[Hebrew Mythology] Fallen to Heaven

Beijing.

"Are you awake?" The woman's voice was lazy and indescribably tired.

The clean floor of the hospital was enough to reflect the figure of the nurse. She left the ward with a yawn, and at the same time responded to the other party, "No...how can there be so many people who wake up without moving. Are you working night shift again today?"

"What can I do, it's not their shift—oh? It's not visiting time, this gentleman—"

The nurse clutched the medical records in her arms.

There seemed to be a sudden silence in the corridor.

From there came what seemed to be an old gentleman, but she couldn't remember his appearance; he brushed past her, and a low voice came to her ear, "Nothing happened. Go ahead, you checked Patient, it's time to go back."

She nodded in a daze, and seemed to walk forward along the corridor unconsciously.

The old man pushed open the door of the ward.

Lying there was the body of a young man, with a featureless face and short hair, and the body that was kept alive by the nutrient solution only made faint breathing sounds.The old man sat beside him and stroked his black hair.

"You won't have this benefit when you wake up." He chuckled softly, his pupils twinkling with nostalgia, "Lucifer is my student—this matter will scare Michael's jaw off .Forget it, they must have already known—ah, the first time I thought Heaven was well-informed."

"You have been sleeping for ten days. Please wake up earlier, my honorable friend is still waiting for you."

The purge of Heaven has put a lot of pressure on Hell.For the first time, the demons knew that forming a party for selfishness is also wrong in the eyes of angels. The demons said that this was embarrassing. They have always been able to fight in groups and not single-handedly. .

I left them alone and continued teaching Beelzebub psychology.Recently, Beelzebub has a tendency to learn to be stupid, and the whole person is a little dazed, as if his world view is being refreshed every day.I patted him on the shoulder, "We're going to fight now."

He looked at me hopelessly.

"We're going to fight heaven."

Enoch died, and Michael took him up to heaven.That would have sounded like a wonderful thing, and it was a wonderful thing for hell, because it meant the gates of heaven had to be opened, and Michael had a giant encumbrance around him.

Although I doubt that the soul of Medanzo, who has been a demon, went to heaven and then ran to become a human, will not be easy to deal with even in the form of a human soul, but for hell, this is indeed a good opportunity to practice.What to do when internal conflicts become increasingly prominent?Transfer outward, as long as there is a common enemy, everything can be put down first.

So Hell secretly assembled its forces and began to plan against Heaven.The goal is only until the next day, which is enough to insult Heaven for the devil who doesn't know the truth, but it is really not serious for Heaven, and no ordinary people will be hurt at all.

Beelzebub was basically taken to the front line by me. He even shook his sword hand, and he looked like a living target.I threw him directly among a group of domineering devil dragons, "Come back if you can, and it's the same if you don't come back."

Then I went into hiding in secret to protect him.

Silk created a large area of ​​darkness, and we rushed to heaven in this darkness, and drove straight through the gate of heaven, knowing how much the devil likes to attack suddenly. Heaven is well-defended, but it is a pity that Baal has been wandering all the way, seeing people killing people and seeing castles Demolition of the fort, wandering on the front line like mammon, chopping whoever is caught.I watched them bloody flying all the way blankly, pressed the desire to kill them first, and tried to focus on Beelzebub who seemed to want to rush over and hug any angel.

In Mammon's hand was a stack of copper coins.He'd cast those things from the sky and watch them come back to him; where they passed left unhealed scars, the power he'd acquired as the original sin of greed, be it money or blood, They are all things that mammon desires.

When the demon swept across the first day and was approaching the second day, a flame forced a way out of the darkness.Michael stood in front of the teleportation array, and the rolling flames surrounded the teleportation array as if it had been a long time ago. An illusory shadow lay in his arms, and that shadow was gathering elements from the surroundings to form a figure.

"demon--"

"My lord." Almost at the same time, Bo Yi descended to my side, "There is a demon asking to see him. He said he has a way to deal with Yanar."

"...what does he want?"

"He asked to be sent to the front to keep him safe."

"can you do it?"

"no problem."

"Go." There are many ways to deal with Michael, but it is really rare to deal with Yanar who has experienced many battles.I don't believe that he can really kill Yanar. We didn't come here with the purpose of killing any Seraphim.

But I was still curious about his method, so I divided my attention a little, and the dark elements relayed to me everything they saw a few hundred meters away.

Yanar came very quickly.He and Yeremir arrived almost at the same time, and Yeremir temporarily took Medanzo's soul and disappeared into the teleportation circle.The demonic army stared at them, waiting for an order to rush up and surround them—it's a pity that everyone knows that real peak battles don't need miscellaneous fish, and they will die if they rush up.Barr gave them a middle finger, "Come on, why, do you have to wait for everyone to fight before starting?"

Michael looked dignified behind his own fire circle, but Yanar was very calm, and threw an ice pick at Barr, "Why, you have to be many to one to win?"

"Go!" Barr didn't talk to Yanar, he and Mammon broke through the flames and rushed towards Michael.Samael and Yanar faced each other, and I was looking for the demon protected by Silk: they were approaching the flames, and they looked extremely small on this battlefield. The demon was wearing a fat cloak, which seemed to fit two personal.They came closer, and then the demon yelled, "Yanar!"

Yarnar doesn't make the mistake of being distracted, he just glances at it quickly, but it freezes him for an instant.

The demon lifted his cloak, and there were indeed two people. He held another unconscious demon in his arms. The demon's long silver hair danced on the battlefield like a spirit-calling banner lifted by the wind.

Even if I didn't see the face, I knew who it was.

That was Yanar's father.

Of course Samael would not miss this opportunity, the wind whirled and cut into Yanar's body, and the angel's blood with a unique smell fell in the air, "Well—" Yanar vibrated his wings, but the wind cut it ; the ice formed armor around him, but Samael chipped its face quickly, and Michael gnashed his teeth against Mammon's blows, unable to take care of Yarnar's side; Samael's wind pressed down again— —

"Go away..."

In the whirling wind, Yanar closed his blue eyes, only the blood pupils of the demons radiated a frightening light.

Samuel bounced away from him.Almost in the next moment, the wind swirled in the opposite direction, with almost no gap in between; Yanar's roar swirled over the battlefield, it was like a demon from the abyss rather than an angel crying; his body recovered quickly, gray and white The wings dropped broken feathers with every vibration, but it was obvious that his power was not taken away by the feathers, but became more terrifying: with the cooperation of the wind, the ice attacked the demons below at a terrifying speed, and before they even had time to react, countless The demon turned into pieces in the next instant, Yanar flew out of the flames, his fingernails were sharp and sharp, his pupils trembled rapidly, the storm rolled up dust, cutting the entire battlefield, "Fuck!" Barr quickly retreated ,"What is he doing--"

"Yanar."

The voice sounded a little weird like this, but it didn't affect my discernment.

Haniya put her arms around Yanar's neck from behind.He seemed to appear suddenly, black hair flying in the wind, "Calm down, Yanar."

He forced Yanar's eyelids open to reveal the blue eye.

The storm stopped.

Dust fell from the sky.

Yanar was gasping for breath, Hania held his chest tightly, no one spoke for a while, Yanar slowly fell into Hania's arms, he looked down, as if looking for something.

Baal stared at Hania, Mammon also stared at Hania, all the demons and Michael stared at Hania.

"Calm down?" Haniya said indifferently, "Yes, I saw it, and I will find it—please rest. Please leave everything after that to me."

When Haniya glanced at the demon army that was thrown into disarray by the storm just now, it was like looking at the root carvings in her own garden.It's not bad to say that, in fact, the current demon army was fought by him, and now they are attacking him again.

"Lucifer," he said, "please come forward and please tell me this is your decision."

"You let me stand and I will stand?" I replied halfway across the battlefield, "My decision is true, how do you stop it?"

Haniya hugged Yanar tightly, her silver and black hair mixed together.I think Yanar passed out, and the explosion just now probably consumed all his energy. "I challenge you to a duel," Haniya said calmly. "We fight ours, and they fight theirs. How about it?"

With my toes, I know there is a trap, but I really want to know what kind of trap it is.Anyway, I am the person who is the least likely to die in the Three Realms now, so I might as well just accompany him, "Then let's go."

"See you in the world." Hania pointed down.He carried Yanar across the demon army, I glanced at Beelzebub, and temporarily dropped him.The seas of the world are more suitable for our battles - none of us want to accidentally wipe out demons and angels.

So humans are still easy to bully.

"Long time no see, mother." As soon as she left the sight of the devil, Haniya revealed her true colors, "Hit?"

"The son is not the fault of the father." As soon as I remembered the dark element, I threw it away.

"Wait - I'll let him go. Let me see...can you give me a hug first?"

I hugged Yanar.He looked a little pale, his lower lip had bite marks from himself, and the wound had healed, but the torn clothes could barely cover him.I took off the robe and helped him put it on, and he buried his face in my arms, breathing so softly that he could hardly hear him.

Then I knew what the trap was.

A sharp chill spread from my abdomen, and almost at the same time, above my head, the darkness was dispelled, and the sunlight fell, cutting off my magic power; Yanar hugged me and wrapped his arms around my neck, and we were completely glued together.

"You won't hurt me."

I heard Haniya whisper, "Yanar..." and he looked at me, just laughing.

"Your Highness, do you know what was the first thing I thought of when I saw you on the commercial street on the fourth day?"

"...I am not Your Highness anymore."

He let go of me, pulled my hand to his heart and held it down, looking straight at me with red and blue eyes.

"I think, this person is so gentle that it can be profitable."

The sharp icicles burst from my palm and went all the way up my arm. The severe pain tore apart my consciousness. He stared at me like he was crying.

"Look...just make a face that wants to cry...you will forgive me."

But he was choking up, and I remembered how long ago he was lying on my bed and saying, "I don't deserve it."

That's when I said, "I said you'd be Seraph and you definitely will be."

Now he is.He is the messenger of God, an angel worthy of the name Yanar——

And I am Lucifer.

My vision was gradually flooded by the swaying whiteness, a huge sense of powerlessness enveloped me, Yanar's tears hit my face, he bent down, touched my lips like crazy, but bounced back; he shook his head , shouted silently, the wings trembled violently, and the trembling turned into a series of wind buzzing in my ears, "Lucifer," he called me, "Lucifer..."

He didn't kiss me.He didn't dare to kiss me after all.

He dared to freeze me, but he dared not kiss me.

I just wanted to laugh out loud.What does it matter, just as he knows I will forgive him, I also know he can't kill me.He is protecting Paradise, the Paradise that I have intended to protect for 5000 years; and I have placed this responsibility on his shoulders.

It's just that even then he might not be able to do it.

Michael trembled in the darkness, his red hair was almost swallowed by the dark elements, and his emerald six wings struggled in vain.

The demon army let out a roar that shook the sky, and their eyes shone with terrifying purple light. It was clearly a peak battle, but they rushed forward without hesitation.

That's not the vanguard of miscellaneous soldiers.

The army seemed to be laughing.

"Are they crazy?" Boye appeared next to Samael, and he was still firmly protecting the pale demon and Yanar's father.Samuel shrugged, "Do you remember that he was winged?"

Bo Yao was startled.

"Those feathers. Those powers—His Majesty used them to strengthen them. How many ordinary cherubs or weaker seraphs do you think is enough to pile up one-third of His Majesty's power?"