Did God drop his horse today [Myth]

The ball was indeed grand enough. It was co-planned by Mammon and Asmodeus, and the hall layout of the ball was luxurious without losing the atmosphere.

In the midst of drinking and feasting, everyone present was covered with invisible and intangible masks.

Lucifer changed into a dark purple dress with a black rose pinned on his chest, elegant and indifferent.

He entered the ball hall together with Yan Luo, and Yan Luo took off the fancy clothes when he came, and changed into a Tang suit with a black base material and a golden dragon on it.

When they entered the hall, they almost managed to catch everyone's eyes. As Lucifer walked, he discussed the details of today's cooperation with Yan Luo in a low voice.

However, although Yan Luo looked indifferent and taciturn, he could still play Tai Chi well. Seeing that it was basically impossible to take advantage of it now, Lucifer changed the subject easily.

In front of outsiders, these two deceased beings, the highest beings in the world, chatted happily and hit it off at first sight.

Suddenly, a touch of white broke into the corner of Lucifer's eyes, and his eyes flashed with surprise. Can there be white in the ball in hell?

"Staying with me for so long, I'm afraid you will be bored?" Lucifer smiled politely, and his etiquette was always flawless.

Yan Luo shook his head: "Your Excellency is a very funny and polite gentleman, staying with you will never be boring."

"Your Majesty Hades has praised you." Lucifer made his smile look more happy, "But I still hope that you can have a good time at this dance."

"Your Majesty Yan Luo can spend more time in the hall. Our place may not be as expensive as it is, but there are quite a few beauties."

At the end, Lucifer's face remained unchanged, but he deliberately slowed down his speech, his melodious tone and deliberately low magnetic voice were inadvertently ambiguous.

"Thank you for your hospitality." Yan Luo nodded, "I also wish you a good time."

After speaking, he turned around and walked towards the long table where the food was placed.

Lucifer guessed that nothing would happen if he saw that there were more people walking there, so he turned his head to look for the white that he saw just now.

He quickly found him. Although the man was standing in the corner, his pure white was so eye-catching that it didn't take any effort to find him.

Lucifer raised his foot and walked towards that corner. Gradually, the distance between them became closer and closer.

The other party also noticed Lucifer's approach, so he looked up at him.

Lucifer's footsteps paused when he met those eyes. They were silver eyes, and they were indifferent and lonely, without any trace of emotion.

At this time, Lucifer had a sense of familiarity again, and at the same time, there was a slight disgust. This feeling was a bit like returning to the feeling when he confronted that person the day before Falling into Heaven.

Lucifer blinked to clear the emotions in his eyes, and finally he continued to walk forward and walked in front of that person.

Seeing Lucifer walking in front of him, that person's expression remained unchanged, still indifferent, and he didn't salute, just staring at him coldly.

"I don't seem to have seen Your Excellency before." Lucifer slowly curled his lips, and looked into those cold eyes without flinching.

"Your Majesty hasn't left the Ninth Hell for thousands of years. It should be normal not to have seen me." The voice of that person was also very cold, with an unapproachable indifference everywhere.

Lucifer frowned, he could feel that the other party's aura was not lower than that of a king-level demon: "Are you a new king-level demon in the past few thousand years?"

"No, I'm not a demon." The other party unexpectedly refuted Lucifer's words, slightly pursed lips seemed a little angry.

"Then, may I ask your name?" Lucifer didn't ask the other party's identity, anyway, no matter who the other party is, as long as he is in hell, he can easily solve all the troubles.

By the way, except for official business and diplomacy.

The man's silver eyes were a little more emotional. He stared seriously at Lucifer's abyssal black eyes, and said softly, "Cicero."

It was as if he wanted to deliver his most important thing to the person in front of him.

"..." Lucifer was stunned for a moment, forgetting to answer, what a solemn look.

"Your suit is very special, Cicero." Lucifer shifted the topic to the white that attracted him, "Someday there will be white at the banquet in hell."

Cicero was still indifferent: "There is no rule in hell that prohibits wearing white at banquets."

"Do you believe in God?" Lucifer's eyes were deep, the dull black like the epitome of the hopeless abyss.

"No." Cicero's tone was calm, but his answer was very straightforward, "I don't believe in any existence."

Lucifer chuckled. He clenched a fist with one hand and put it in front of his lips to cover the corners of his raised lips. He didn't believe in anyone either.

"Hey, Cicero, listen, it's changed, have you heard this song now?" Lucifer stretched out his index finger in front of his lips, signaling Cicero to listen to the dance music on the field.

This song...is "The Place Abandoned by the Light", Cicero lowered his eyes, the hymn written by the devil of hell to hell, a song written before Lucy fell into the sky.

Without speaking, Cicero nodded slightly.

He raised his head and saw Lucifer's quite happy smile.

"That's easy." He heard the magnetic voice was very gentle, "So, can I ask you to dance for the first time?"

Afterwards, a hand wearing a black glove was stretched out in front of him, and the arrogant His Majesty bowed slightly, making a gentlemanly invitation.

Cicero was silent for a long time, until everyone around him looked over, he took a deep breath, and slowly put his hand on Lucifer's palm.

So light that it's almost just a dab on with your fingertips.

The moment Cicero put his hand on it, Lucifer immediately held his hand with just enough strength that he couldn't pull it back without hurting him.

Seeing that it could not be changed at all, Cicero had no choice but to follow Lucifer's lead and walk into the center of the hall together.

"I...can't dance very much." God has seen countless dances performed by his followers for him, but he has never danced himself.

Lucifer put his arms around Cicero's waist: "I'll teach you, put your other hand on my shoulder first."

Is this asking him to dance the female step?

After struggling for a while, Cicero put his other hand on Lucifer's shoulder.

"The tune of this piece is very slow, you listen to the tune." Lucifer slowly began to dance with his arms around Cicero.

Suddenly, Lucifer frowned, and tightened Cicero's hand, which turned into a half hug, and he lifted Cicero up slightly.

"...Sorry." The corners of Cicero's ears turned red, as he stepped on Lucifer's feet just now.

"It's okay, take the left foot first this time." Still smiling, Lucifer carefully taught Cicero how to dance.

Cicero stepped out his left foot obediently, and after carefully landing his foot, he was secretly relieved that he didn't step on Lucifer again.

The smile in Lucifer's eyes flashed, and he pulled Cicero around, seeing the surprise and panic that flashed across those indifferent eyes, the corners of his lips curved even wider.

"Very good, take a step back with your right foot this time." Lucifer continued his dance instruction, and Dencicero followed suit, "This time..."

He taught very seriously, carefully leading Cicero to take every step, and many demons around him stopped and stared at this scene in amazement.

You know, it was the first time they had seen His Majesty so patiently.

Gradually, the band's violin suddenly started to tune, and the piano changed its rhythm accordingly. When one piece ended, another piece started again.

Lucifer stopped, let go of Cicero, took his left hand, and gently printed a kiss on the back of his hand:

"It's a great honor for you to accept my invitation."

Cicero withdrew his hand and held his left hand tightly with his right hand: "It is my honor to be invited by His Majesty."

"Ah, that's right." Cicero tilted his head and pointed to the dining table, "I just saw..."

Lucifer followed his hand and looked towards the dining table, his pupils shrank slightly when he saw it, and the corners of his mouth twitched. He took a deep breath to calm himself down.

He maintained a smile and looked at Cicero: "Thank you for reminding me, I will be excused for a while."

"It's okay." Cicero shook his head, watching Lucifer's back gradually drifting away, his eyes gradually turned into an incomprehensible expression.

Lucifer turned around and walked towards the dining table, walked quietly behind Beelzebub, and patted his shoulder with one hand, which made Beelzebub startled again.

He turned around stiffly, and saw Lucifer's handsome face with a slightly murderous smile, and trembled involuntarily.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty." Beelzebub said cautiously.

Lucifer still didn't speak, still smiling, just pointed to the table in front of him.

Beelzebub turned his head to look over, and saw that except for the one in front of him, all the food had been emptied. His pupils narrowed sharply, and he was about to get angry, but suddenly he realized the reason for His Majesty's appearance

"Haven't you eaten today?" Lucifer's mood was the same, but those who knew him could tell the slight difference.

When he treats you tenderly beyond the current status of each other, he is usually angry.

Beelzebub was heartbroken, this time he really didn't eat it!

"Your Majesty, it's not me." Beelzebub said without tears.

Lucifer glanced at the plate that Beelzebub had not put down until now with a half-smile, but said nothing.

Beelzebub immediately put the plate on the table as if throwing it away, and stood up straight: "Although I ate a lot, I only ate because I found that the food was running out quickly during the process of eating, and someone was robbing me." So fast."

"Then who will snatch it from you." Lucifer finally opened his mouth, and glanced at the empty dining table again.

Beelzebub is really going to collapse now, secretly cursing the guy who snatched food with him, waiting for that guy to fall into his hands...

At this time, Yan Luo walked over leisurely, looked at Beelzebub's pitiful appearance, sighed, and felt a little guilty in his heart.

He walked up to Lucifer: "I ate some."

"I don't know what His Majesty Yama thinks of the taste? I'm glad that the food from hell is favored by you."

Beelzebub immediately talked to Yan Luo, regardless of whether Yan Luo was that guy or not, he was his savior at this time.

"You don't have to be humble, the food tastes good." Yan Luo naturally followed Beelzebub's words.

Seeing Yan Luo come forward, Lucifer can't continue to pursue Beelzebub's mistakes in front of outsiders.I had no choice but to look at the gluttonous subordinate: "In the future, if you are gluttonous, pay attention to the occasion."

He beckoned to the attendants next to him and asked them to clear the table. After saying hello to Yan Luo, Lucifer continued to look for the white.

"Ace, have you seen my dance partner?" Lucifer, who searched for a while but couldn't find Cicero, asked the beauty who just got off the dance floor.

"Hey, I seemed to see him there just now." Ammonstian pointed in a direction.

"It seems he's gone." Lucifer sighed, his tone full of helplessness.It seems to be used to being released as a pigeon.

He looked up at the wall clock in the banquet, it happened to be twelve o'clock in the morning.

Lucifer suddenly remembered a fairy tale in the world, the girl who had to leave the ball every morning.

Pfft, is that person Cinderella?