[Hebrew Mythology] Fallen to Heaven

He floats in a sea of ​​light.

His limbs were limp and limp, soaked by the warmth of the surroundings so that he didn't want to move, there seemed to be a psalm in the depths of that light, it was as hazy as fine snow falling, slowly covering his soul.He is evil and dark, but the light does not reject him; the inherent sin is engraved in the soul, but the heart that yearns for the light never abandons it.

"follow me."

That voice sounded like waters and thunder at the end of the sky. It was an order engraved in his soul. He opened his eyes wide with all his strength, but he could only vaguely see someone at the end of the ocean of light, separated by layers of water. , the red hair was dyed a bright flame color almost orange.

The man stretched out his hand, which seemed to be far away, but he clearly parted the sea water, and clenched his wrist; he was pulled out by the man, and the icy air wrapped him, and the man pulled him into his arms, and then, He felt flames dance around them.

Warm as the embrace of an angel in a childhood fantasy.

The red-haired angels had flaming pupils, and their outstretched emerald wings flapped the air; they flew up, and the satisfaction and peace of mind made him slowly close his eyes, losing his perception of the surroundings.

Then he woke up in the cold.

The person holding him has changed. The angel yelled something while flying forward. He struggled vaguely, trying to find the previous one, but he couldn't make any sound.

He heard the angel shouting at the top of his lungs.

"Send troops immediately—"

I bounced off the bed and fell back again.

The feeling in the dream just now was too weird, as if I was bound somewhere, and someone touched my head and said something, it felt very much like old Professor Yangshu.

I straightened my bones and looked to my side - Yanar was sleeping beside me, and across from Yanar, the Lord stood there with white hair, purple pupils, divine light, quiet and peaceful.

He met my gaze and smiled at me, a shallow smile, but enough to make me feel warm.

There was no need for a rehearsal, I propped up my upper body and approached him, our lips rubbed against each other, the Lord looked at me tenderly, my purple eyes were filled with my blackness, I held his face in my hands, and carefully parted his lips.

No taste.

It's just shallow, with a little indescribable aroma from him, warm and soft.

I go around his teeth and try to find his tongue.Yahweh wrapped me around in turn, he seemed very dissatisfied with my clumsiness, he directly wrapped his arms around my neck, and forced the battlefield into my mouth, we pushed each other, and at the end suddenly felt wrong, looked down in unison .

Yanar lay there motionless with his eyes open, with a slightly complicated expression on his face.Seeing us looking at him, his eyes immediately wandered.

Yahweh pushed me away with a calm face, Yanar coughed uncomfortably, and propped himself up, "...I'm sorry. I'll go out first, you continue—"

He fell into Yahweh's arms, gasping for breath, a rare sense of bewilderment appeared in his strange-colored eyes.Yahweh pushed him back to the bed, "That kind of magic consumes too much energy. After all, you are an angel, and forcibly mobilizing the demon part is almost equivalent to suicide."

This is the first time I have seen Jehovah speak such a long word to someone other than me.

"I'm sorry to trouble you..." Yanar's voice was really weak, he turned to me and forced a smile, "I'm really sorry for letting you see this, eh."

Jehovah kissed his forehead.

That scene was quite pleasing to the eye. The silver-haired angel was lying on the bed, with a slender body wrapped in a white quilt, and his strange-colored eyes were full of water because of his weakness, while the god stood beside his bed, bowed his head, exuding The long, light hair fell on the side of the angel's face, and the slender eyelashes trembled, almost sweeping across the angel's forehead.The faces of both of them are so beautiful, and the pure white and flawless scene surrounded by the holy light cannot be tarnished by anything.

However, I really have an inexplicable feeling that the two harems of the male protagonist in the harem anime are together.

"Sleep for a while," Yahweh said. He reached out and gently pressed Yanar's eyelids to cover his eyes. "When you wake up, it will be over."

Yarnar was asleep when his hands were gone.I'm not sure if he is asleep or in a coma, his pale lips are weakly opened, and his whole body is so white that there is no blemish.The Lord came to me, hugged my waist as he did a long time ago, and leaned on my chest, "Lucifer." His voice was no longer immature, but a little more gentle and reassuring, "You will go ,Yeah?"

"Of course." I rubbed his hair, "I am the real creator of this world."

"Actually, I lied to you."

"At first? You said 'there is no outside'—but in fact, the outside is your world."

Jehovah muffled a laugh.He rubbed back and forth in my arms, like a big dog ignored by its owner.I hugged him and stood in front of the window. The clouds outside the house were dyed golden by the light, and the eyelashes of the Lord swept over my neck. "So, it's the same without me here? Restore your hell, I'll wait for you."

"You are really in a hurry. Do you want to go to hell with me?"

"...You are the one who is in a hurry. Don't be in a hurry." He tapped my head, "I also have a job over there. You will be here alone from now on. But, even so—— "

"Jehovah."

"……Um?"

"I can't answer you now. What you want is not my answer, is it?"

"...No. To me, you are the same."

"It's different for me. So I have to wait until I remember those, or when the real Lucifer stands here again, before I can answer you."

"So," he grabbed my collar, he was shorter than me, but he didn't seem to be looking up at me at all; his voice was very clear, "just as 'Lu Shuang', do you love me?"

I opened my mouth, as if something was stuck in my throat, it was difficult to respond.

If I don't love him, who can I love?

But what qualifications does the human being standing here have to say this?

"Answer me, Lu Shuang."

"...Of course I like you. But as Lucifer—"

"Enough." He raised his head, his lips brushed against my lower lip, "This is your guarantee. Don't forget it——Lu Shuang."

Black clouds surged in the sky, and thunder and lightning whizzed down, splitting the demon army's heart.

"What it is?"

This is the question on the mind of all demons.

The figure standing there was unusually thin, with two extremely prominent eyes, one purple and one gray, looking in two different directions, with square pupils and no whites.

He just stood there, and the thunder surged down.

Michael had a vague sense that someone had dispelled the darkness.The wind gently surrounded him, and he opened his eyes to see the flames he tried his best to maintain, as well as Raphael's silver hair.

The Healing Angel of the Wind was as calm and gentle as ever, his light green eyes looked at the sky, where huge thunder gathered.There was only the sound of wind and rumbling thunder, and the lightning struck and scorched everything around.

"Raphael?"

"Yeah." Raphael lowered his head, and gently stroked his side face with his fingers, "Is it better?"

Michael vaguely remembered that nearly a thousand years ago, when he was suddenly overtaken by the position of Vice-Prince of the Kingdom of Heaven and panicked, Raphael appeared in front of him in the same way, gentle enough to have the power to calm people's hearts, and quiet as if nothing happened. Nothing could make him flustered.

Out of nowhere, he asked the question again at this moment, "Did Raziel really participate in that kind of thing?"

Raphael frowned slightly, "I don't know." He replied, "Don't you believe me?"

"……I believe."

I believe everything you say, just treat me as a fool, just treat all the investigations for such a long time as my imagination, and I allow that flimsy bubble-like lie to become a city wall that blocks everyone's sight.

Because you are Raphael.

Because when I was still a librarian, and I only had joking longings for His Royal Highness Lucifer, I would see you sitting in the sun, flipping through books that I still can’t understand with Raziel, yes Everyone smiled warmly.

Including me who was nothing at the time.

"Then," Raphael said with a smile, "heaven is still waiting for you, my vice lord—stand up, you are their commander in chief."

"...you don't leave my protection."

"Don't worry. I will support you." Raphael replied lightly, the wind swirled around, and the flames were swayed and danced by it. Michael stepped out of his ring of flames, "Who are you?" He asked the square pupil Angel, "Will you fight by my side?"

One of the angel's eyes looked at him, and the neck that seemed to be extremely stiff was shaking up and down, "U-riel." He uttered the syllable, his voice scattered in the thunder, "I, yes, Uriel."

"...Forcibly stealing divine power through transformation. One pair of eyes is light purple, which means God's punishment, that is, thunder; the other is gray, which means the magic power to see through the soul, that is, read minds." The girl wrote quickly, her blue eyes The black curly hair dangled in the ear, and a red hair band held them together, "Issuing judgment on the soul, seeing through everything, and mastering divine punishment, Bess clearly made a way of death for himself--Raphael is really Doesn't understand his father."

"Ah, I wanted to ask just now." The captain of the Angel Army straightened his hat, and gave a military salute casually, "You are Lord Raziel's sister, Lashia, right? This is the front line, so it doesn't matter if you come like this?"

"Do you have the right to say that for me to save others?" The girl turned her head arrogantly, her eyes were clear and indifferent, "Who are you? Is it really good not to declare your family name?"

"Me? My name is Mephisto. I'm an angel destined to fall. Don't talk about this, what are you remembering? Is it the data record of the thing below? I thought you also participated in the experiment."

"I don't." Lashia's gray eyes, which were the same as Raziel's, stared coldly at Mephisto's eyes, as if there was something in those eyes that interested her, "Actually, neither does my brother. "

"...Then it is indeed Raphael's frame?"

"Before you try to use me, please think about why Rafael planted Raziel. I don't think there is a conflict of interest between them."

"Isn't this simple? Ah, there are always people who think things are so complicated—because Raziel wants to die."

Lashia closed her eyes.

"Your soul is really interesting."

"If the light purple eyes are the representative of God, then maybe my purple eyes also have some meaning? Ah, anyway, although I know I'm weird—I still want to ask, what are you going to do? "

"Does it have anything to do with you? I just saw something interesting and wanted to record it. This kind of terrible experiment can be successful. It has to be said that the first generation of angels is the closest to God—the strange thing is , Among the first generation of angels, it seems that only my father is a Seraphim."

Mephisto's eyes narrowed briefly.

"Of course, you may not have heard of it. Because my father didn't become a Seraph in any of the wings." She opened her eyes again and continued to record the data, "He is a 'born Seraph'—his The name is Raguel."

God opened his eyes in the white mist.

Thunder surrounded him, and there were small electric currents everywhere in the mist; the chill soaked the marrow of the bone, and even the soul trembled.The slightest movement will send the mist billowing and billowing, a place only the gods can reach.

He is a god, but he has been here for 5000 years and has never left even a single step.

Yahweh raised his hand and rubbed his lower lip until his lips turned red; the fog was quiet, without even the slightest sound of breathing, but it seemed like countless ghosts were hiding.His white hair floated up in the mist, and the tips of his hair floated up softly. His pure white clothes almost melted into the mist without getting wet at all.

He smiled and looked towards the void, his eyes filled with tender affection.

"Good luck, Lucifer."

Like a long time ago, the man in hell said, good luck, my God.

The author has something to say:

Lu Shuang: "Of course I like you."

Jehovah: "This is your pledge."

Yanar: Hey, do you remember I'm in the house TAT...

Michael: You are enough and we are still fighting ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!