Who made you not earnestly create the world!

Not to mention Beelzebub with a question mark on his face, the blond boy looked at Samael who suddenly closed the door and came back with some doubts on his face.

Samuel sat back opposite the blond boy with a cold face, his heart was extremely tangled and confused.

Why don't you let Beelzebub go now?

No, no, if Beelzebub is driven away, Beelzebub will probably be able to guess something.

Let the Father hide?

Samuel immediately vetoed this idea, not to mention whether the blond boy is willing or not, there is no reason why the Creator hides from the Creator.

When Samael was so worried that he was about to pull his hair, he heard three knocks on the door, and then Beelzebub's voice came from outside the door: "Samael?"

Hearing the voice outside calling Samuel's name, the blond boy tilted his head slightly and looked at Samuel with great interest, as if saying: How do you plan to solve it?

Samuel: "..."

How could he have been blind before not realizing how bad this one is!

In the end, he opened the door bravely, stood at the door and asked coldly, "What are you doing here?"

There was only Beelzebub, a fallen angel, outside the door. Beelzebub drove away all the demons who had surrounded Beelzebub, but he didn't let Samael relax a bit.

Beelzebub didn't look inside, but smiled meaningfully: "No matter when I come, you are usually welcome, why don't you welcome me now?"

Samael sneered: "What? I can't decide on my own fourth floor of hell? You ran to my inner city without saying hello to me, and I have to welcome you every time! What's the matter? Just say it quickly, if you don’t say it, go away.”

"I still feel that there are some things that need to be changed in the later stages of the jihad that were discussed in Pandimaninan. I originally wanted to discuss with you during the celebration, but I thought about it. I guess I will be very busy on the day of the celebration. , I will find you to solve it today." Beelzebub raised the rolled up documents in his hand.

Samuel was a little dazed: "...a celebration? What kind of celebration?"

Beelzebub smiled sinisterly: "The Celebration of Demons! It will be held soon, Samuel, please don't make me have to arrest you personally every time to participate."

... So, it's that day again.

Samael resisted the urge to turn his head to look at the blond boy in the room, and fell silent.

The Thousand Demons Celebration, this is the biggest celebration in the Demon Realm, held every hundred years.

On this day, Lucifer was thrown into hell by God; on this day, the fallen angels completely occupied the Demon Realm and began to rule the Demon Realm. The Demon Realm ushered in the first king in history.

However, it is also this day.

It is the day of God's creation, and it is also a creation celebration that contains countless beautiful memories of all fallen angels in the heavenly world.

All the demons in the demon world know that the celebration of all demons and the celebration of creation are held on the same day, and they hold it grandly with the meaning of provoking the heavens. However, for the fallen angels from the heavens, this day is full of mixed feelings.

When it comes to the celebration of all demons, what is the feeling of each fallen angel's heart, really only you know.

For example, Samael spends the celebration by forcibly forgetting. Although he is forced to participate by various threats from Beelzebub and Lucifer every time, he leaves every time he shows his face, and then finds a corner without demons. Drunk, and wanted to kill Beria who proposed to hold this celebration countless times in his heart.

Hmph, sinister, vicious and shameless trash devil.

But the celebration of all demons is not an important matter now, the important thing is... the person in the room behind him cannot be found by Beelzebub.Samuel took a deep breath in his heart, closed the door with a bang, grabbed Beelzebub's arm and walked out.

"Didn't you say that you want to change the plan for the later stage of the jihad? Go to my study and talk, and hurry up and leave."

Beelzebub was caught and dragged away in a daze: "Wait, isn't your study at the back? Where is the study at the front! Let me go first!"

For Beelzebub, who had suffered the double devastation of Metatron and Raphael in the heavens and was still able to thrive on his own, Samael was stupid enough to keep him where he was, holding Beelzebub's arm tightly He walked out quickly, leaving behind the blond boy who couldn't help but smile slightly when he heard everything in the room.

Beelzebub, who was pulled away, stopped struggling, looked at the closed door, and then at Samuel with a tense face, and couldn't help but feel a little annoyed and funny.

...With your reaction, how can you hide it even if you don't let me in?

Even though he knew it in his heart, Beelzebub didn't ask a word until the two fallen angels finished their discussion.

After bidding farewell to Beelzebub, Samuel returned to the warm palace. The blond boy who was using a human body was covered with a thick blanket and had already fallen asleep on the sofa, his flat chest rising and falling with his breathing.

The blond boy who closed those cold snow-blue eyes revealed a sense of fragility unique to human teenagers at this moment. Thinking that this body was the powerful and majestic silver-haired god in the Nine Heavens in his memory, he stood quietly on the sofa Samuel, who was staring at the blond boy, felt extremely weird, but when he looked carefully—tsk, where did he seem to have seen this face before?

A few strands of blond long hair slid from his chest to the plush carpet specially laid for the arrival of the blond boy with the ups and downs of his chest breathing. Kneeling down, he gently lifted the long hair on the ground and wanted to put it back on the blond boy's chest, but before he let go, he met the blond boy's eyes that suddenly opened.

The snow-blue eyes did not have the haze of just waking up. The cold eyes of Samuel froze and his hands trembled. The hair in his hands fell directly to the blond boy. Samuel stood up coldly. He said with a straight face: "The human body is fragile, and we have to rest several times a day."

The blond boy was speechless, whether it was because of the wrong feng shui in the Demon Realm or something else, let's forget about Beria growing up in a weird way, why even Samael's temperament can become more wrinkly than a towel.

Oh, and Lucifer, when he was still in the Heaven Realm, he was a diligent, hard-working, mature social animal who was always on call, why did he start fishing for fish and laziness every day after arriving in the Demon Realm, and dump work to his subordinates?

Well, it really is the wrong feng shui in the Demon Realm.

It's not about revealing your nature.

Samael, who realized that he had made a slip of the tongue, moved his gaze to the scene outside the frosty window. The world outside the window had already had a blizzard. This is a common scene for Samael, after all, his territory is such a difficult place to survive An extremely cold place, but now it annoys him.

After all, in such a poor place, there is really nothing worth seeing for the blond boy.

Just like his creature, boring, cold, and uninteresting.

In the Demon Realm of Eternal Night, people can’t tell the time. Because the temperature is too low, the blond boy who has become lazy is sleepy and sleepy after eating something. After struggling for a while, Samael sent him to When I arrived at my own dormitory—after all, the best and most suitable place to sleep in this ice and snow hell was my own dormitory.

guest room?That doesn't exist.

Beelzebub lived in Samael’s palace for a while because of work, hehe, the room with no windows and only a wooden bed without a mattress can be called a guest room, so the prison can It's the noble bedroom!Especially with the room temperature that was dripping into ice, Beelzebub even wondered if he offended Samael somewhere and was deliberately retaliated by Samael.

Especially when Samuel still had an expression of "I've cleaned up the room for you, why do you still have so many opinions", Beelzebub couldn't even get angry, and swore in his heart that he was just hungry. He will die, sleep in the wilderness and be cold to death, and he will no longer stay in Samael's palace!

Of course, Beelzebub is not really fragrant now, he just invaded the bedroom silently after Samael left the bedroom. After all, the only place in the entire palace that can live in is Samael's bedroom.

Passing through layers of curtains, when he felt the room temperature had risen significantly, he gently lifted the curtains in front of him, and he saw a big black bed without any decorations.

The dark sheets and quilt made the blond boy's fair skin and smooth blond hair seem to be glowing, and the magic circles hidden around the bed to control the temperature made the blond boy sleep extra comfortably, and his usually indifferent face was soft at this moment It's outrageous.

It was obviously just a human body, but Beelzebub still clenched his sweaty fists nervously, and silently lowered his head and knelt on one knee beside the bed.

After a long time, a word came from the bed: "What are you doing here? Beelzebub."

"My God has come, so Beelzebub should come." Beelzebub said obediently as he was in the heaven.

The blond boy on the bed didn't open his eyes, he let out a "huh" and said wearily, "Samael, he has been a lot of fools since he came to the Demon Realm, right?"

Beelzebub was silent for a while, and his expression softened: "No, my god, Samael, he just... never hides his guard in front of us."

This "we" refers to the family of fallen angels.

The blond boy is noncommittal. Although Samael has a cool, domineering and cold personality, in fact, as long as he can be included in Samael's circle of friends, he will find that even if he is surrounded by a group of sinister, cunning and shameless friends, he is himself. Unexpectedly, there is a bottom line.

"My God...Father God," after a pause, Beelzebub changed his title, and he said softly, "The Holy War has come, and we, the fallen angels, will once again fight the heavens to the death."

"En." The blond boy replied coldly.

"We have finally waited for the opportunity to see our former relatives and friends again."

Beelzebub raised his head this time, looked at the blond boy who opened his eyes, and said with longing and expectation: "Father God, can we allow our family of fallen angels to die in their hands? ——our most desired home.”

Please don't send us back the same way we were at the end of the First Era; please don't be sent back like in the First Jihad when we all look forward to seeing our former brethren and are willing to end this hopeless life by our former brethren. Suddenly announced the end.

After a long time, the blond boy said with half-closed eyes, "You guys are really selfish."

How selfish, how can you let those heavenly angels who killed their relatives and friends who had been close to each other for half their lives live?

Do you know how many angels there were so broken down that they went to the chapel to beg for death?

Really, so selfish.

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