[Lucifer] Fascinated by the Fallen

In the early hours of the morning, the missions and demons had already dispersed.

The lights in the banquet hall are still on, but it looks a little tired in the night.

Satan Yeh stood in front of the last table, his face darkened.His deep eyes stared at one place motionlessly, as if trying to devour something.

The accompanying demons were all terrified. They stood still and did not dare to make a sound, trying to reduce their presence as much as possible, so as not to accidentally become cannon fodder.

There is half a glass of bright red wine on the table, a little dim silver light is silent in the blood color, which is the meaning of admiration.

Satan Ye wanted to chop the whole building into pieces with a single sword, but he didn't do that.He just punched the table, and the table burned with a strange color, leaving no ashes.

He was not willing to accept him, not even his will.

Satan Ye felt that he was about to suffocate, as if he was the one lying at the bottom of the cup at this time.

He held up the wine glass and tilted the mouth of the glass slightly, and the dark red liquid seeped into the dark red carpet drop by drop.

He gathered his fingers together, and the cup shattered.

The remaining liquid of wine twisted between his fingers, and it was impossible to tell whether it was wine or blood.

At this moment, footsteps came from far to near, and a quiet voice said with slight anger: "Why are so many people standing here, go do your own thing."

When the attendants saw that it was the great lord Beria, they were all relieved and scattered like birds and beasts.

Beria walked up to Satan Ye, glanced sideways at Satan Ye's demeanor and expression, and already knew the outline of the matter.

Beria smiled stiffly, finally trying to boost his mood.He turned to Satan Ye's ear, and said bewitchingly: "Isn't it an angel? Although we lost this time, we will win the battle and destroy Uriel. If you want the millions of angels in the garrison, you will want them!" who."

However, Satan Ye remained indifferent, he only clenched his fists, and uttered a few words with difficulty, as if squeezed out from between his teeth: "This time, it's different."

Beria was already furious and really wanted to beat him up, but because of the relationship between them, he suppressed the resentment in his heart and said calmly: "What's the difference? As long as you defeat the heaven, today he rejects you, tomorrow He might take the initiative to lie on your bed. Isn’t it just being dumped, what’s the big deal?!” Beria said that he was filled with righteous indignation, but he felt even more uncomfortable in his heart, as if these words were not enlightening Satan Ye , but paralyzing himself.

The chest heaved deeply, and Satan Ye traced the outline of the ring with the palm of his hand, suddenly showing a self-deprecating smile.He doesn't want to accept him...he doesn't want to accept him, but does he want to crush his heart?

Could it be that he was willing to come to the Demon Realm himself just to get the Book of Angels?In his heart... is there really no self?If it wasn't for the Book of Angels, wouldn't he have let him go last time?

Satan Ye hung his head, his frustration made him unable to say a word.

With a casual pat on Beria's shoulder, Satan Ye turned around and walked out of the banquet hall silently, disappearing into the night.

This palm was neither light nor heavy, but it felt like an engraving on Beria's shoulder.Beria's eyes followed the departing Satan Ye, and he didn't know why there was a trace of loneliness in Satan Ye's smile.His heart suddenly ached.

Beria had never seen such a satan leaf.

He has not known Satan Ye recently, but it has been 20 years.

Twenty years ago, Satan Ye was just a peddler doing business between the heaven and the devil, under the pseudonym Moro, who occasionally gambled on a gambling boat.He sold the handicrafts of the goblins to the heavens, and then used the money he earned to buy the items the goblins needed.In this way, he went back and forth between the heaven and the devil world, and occasionally made deals to help angels lead the way.

And 20 years ago, Beria, who was a member of the priest family, was already the great lord under the demon king Picasso.Although his own combat power is still far from the level of a demon king, he can control the spirit and body of people with lower abilities than him, and let them fight at the mercy of puppets.With his ability to control an army like this, anyone will reuse it.

The first time Beria saw Satan Leaf was Black Friday.At that time, Satan Ye was still dressed in black, handsome, unrestrained, with a proud smile, and was helping the goblins sell handicrafts among a group of male and female demons at the entrance of the bar.

If it's love at first sight and you can't forget it after just one glance, he doesn't want to admit that it's just such a person who stole his heart.

From then on, whenever Satan Ye appeared in his territory, Beria would find countless excuses to approach him.He likes his dark pupils, his black hair, and his flying look.Even in the dark he could feel that his mind was not on him.But ever since that fleeting glance, his gaze has been haunting him.He fell in love with it silently, and three years passed without knowing it.

Seventeen years ago, the territory of the goblins was still under the control of Beelzebub.The devil Picasso coveted it for a long time, and finally decided to forcibly occupy the bloodthirsty forest where the goblins lived, regardless of the opposition of the lords.

Beria and the two lords led 20 demon soldiers, and at the cost of sacrificing tens of thousands of demon soldiers, they temporarily opened a passage in the bloodthirsty forest, found the entrance to the underground palace, and smashed the goblin's attack with an overwhelming advantage. defense.Just then the black figure appeared.

He will never forget that figure, he spread his magic wings wildly, his whole body was surrounded by hot black flames, his eyes turned blood red with anger, and his black hair seemed to be on fire.He stood alone on top of the ruins, and the mental power he released made everyone unable to move as if they were petrified.

He is like a phoenix reborn from the ashes, from an ordinary demon to a real king on top of the ruins.

Beria regretted a little.He ruined a person's otherwise quiet life without knowing it.

But Beria felt it was worth it again.He saw the real him!

The standoff didn't last long.Seeing the disparity in power, the two lords left the magic soldiers behind, turned around and ran away.However, Satan Ye's anger can't be extinguished like this. He flapped his wings and chased him at an unusually fast speed. Black energy rose from his palm, smashing a lord to pieces in just an instant.

After killing the second lord, Satan leaves before Beria.

The anger in his eyes has dissipated a lot, but the devilish energy is still arrogant.

He asked Beria, "Why didn't you run away?"

Beria's heart was beating wildly.Both because of fear, but also because of excitement—it turns out that what he has always liked is such a person. In the demon world that advocates force, he is like a demon god!

He faintly felt, no, he had already felt that the Demon King that their family had abandoned the throne they had inherited for generations should be him, not that Picasso who often had fun in the Li Palace.

Beria took a deep breath, raised his head to look directly at the pair of blood-red black eyes, resisted the strong sense of oppression released by the man, and asked stubbornly: "Heh, you are not a goblin, why do you want to protect them?"

Satan Ye said: "They saved me. I live with them."

Beria was taken aback, and said, "Do you think this will protect them?"

"You think I can't do it?"

Beria was no longer afraid, Chen Yan said: "If you can protect them this time, can you guarantee that there will be no crisis next time? Can you guarantee that you can save them in time every time?"

Satan Ye Hong's eyes froze, and he asked: "Then how can we protect them?"

Unable to conceal the excitement in his heart, Beria blurted out: "Become the devil! Only the strong are qualified to protect the weak! Only the protection of the devil can save them from war!"

Satan Ye said: "You want me to kill the current devil Picasso?"

Beria nodded and shook his head again, and said firmly, "As long as you want, you can unify the entire demon world."

Satan Ye's gaze became sharp, but then dimmed again: "This is not what I want."

Beria almost yelled: "Then what do you want?! With authority, an army, and subordinates who are loyal to you, you can have whatever you want?!"

Satan Ye thought for a while, with a usual smile on the corner of his mouth, and calmly said: "You are right, becoming a devil king, I can have whatever I want. Just as you wish."

14 years later, on the top floor of the Gatmunda Martial Arts Arena, Satan Ye stood in front of the lords and challenged Picasso, the demon king.

Picasso's golden eyes shrank and shrank, he smiled arrogantly, and was still kissing his lover before stepping down from the throne.There are always people who covet his throne beyond their means. They only see his side of pleasure, but they often ignore that he is also a strong man who has experienced various battles, and he is even the best selected from the cruel fighting arena.

Beria has followed him for many years, so he can naturally understand the meaning in it - shock, disdain and killing intent.

"Satan Ye, if you lose, you will be my slave." Picasso looked cold, "No, I want you to die!"

Satan Ye smiled slightly and just nodded.

Silently standing in the stands, Beria looked at the two people who signed the contract and were in the duel, waiting for the moment when Sodom changed hands.Only he can understand that Picasso is destined to never touch his throne again.

Beria's mood has been calm.He watched the former Demon King knelt at Satan Ye's feet, respectfully abdicating the throne, and only wanted to save his life.

Beria noticed that Satan Ye hesitated.

Beria suddenly stood up from his seat, ignoring the surprised gazes of the lords, pointing at the Demon King who had been loyal to him in the past, and shouted: "Kill him! Kill him!!" No one can be their stumbling block, no one can become their danger.This is the day he's been waiting for!In front of them is not Sodom, but the entire Demon World!He always thought he was doing the right thing.

During his 14 years as the lord, Satan Ye has been keeping a low profile, but he has quietly melted into the lord with Beria, silently swallowed all the power of Picasso, and brought the entire fifth floor under his control.

The coup happened so suddenly that even Beelzebub and Abaddon hadn't reacted yet, and Uriel didn't know much about his situation, thinking it was just a betrayal within the Demon King Group.When both angels and demons woke up from the rapidly changing situation, they had to face a new demon king named Satan Ye, who was on guard against him all the time, waiting to find his handle.

Beria stood on the air fortress and stared at the palaces under his feet. They used to belong to the devil Picasso, but now they belong to Satan Ye.The demon king who was once arrogant and promiscuous has now been wiped out, and he played the role of a traitor in it.And he has also obtained the status he wanted. He is already the chief lord of Satan Ye, the number two figure in the Sodom Demon Realm, and he holds power no less than that of the Demon King, but is there only so much?

He looked at the two moons in the Demon Realm. Tonight's moon was dizzyingly beautiful, and it was the same as that night in his memory.

On Valentine's Day 14 years ago, he finally didn't want to wait anymore.He didn't want to just hide his feelings for three years and three years.Now that they are both Lords of Sodom, they can have another start.

On that day, he walked along the arcade of the palace to the residence in the territory of Satan Yeh. Belia saw the shadows cast by the moonlight shining on the colonnade on the ground, bright and dark at times, like a scattered time and space.

At the end of time and space, at the corner of the colonnade, Beria stopped.He clenched his fist tightly, his nails digging deep into his flesh, as if his heart had sunk at this moment.

He suddenly understood the helplessness of Satan Ye when he turned around, just like on Valentine's Day 14 years ago, he was standing at the corner of the corridor.

At that corner, he saw Satan leaf having sex with an angel.That angel had beautiful long golden hair, and the golden hair shone under the moonlight, like a piece of fine silk satin, which stung his eyes and burned his heart.

They put their clothes aside, embraced tightly, and kissed wildly.The angel seemed to be bewitched by some kind of temptation, wrapped his body tightly around him, and murmured in rhythm with the rhythm: "Satan Ye, I am willing... to fall for you, I am willing."

Beria's chest seemed to be stuffed with hay and then set on fire.

Are you the only one willing to fall?

I just don't have wings to fall...

After the fire, Beria's chest seemed to be hollowed out.Nothing but facts emerged.

It turns out that what he likes is such a person, he has never been in his eyes, he only likes angels.

Beria had never seen such a satan leaf, and it seemed to be hollowed out by something.Just like him 14 years ago.

Satan Ye, who has always been invincible in love, also has today. Beria doesn't know whether to be happy or sad. He really wants to say two harsh and ironic words, but he can't say anything.

Angels, or for angels!

Beria still remembered that morning, the sun in the Demon Realm seemed to be brighter than ever.The blond-haired angel lay there on the cold floor with blank eyes.His wings were completely blackened, and the scars on his fair skin were shocking.In the demonization period, he has no power at all, so he can only let several demons take turns to invade.Several demons proudly licked and ravaged his body recklessly, and only retreated from him when they saw Beria coming in.

Beria knelt down beside him, rubbing the blood on his body, with pity in his eyes.

He smeared the bright red blood on the angel's porcelain-white face, stroked his messy hair, and said in a very caring tone: "Angel, don't talk about falling lightly, the price of falling is very heavy."

The angel's empty eyes just stared at him.

Beria said again: "He won't come to save you, because he doesn't love you. Look at your wings, look at you now, for him, it's not worth falling so much."

There was deep despair in the angel's eyes, and a tear fell from the corner of his eye.Beria felt that his heart was also bitter, but felt inexplicably happy.

happy!

His sword pierced the angel's throat with precision, and a red flame engulfed body and soul.Beria's tear mole was very vivid in the firelight.

Jealousy is like a double-edged sword. Every time it is unsheathed, it hurts oneself. The pleasure of revenge is fleeting, and it will be replaced by endless sinking.

But he doesn't care anymore.