is the existence that is in charge of his destiny now.

Holding the dream and those broken memories in his arms tremblingly, he walked straight through thousands of high-ranking angels, and walked towards the place where everyone was watching in front of the throne.

The strange angels standing on both sides of the temple looked at him curiously. It has been 3000 million years, and he has been away from them for too long. They only recognize some of his rumors and songs, but they no longer know him.

The angels cast their eyes on him, densely packed, chaotic and strange.

But what made him even more strange was the light of God.

The light of God frightened him.

The light was warm but cold, sacred and indifferent, like a running machine, everything was going on in an orderly manner, but the warmth in memory was missing.He had to jolt back to reality.It was like waking up from a good dream.

He stood before God.But the heart hesitated and wanted to escape.

He raised his head and looked at the face that he had depicted countless times in his memory, his mind was tangled.

Hundreds of millions of years of space-time separation, everything has changed.His god also changed.He recalled the vast starry sky, and the god was no longer his alone.

No, maybe not in the first place.

It was his own mistake.Everything is just my own delusions and assumptions, just a dream.

He regretted stepping into this temple.

In the Red Sea, at least those dreamlike memories are still alive.

If he knew that the dream would end when he stepped into this temple, he would rather sleep in the Red Sea forever and never wake up.never wake up...

He could not see the mood of God, but only felt the tranquility of the light emanating from him.However, at this moment, he felt that in this holy light, not only could he not get the peace he deserved for a moment, but his heart was getting colder and colder, as if something had frozen it up the moment he stepped into the temple. unconscious.

He finally realized with difficulty.

God created the world for the impulse of love, he loves this world, he loves so many angels, he loves his creation, his love should always be selfless, not just for one person.

He laughed at himself secretly, always dreaming of getting the impossible, and all the torture in his heart was well deserved.

The sacred hall is his dark time and space at this time.In the midst of all the clues, he heard God say: "Lucifer, I recruited you to cooperate with Raguel to lead the angel army to fight against the demons and completely defeat them."

He believed it took him a long time to understand God's word: God wanted him to go to war.His peace has become a thing of the past, and what he has to face now is a bloody war.

It's just that this war is not to protect what he wants to protect, but a crusade in the name of God.

The wind chimes are spinning in the wind, accompanied by the melodious and ethereal chants, ringing non-stop.

The light seemed to condense there.

Looking at God again, he suddenly felt that the distance between God and him was so far away, that distance seemed never to be reached, and he could only describe it with his eyes.

"Why?" he couldn't help asking, depressed, and he could hear his own voice echoing in the temple: "Why did you let me go? Why me?"

"This is your responsibility and your obligation." A majestic voice came from the throne: "For this world. Lucifer, and for what you have always wanted, this is an inevitable test."

He felt that his heart was hollowed out and crushed. It turned out that he was only born to fulfill his responsibilities to this world. In everyone's eyes, what he pursued was power.And love is just an illusion in the dream when he was ignorant when he was born.After all, God created only this world with the impulse of love, and God loves only this world.

The meaning of his existence is to obey the will of God, shed blood for this world, live or die for this world, until his soul dies.

"Yes...." A burst of dizziness hit him, and he felt his expression was numb, but his voice was shaking uncontrollably: "I... will definitely... live up to my mission."

"Lucifer." God warned: "Don't show any kindness to those who resist God's order."

Kindness, he smiled bitterly, what kind of kindness is there, he has never felt it.

The angels standing on both sides sang carols, ethereal and sacred.It was as if the goodness of God was right there with them, just within reach.

He turned around and walked out of the temple amidst many gazes, as if fleeing without any hesitation.

Outside the temple gate, he met Raguel who arrived later.

"Lucifer,... are you alright?" Raguel looked worried, and became even more worried when he saw his expression at this time.

He was unable to say a word to Raguel, and just brushed past him numbly.

He was flying aimlessly in the prime mover.

How strange, the world is so big, but at this moment he can't find a place where he can put his feelings.

Then he stopped flying.

He walked dejectedly on the bustling streets of Femplin City, leaving behind the surprised gazes of all the angels, until he stopped in front of a huge mansion.

He looked up blankly.

Even though he had never been here before, he knew that this was Mei Danzuo's private residence in Yuandongtian.

He suddenly wanted to fill up the loneliness that had permeated his body and mind for a long time in the past.It seems that only in this way can we get the comfort we deserve.

He shook off the angels who were blocking him, and walked straight in.

Mei Danzuo obviously didn't expect him to come, but he quickly suppressed his surprised expression and put on his usual smile, but his eyes were more tentative.

"Yo, it's Lord Lucifer, long time no see. You're not in a good mood, did you encounter any troubles?" Mei Danzuo moved around, poured him a cup of tea, and let him sit in the Sitting next to him on the sofa.There were only the two of them left in the room.

His hand holding the teacup trembled slightly, but he couldn't say a word as he pursed his lips.

Mei Danzuo was silent for a moment, observed his expression for a while, and suddenly smiled clearly: "I know what you want to do when you come here."

Medan Zuo wrapped his arms around his shoulders, lifted his hair by his ear with the other, and immediately stopped his warm lips next to his ear: "Although you have rejected me countless times, this time, when you want to feel comfortable, you still chose me."

The cup fell to the ground, and he didn't know whether he was nervous or regretted at this moment.

For a moment of astonishment, Mei Danzuo had already climbed up and pressed him on the sofa.

"Your choice is right." Medan Zuo wanted to kiss his lips, but he avoided it.

Medanzuo's kiss landed on his face, and he quickly unbuttoned his coat.

He lay back on the sofa and felt the hand of Medan Zuo gliding over his body. Although the movement was gentle, it didn't give him any comfort that he should have. He only felt more and more miserable and lonely.Dedicating yourself but only getting the status of a lover, a love that is not pure, is not worth it.

"Stop!" He grabbed Medanzo's hand.

There was a trace of dissatisfaction in Mei Danzuo's phoenix eyes, and he stopped his movements considerately and comforted him: "Don't think so much, just have a good time, and you will know how unforgettable this night will be."

He pushed Medanzo away, keeping distance between them.

"Don't be like this, Lucifer." Medanzuo calmed down and said with sincerity: "Sex is a matter between two people, you are so nervous, how can I comfort you? Moreover, you are so hesitant It doesn't look like your style." After speaking, Medan Zuo simply got up and poured a glass of wine, and handed it over, "Try this, to ease your mood."

He took the glass and took a sip.

"That's it, drink it all, and you'll feel better." Medanzuo said slowly from the side.

"What is this?" The taste of the wine was a bit different, and he took another two sips.

"It's wine, but there is a little aphrodisiac in it. Relax, you will soon forget about those troubles, and even yourself." Medanzuo said lightly.

He looked at Mei Danzuo, obviously Mei Danzuo was uncomfortable under his stare, so he had to explain: "This is just a little condiment between lovers, you came to my house on your own initiative, don't you just want to indulge yourself?"

His head suddenly felt a little dizzy, his body was slightly dry and hot, and he really wanted to take off his clothes and rub it with someone, presumably the aphrodisiac had already taken effect.

Mei Danzuo leaned over again, pulled him into his arms, and lowered his head to kiss him.

Although the idea of ​​catering flashed in his mind, he was reminding himself in his consciousness that a little drug would be paralyzed, and he gave up on himself?He tilted his head to avoid Mei Danzuo's kiss, and secretly mobilized his spiritual power to resist the effect of the aphrodisiac, and his consciousness became much clearer in an instant.

"Lucifer—"

He broke away from Metanzuo's embrace and rushed out of the mansion.

He rushed into the street in one breath.

In a quiet corner of the street, he vomited with all his might.

Reason told him that he didn't want to lose himself, not even for a moment.

Later he came to the tavern alone, locked himself in the room, and drank sullenly.

He thought of the sound of the tide in the Red Sea, and if this wine was like the water in the Red Sea, he would be willing to drink it endlessly.He would drink it forever.

The feeling of dizziness climbed up again.He blinked, and found that his actions could no longer keep up with his thinking, and he was a little numb.

This numbness worked.

The scattered crystal cups become charming in front of the misty eyes, as if there is an ambiguous spot of light at the end of every transparent line, connecting them together, like the corolla of the tree of life.

After the surging emotions passed, he gained a brief peace of mind and finally no longer felt uncomfortable.

He wanted to reach out and touch them, but his hands wouldn't work.

Is it a dream again?It's so real, but I can't touch it anyway.

He leaned on the table dejectedly, not wanting to get rid of this state, just waiting to be completely corroded by alcohol.

The author has something to say: It is said that such a big event as the Fallen Heaven must have changed from quantitative to qualitative. Adam and the like are the direct fuse, but the author always believes that Lucifer, as a more emotional angel, is like a myth who has too much contact with human beings. Just like the angels who are influenced by human emotions and choose to fall, he is born with relatively restrained and rich emotions, falling to heaven is also related to his emotional context, so he opened up various brain holes, and this article was born...