[Lucifer] Fascinated by the Fallen

Dusk descends on the Demon Realm, and the mountains have slowly transformed into thick shadows amidst blood.

Above the fortress in the air, Satan Ye sat alone under the arcade, letting the wind that broke through the sky tear his black hair.He stared intently at a point in the mountains, long fascinated by it.

Among the rolling hills, there is a temporary settlement of the goblins hidden.

Countless fragments burst through his memory like a flood breaking a bank. He remembered how he took off his hood, how he looked into those breathtakingly beautiful eyes, and how his heart beat wildly.

At that moment, love came with silence.

However, in the next second, the bright arc of the ring cut through the beautiful memory, and bright red blood oozes out.

The angel threw the ring into the air, coldly and decisively.

And in the next second, the angel blade penetrated his body, and the severe pain swept through his body. When he felt that he could not retreat completely, he let him go.

A smile appeared on the corner of Satan Ye's mouth, but it disappeared without a trace after a while.

Words cannot express how regretful Satan Ye felt at this moment.He regrets that he made a deal, and his love cannot be traded.

Unconsciously, Satan Ye clenched the two rings in his palm.

Stretching his palms again, the slim body of the goblin king seemed to appear in front of his eyes.

That was a long time ago.

In the dark underground palace, the goblin king was sitting in a wheelchair, and he himself was standing opposite him.

"Although you are not a member of our clan, you are like the patron saint of our clan. It is you who protected us from the baptism of war for 200 years, and we have peace today." The goblin king stirred his root-shaped knuckles , was silent for a moment, looked into Satan Ye's eyes and said sincerely: "But you don't belong to our family after all, since you decided to leave, I don't want to keep you either."

The torch lightly exploded into a blue spark, bright and then dim, and the room was silent.

The goblin king said indifferently: "In the past 200 years, each of our clansmen has been protected by you, but there is nothing to thank you for, except for our blessings." There was a gentle light in the cloudy eyes of the goblin king, He took off the ring on his left ring finger and put it in his palm, then put his five fingers together.

He could clearly feel the rough lines on the ugly hands, but beneath the rough lines was a simple and sincere heart.

"I give you my last work. It allows you to come and go freely in the bloodthirsty forest. I also hope that you can help it find its lost other half and give it to the person you love the most. This time, No matter which Demon Realm you choose to serve, my people and I are willing to follow you and do our best for you. But first of all, we bless you from the bottom of our hearts.”

Satan Ye's eyes were hazy, and time moved forward.He thought of that dusk, the dark forest, the branches intertwined into a dense sky net, and he bumped around like a headless fly.The depths of his memory were eaten away by a piece of darkness. The darkness was like a sprouting seed, and black branches would extend out in an instant, trying to engulf his consciousness.He screamed, fell to his knees, and at the same time his body emitted a strong black energy.That was a curse from God, this curse not only made him suffer but also deprived him of all important things in his memory.

In the painful struggle, he saw a short man standing not far ahead, walking towards him with concern.

"What's the matter with you?" the little man asked.

As if grabbing a life-saving straw, Satan Ye crawled towards him like crazy—he could make the world forget him, but he didn't want to forget that name.

"Remember, his name is..." Satan Ye said with difficulty.

Satan Ye desperately kept himself awake, and grasped the last name that was about to be taken away from his consciousness.

"His name..."

I hope that the little demon can help him remember the name that is about to disappear in memory, Satan Ye screamed in severe pain, but all of this was destroyed when he touched the demon—he had already controlled Without his own strength, the curse spread to the demons like a flame.

The demon's skin became wrinkled amidst the screams, and his legs were cut off from the knees by the dark flames.

Satan Ye felt deep despair. When the Demon Race suddenly fell to the ground, he moved his lips blankly and slowly lost consciousness...

After a long time, he knew that the unlucky ghost who lost his legs was the king of the goblin clan. He had been king for many years. He was gentle and kind. Everyone forgot his name and just called him the goblin king.

On a breezy afternoon, the goblin king came to him in a wheelchair.

Satan Ye didn't speak, he felt that he owed too much to the Goblin King, and he couldn't express it in simple words, and because there was nothing left in his head, he had nothing to say.

The goblin king looked at the fluttering leaves not far away and said, "You have lost all your memories."

Satan Ye remained silent, but stared at the Goblin King steadfastly.Suddenly, he moved his lips and said, "No, I still remember that my name is Shaka Limanyel." Mentioning this name, Satan Ye felt heartbroken for no reason.He seemed to remember a less important one and forget the most important one.

The goblin king lowered his head slowly and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't hear the other name you asked me to remember, and my consciousness was also confused at that time."

Satan Ye shook his head, and finally said with difficulty: "It's me who should say I'm sorry. I should repay you."

"Since there is a name, there will be clues." Even though he knew that there was probably no answer, the Goblin King asked, "Where did you come from? Can you try to recall it? Maybe you can find some clues."

There was a trace of blankness in Satan Ye's eyes. He tried hard to recall, and finally said calmly: "It was a very, very cold and lonely place, and I was alone. I was imprisoned by God there, and I escaped." He tried hard to recall, but his memory of coming out from there was also blurred. "One day, I discovered that the passage to the outside world was opened, but when I was about to escape, an angel appeared on the other side of the door. He had three pairs of wings, and the visitor was not kind. He wanted to seal the space again, Imprisoned me. So I killed him." Satan Ye touched his forehead unconsciously, and said softly, "However, before he died, he borrowed divine power to cast a curse on me, my memory..."

"Oh, an angel who can cast curses, and it's a six-winged angel... You actually messed with Seraphim." The Goblin King said with a dark expression, "And you, can you actually kill him?"

"I hope it won't bring you any trouble." Satan Ye said.

"Oh..." The goblin king shook his head and sighed, and said, "Shakalimanyel sounds like an angel's name, but you are not an angel, and you are not like a fallen angel. You are a demon."

Satan Ye looked up at the sky.

"When you're ready, go out and have a look," said the Goblin King. "Maybe you'll find everything you own by walking out here, but don't use your real name, it might be dangerous."

Satan Ye looked at the Goblin King seriously: "You said I can find the past?" Before the Goblin King could speak, he suddenly smiled: "That's right, how will you know if you don't try?"

As promised, Satan Ye soon left the goblin's territory with the goblins who went out to trade, and embarked on the business route of the devil world.

Soon he discovered that his consciousness was not empty, at least in another realm——in the dream world, there was still his shadow, which was the only thought in his heart for so many years.

As he begins to rediscover the world, his charm and abilities emerge, and his obsession with blond angels begins.

He once collected many portraits of blond angels. After seeing them, Beria sneered disdainfully and said: You are like a pervert, disgusting.

Beria's ridicule did not stop him, he still went his own way.

For a period of time, he was intoxicated with these portraits. The only thing that made him regret was that he couldn't find the feeling of throbbing in the thin two-dimensional plane. Could it be that everything in the dream was just an illusion?

But from the moment he saw Lucifer, he knew it was not an illusion.

He suddenly felt that everything he experienced was just for their meeting, just for this.

With a flash of inspiration, Satan Ye turned over and jumped down from the arcade.At the same time, a black dragon soared into the sky, lifted his body in mid-air and flew towards another fortress.

The main building on this fortress is a small prison, which was once an ancient castle.

On both sides of the deep corridor on one side of the castle, there are several small rooms, which mainly house the imprisoned angels-the number is not large, and the angel team dedicated by Rebis is also among them.

The angels had dark seals on their wings, and when they saw him coming, they all retreated to the inner side of the room, fearing to avoid him.

Satan leaves smiling at them.

He liked seeing them, simply.He could read the fear and surprise in their eyes, or even contempt and contempt, and he chose to turn a blind eye.

He hurried through the throng of captives until he reached the innermost room—it was not a cell, but a modest room, piled with piles of papers and dusty—that, when he was a lord, he had It's here to bury your head and find yourself.

Satan Ye rummaged through piles of materials, and finally found a stack of portraits after a long time, but stopped after turning two pages.

The portrait was not the original, but copied from somewhere else, and it showed a very beautiful angel, with blond hair and blue eyes, with a string of beads coiled in his left hand, leaning on a gold-rimmed chair, his expression Arrogant and indifferent, his eyes are calm and detached, his beauty is too cold and oppressive, he is portrayed as a ruler, completely different from the angel in the dream.

But Satan Ye’s eyes could not be separated as if they were stuck on the painting. He swept away the dust on the painting, hesitatingly raised his hand to cover the upper part of the angel’s face in the painting, then he shook his shoulders, Suddenly laughed.Why didn't I realize this earlier, and didn't realize everything until the answer to the mystery was revealed?

Lucifer, the angels say that he is the most beautiful angel, but in the rumors of the demons, he is often the most vicious and ugly monster. No one has ever seen him. He is like a legend, and there can be countless versions. .Which version is true and which version is false, no one wants to find out.Even if Satan Ye owns this portrait, the impression is not so deep. It may all come from the subconscious judgment: they cannot know each other, let alone meet each other. In this case, it is not him in his dream. Since love It's not him, what else do you want him to do.

"Lucifer... Lucifer..." Satan Ye whispered softly.

In the dim light, he raised his head, carefully pasted the portrait on his chest, and stood silently for a long time.