[Comprehensive Anglo-American] To be a king can save the world

Michael was special to Lucifer, even though Lucifer never admitted it, he always knew that Michael was the only special one.

Not only because he has the same appearance as himself and was born with him.

It is a reason that is hidden and cannot be mentioned.

When Lucifer was still in heaven.

He is very friendly to every angel, even if he looks down on those angels who are wearing beautiful white dresses and have soft blond hair, sitting around the throne of Jehovah, singing, reading aloud, and weaving garlands.

Although they do fit the definition of an 'angel' in people's minds.

The ghosts know why they, as the Celestial Race, are born higher than human beings and will always be higher than human beings, why should they care about human beings' opinions.

In short, even in the face of those angels who would disgust Lucifer, Lucifer can communicate with them with the most gentle and holy smile. He is the right wing of God and the agent of God's order.

Only Michael.

Lucifer didn't even want to give him his best smile.

Michael was a freak, that's the accepted thing in heaven.

He is clearly one of the strongest seraphs created by God.

Not like other seraphs.

The brilliance of Lucifer, the wisdom of Gabriel, the healing of Raphael, and the bravery of Uriel.

Neither did Michael, he was more like a law angel.

But as a legal angel, he is not qualified either.

Michael never read or sang under the throne of the gods. Not only that, Michael was not seen almost every day. He was always guarding the rose field beside the rainbow in the heaven.

Lucifer never thought that an angel would be so fond of flowers, weak and boring.

Occasionally, an angel flies over the rose field, and you will see a blond six-winged archangel surrounded by warm and fragrant roses.

He closed his eyes, his silky blond hair fell into the flower fields, and his lips as bright as roses uttered ethereal and beautiful hymns like nightingales.

Every passing angel couldn't help but stop, and quietly landed on the rose field, listening to Michael's singing quietly, showing a fascinated smile.

When Michael found the eavesdropping angel, he would greet the angel with a smile and make a cup of hot rose tea, inviting him to rest in the flower field.

But Michael will definitely not continue to sing, and for a long time to come, no one will be lucky enough to see him singing in the rose field.

Lucifer passed by the rose field twice, and Michael always spotted Lucifer immediately, and then pretended not to see him, closed his lips to stop singing, and left with a calm expression.

Michael's hospitality and gentleness never showed to Lucifer, just as Lucifer never pretended to smile at him.

When he was still in the kingdom of heaven, Lucifer hated Michael's indifference to him very much. Every time he saw Michael's indifferent expression, he wanted to tear Michael to pieces.

Now Lucifer has long since awakened.

Michael is the only indifference to him, doesn't it just mean that he is also special in Michael's heart.

The morbid joy made Lucifer raise his lips, and hugged the fallen angel in his arms tightly.

Hmm.. where did he think?

Michael has a peerless singing voice, but he never shows it to outsiders.

No, no, what does this have to do with Lucifer?

It's ok.

Lucifer shouldn't have cared.

Until one night, Lucifer vaguely heard Michael's nightingale-like voice singing hymns outside the temple. It didn't sound like the cool voice he heard when flying over the rose field, but it added a bit of joy and happiness.

Out of curiosity, he followed the sound to the temple. Even on a night full of morning stars, the temple is full of light, just like daytime.

Lucifer hid behind the stone pillar and looked towards the high throne.

on the cloud.

Their supreme father God Yahweh sat on the throne, his silver hair hanging down naturally, and a doting and gentle smile on his supposedly expressionless face.

A golden-haired seraph sat on his lap, and his straight golden hair hung down like silk and was hidden among the clouds.

Michael's dazzling golden eyes reflected the appearance of God the Father. He sang a hymn softly, his feet swaying, and his voice was full of joy and joy that could not be suppressed.

There is no trace of his previous indifference or gentleness. He is like a spoiled child in front of God the Father.

In the quiet temple, the only sound that could be heard was Michael humming a hymn softly.

Michael stopped singing until the dawn bell was rung.

The morning meeting was coming soon, and he had to leave before the angels came to the temple.

The Lord inadvertently swept past the pillar where Lucifer was hiding with a warning in between, and kissed Michael's forehead lightly, and Michael reluctantly left the temple.

Lucifer saw the dawn with red eyes before stepping into the temple pretending nothing happened. The Lord did not point out Lucifer's behavior, nor did he privately warn or punish Lucifer.

Lucifer thought, maybe it was because what Jehovah did was also 'violating the rules', so Jehovah let Lucifer go.

Lucifer, who should have regarded that night as a yellow beam dream, seemed to be bewitched, and appeared in the temple every night.

He turned a deaf ear to Jehovah's warning words during the day, and as a voyeur, Lucifer saw all kinds of Michael.

Michael who acted like a baby and asked Jehovah to read poems for him, Michael who made scented tea for Jehovah, and Michael who fell asleep with his head resting on Jehovah’s lap.

Michael who was kissing lingeringly with Jehovah on the sacred throne that no one dared to look directly at, Michael whose eyes were out of focus and tears glistening, Michael who had a deep and sexy voice like a nightingale.

Michael, Michael Michael Michael Michael...

Not his Michael.

Lucifer finally understood.

Michael's beautiful singing voice and low hoarse voice are dedicated to Jehovah.

In addition, Michael will not show it to anyone again.

Lucifer also understood why Michael, who is also a seraphim, rarely appeared in front of the angels.

Because this pretty, useless Michael belongs to the Lord alone.

A thorn called jealousy entangled Lucifer's soul.

He had always thought that he was the special one in Jehovah's heart, and God the Father had bestowed upon him the status of being below one man and above ten thousand people, and appointed him to be the shining morning star.

He may be the most special shining morning star, but he will never be the child Jehovah loves most.

The irony is that he also prides himself on being... the favorite in heaven—

He didn't know whether he was jealous that Michael was the most special in Jehovah's heart, or whether he was jealous that only Jehovah could see Michael completely let go of his guard.

Lucifer was so enraged when Yahweh commanded to kneel before Christ that he led a third of heaven's angels in rebellion.

Lucifer had to admit he was taken aback when he found out that the new Angel Marshal leading the Angel Legion into battle was Michael.

Surprise was followed by intense joy, and he wanted Michael for himself.

This must have caused Jehovah great pain. His favorite child had been taken by the rebels.

And then anger, because Michael looked at him with cold eyes, without any emotion, cleared of traitors, without any thought of rebellion against Lucifer, Lucifer was not important to him.

That's why when the holy sword pierced his chest, he understood why the Lord was willing to let Michael fight.

Because Michael has never been a delicate flower, he is the rose of the gods, the trump card placed by Jehovah, and he will eradicate all threats for his majesty.

Fragrant and vulgar roses concealed Michael's sharpness, he was never willing to compete with Lucifer, he had no interest in power, he only wanted to be the rose of 'Father God'.

Disgusting, hated Michael—

...

...

The dark color streaked across the sky, and the darkness collided with the edge of the heaven to produce dazzling light spots. The light spots magnified and the clouds scattered layer by layer. Just when the sky was about to be pierced, more dazzling light covered the darkness.

The light burned the wings, and the darkness fell from the sky like a burning firework stick.

Lucifer sat quietly, surrounded by women, he held a glass of wine with a casual smile on his face, and the TV hanging on the wall was playing the spectacle of the fall.

A woman sneered: "How many times is this?"

"Countless, this should be the third time, right? You have clearly chosen to degenerate and become a demon, why do you still yearn for heaven?"

No one knew that Michael's fall was not voluntary, but his own doing.

Lucifer raised his lips silently.

"It will hurt if the wings are burnt out, but Michael is worthy of being His Highness's younger brother. Even if the wings are burned out, it will not weaken his strength..." Thinking of the oppressive feeling brought by the other party when he confronted Michael before. , the woman trembled.

Lucifer restrained his smile, and his expression became a little hard to fathom. Has anyone ever said that when Lucifer is not smiling, it will be creepy?

Michael did not submit to Lucifer after his fall, which is far from what Lucifer thought.

He still maintains his arrogance, which has been trodden in the mud thousands of times, and flies to the gate of heaven time and time again without giving up.

The former archangel who has been corrupted by magic power will only be rejected by the kingdom of heaven again and again. He can no longer perceive and contact everything in the kingdom of heaven. He has been completely cut off from the kingdom of heaven.

Every time he touches the gate of heaven, the divine fire will burn Michael's wings, but Michael will always grow new wings soon, the dark and ominous wings of fallen angels.

Then fly again to the kingdom of heaven that no longer belongs to him.

Just like a moth, knowing that the light will kill itself, it still rushes towards it without fear of pain.

Stupid and embarrassing.

The fallen Michael woke up from Lucifer's arms that day.

His mouth, which had become eloquent since he fell into the mortal world, rarely uttered any sharp words.

His face was pale, his beautiful blond hair had turned silvery white, and his golden pupils had turned scarlet.

His pupils trembled, apparently he did not expect to wake up in Lucifer's arms.

Through Lucifer's safflower eyes full of malice, Michael noticed the change in himself. He stretched out his hand and pushed Lucifer away, stood up, flapped his wings in embarrassment and wanted to fly, but because he couldn't mobilize his divine power, he became strangeness.

The wings could only hang behind his back, and he inserted his fingertips into his hair in pain.

When Lucifer reached out to touch his hair, he grabbed Lucifer's hand and pressed him to the ground, growling at him: "What did you do to me, Lucifer."

Lucifer admired Michael's angry gesture. This face, which had lost its holiness due to the degeneration and became seductive, was burning with anger like a manjusawa blooming on the edge of hell.

Lucifer smiled happily: "As you can see, Archangel, oh, I should call you the former Archangel now, after all, you are no longer an angel."

Lucifer's words undoubtedly stimulated Michael.

Michael tightened his grip on Lucifer's wrist, and his eyes gradually turned from deep red to bright red, which was a sign of the madness of the demon.

The wind from nowhere blew his silver-white hair, and a magic horn that replaced the halo emerged above his head.

Lucifer didn't seem to feel the increased pressure, he just smiled happily, and almost distorted malice gathered in his eyes.

"His Royal Highness Michael, pay attention, you are going crazy." Lucifer reminded calmly.

After hearing Lucifer's words, Michael's pupils contracted suddenly, he closed his eyes, the redness in his eyes began to subside, and then he opened them again, and it was calm, brewing a monstrous hatred for Lucifer.

As long as Michael still thinks that he is the holy angel, he will never go mad, even if his body and soul have been destroyed by Lucifer, he destroyed everything about Michael.

But he still holds that ridiculous pride that has been uncleaned, thinking that he is still the Lord of Light.

After that, the devil, after all, will return to hell.And hell is Lucifer's territory, he is waiting for the day when Michael will come to surrender to him.

However, Michael never returned to hell, he became a witcher.The witcher who hunts down demons, ghosts, and all who visit hell.

The Fallen became a witcher, and if it hadn't happened to Michael, he would have voted it Hell's joke of the year.

Direct contact with silverware will cause the demon's body to be corrupted. Michael wore special gloves, but he would still be corrupted. His fingers had turned into bones.

He wanders in the world like a ghost, beheading demons, but whenever his wings are full again, he will rush to heaven again without giving up.

There was a demon who gathered the names of all the demons and asked Lucifer to kill Michael. This was the request of many demons in hell, and even the other two kings of hell came to put pressure on Lucifer.

However, Lucifer's attitude is to let them do whatever they want.

He even hoped that they could keep Michael out of desperation.

He looked forward to how long Michael's dilapidated soul could last, and whether it would burst into a desperate and wonderful light when it was finally broken.

When he is alone and helpless, will he come to himself for help?

But no, even if he became a fallen angel, Michael's fighting power is still astonishing, Lucifer has no doubts

Lucifer has been looking for Michael for a long time. Although rumors of witchers can be heard everywhere, when Michael deliberately avoids Lucifer, he will be the most difficult to find.

The pure white church stands in the forest, and the path is full of roses, which are fragrant and eager, and Lucifer feels like he has returned to the rose field of heaven in a trance.

He knew that he could definitely find Michael here.

So he picked off a rose and sniffed its fragrance lightly. His posture was elegant and a little casual, and his smiling voice echoed in the quiet forest.

"Shouldn't you come out to greet distinguished guests? My dear Michael, or is this how you treat the etiquette taught to you by 'Father God'?"

There was no response, and the wind blew through the roses, bringing their rich fragrance and rustling leaves.

Lucifer sighed lightly, but the joy on his face did not dissipate because of the sigh. He raised his hand, and a black flame ignited in his palm.

His eyes became more and more serious, and he said to himself: "With the most beautiful rose, don't these vulgar flowers look like inferior products?"

"Did I ever say that I actually hate the rose field in heaven."

Lucifer raised his hand, a small silver knife pierced the air and Lucifer's surging magic power grazed his palm, Lucifer dodged sideways.

A black figure suddenly appeared from the darkness, Michael held Lucifer's neck and pinned him down in the rose field, and a sharp silver knife stuck to Lucifer's neck and ruthlessly plunged into the ground.

The sharp edge of the knife pressed against Lucifer's neck, causing a slight sting

Many delicate flowers were crushed to the ground by Lucifer, the sharp thorns scratched Lucifer's suit, and the half-dried soil in the morning rubbed against Lucifer's body.

However, Lucifer didn't look embarrassed at all, at least compared to the man holding him down, he was indeed not embarrassed.

Lucifer took advantage of the situation and took off his strength, lying quietly under Michael.

He always treated Michael very connivingly. Since Michael came to the world, Jehovah no longer possessed him. As the host, the elder brother of His Highness Michael, he must treat his dear 'brother' better, right?

With a smile on his lips, his dark red eyes stared at the fallen angel on his body. Although Michael had the same appearance as him, after the fall, his hair was not as black as most fallen angels. On the contrary, it was Silvery white in color.

Michael carried two swords on his back, and was wrapped in a worn cloak. Under the cloak hung a series of silver knives, or some bottles and jars, all of which were the hallmarks of a witcher.

The hand pressing Lucifer's chest was wrapped in worn-out leather gloves. Through the fabric, Lucifer could not feel the reality of Michael's fingers. I am afraid that Michael's fingers had already turned into dark white bones.

Silver-white hair hangs by the side of the face, and the untrimmed hair is uneven, not as soft as before.

Only that face, every slight change and expression is still the overly fierce Feili that can easily make Lucifer fall in love with him.

Lucifer was in a daze. He remembered that Michael loved beauty very much. His nails were always neatly trimmed and his fingers were round. He always wore the most beautiful dress in the kingdom of heaven. Silk is like silk.

Even in military uniform, he carefully hangs every accessory that impedes movement where it should be.

Michael has changed a lot, he no longer likes those beautiful clothes, is it because he can no longer wear them for his beloved and respected Father God?

Lucifer's originally good mood became a little subtle because of his own thoughts.

He stared at Michael with a half-smile, and slowly said his greeting: "Good morning."

"Michael, I figured it out."

"You can kill me, you have wanted to do it a long time ago, right? Ten thousand years ago." Lucifer's eyebrows were curved, and his narrow eyes revealed a little evil charm.

Michael narrowed his eyes, his hand holding the blade almost lost his strength due to excessive force, the condensed killing intent was transformed into magic power, causing all the surrounding roses to wither, his eyes were bloodshot and stared at Lucifer below with murderous intent.

Lucifer—

Lucifer can easily destroy what he loves most.

His hometown, his crushed pride, his birthright pride and broken faith, himself, his Lucifer.

But it wasn't all because of Lucifer. Michael knew that he was abandoned by God the Father. He fell into a deep sleep in the kingdom of heaven, and when he woke up again, he was in Lucifer's arms, as a fallen angel.

No matter how much he calls God the Father, there is no answer.

Apart from anger and hatred, Michael's body was covered and covered by layers of impure sorrow, some deeper reasons that could not be interpreted and could not be spoken.

Suddenly, Michael felt powerless.

Lucifer stared obsessively at Michael's red eyes dyed with anger. The intoxicating color was like rich red wine. He bestowed on Michael. Only he could change Michael. Let Michael show that look for him.

Can Jehovah do it?

Finally, Michael closed his eyes, restrained his anger, and said coldly to Lucifer, "Get out."

Lucifer smiled, what he wanted was not to get this sentence from Michael.Fortunately, he always knew how to provoke Michael easily.

He lightly rubbed the silver blade with his neck, not caring that the sharp silver blade scratched his neck, with the burning pain of being soaked in holy water, black blood flowed from his neck, and flowed down the white neck that was pressed by him. Withered roses on the ground.

Lucifer's expression was intoxicated, as if he had drunk too much wine.

He narrowed his eyes in satisfaction: "But I don't regret it, so you should kill me."

"Kill me, Michael."

Michael fixedly looked at the squinting Lucifer, a trace of sadness flashed across his crimson eyes, then he pulled out the silverware, got up and planned to leave.

Lucifer suddenly held Michael's hand and controlled Michael to stab the blade towards his heart. Michael quickly stretched out his other hand to cushion Lucifer's heart, and the blade penetrated into Michael's. On the back of his hand, there was not a trace of blood flowing out.

Because he has no palm meat and only the metacarpal bone.

"You're a fucking lunatic, Lucifer." Michael yelled at Lucifer, grabbing Lucifer by the collar.

Then he lowered his head and bit Lucifer's lip fiercely, this bite almost tore Lucifer's lip off.

Not to be outdone, Lucifer bit back, sharp canine teeth pierced Michael's lips, they bit each other's lips, black blood was intertwined, and the strong smell of blood mixed with the fragrance of flowers.

Nothing to love and love, only to vent.

Lucifer hugged Michael's waist tightly, and couldn't help laughing out loud. There was undisguised joy in his eyes. He knew what Michael's actions meant, which meant that this scarred rose was finally taken by him. Pull out the thorns.

He should have known earlier that dealing with Michael required some extraordinary means.

Despair would never win Michael, but Lucifer knew that he was special to Michael, just as Michael was special to him.

So hurting yourself is the best way to deal with Michael.

It's ridiculous that he only now knows that Michael 'loves' him so much, just as he 'loves' Michael.

Michael stared at Lucifer, a drop of black blood dripped from his eyes.Black blood fell on Lucifer's cheek.

Someone is saying, "I hate you, Lucifer."

Hearing this, Lucifer showed a pleasant smile, and he replied politely: "Me too, and I hate you too, Michael."