[Hebrew Mythology] Fallen to Heaven

He walks past me.

The long black hair almost fell to the ground, and I looked down, so I could only see the ends of it swaying at his feet.

I think he has a straight back. He has always been like this since the creation of the world. No one can make him bow his head, even if it is a god, he will fight for it.

But now he walks past me, into the depths of a distant dream.

"……sorry."

"What?" I didn't expect him to respond to me, he stopped behind me, I couldn't feel him, I just knew he asked, "Why do you want to apologize?"

"Because I'm afraid to change boring to the point of selfishness and cowardly so you can't be born again, so sorry."

"Are you talking about selfishness with the devil?"

He seemed to think my words were very interesting, and there was a clear smile in his voice, "Do you really know what you are talking about?"

"……I say."

"Ok?"

"Why are you so clear-headed?! It's okay for others to hate me, and you still hate me? I don't know what I'm talking about. You're dead, don't you know?"

"..." Lucifer was silent for a while, "How did I reincarnate as you?"

"I still want to ask!"

"You want to ask, so I want to ask." He said with certainty, "I will not allow myself to be replaced by others, not even my own past life, so neither will you; my hope is your hope, I Your doubts are your doubts, and everything you hold on to comes from my hold on, so I know what you will do, and I predict everything-yes, I mean, you have not escaped my grasp , even though I'm dead."

"...you really have a bad taste."

"In every sense, you have it too." He replied calmly, "You are my rebirth. Although it is indeed a bit unexpected, I still have to admit it."

I finally turned around, but as I expected, I didn't see him.He's dead, he's gone to dust—and damn it, he's said it, he's bound me to this day, and my existence will always be his sequel to some people.

Others don't care.

What about Yahweh?

This god who is said to have had a relationship with me but I can't remember now, what does he think of me?

I guess I must have struggled with this issue once before. I can’t fall in love without worrying about this kind of thing that is more important than sexual orientation. The plot of finding you is really not very cold.

Lucifer's laughter came from the darkness.I don't know if he was expressing approval or laughing, anyway, I gave my middle finger fiercely, and after the comparison, I realized that he was not conscious at all, it was just the memory of Lucifer that was visualized in my mind, "What are you looking like, no matter what Aren't you just a dead man!"

I can almost picture him laughing low and saying "I'm dead so I don't have to worry about it".From this point of view, Haniya is indeed his own—huh?

Haniya...?

I pressed my temples, trying to regain my train of thought.Hania... what did you do?

It should be said, who is Hania?

I couldn't help sighing, shaking my underdeveloped brain, and retreated from the darkness of the dream.

Yahweh was sitting next to me, with his long legs stretched out, his hands behind his back, and he looked up at the sky.His white hair was blown by the wind, shaking in the air.

I looked at his side face, which seemed to be covered by light and blurred.

As vague as my memory.

But those don't matter.What should be remembered will always be remembered, and more importantly, I just looked up at him, and he looked up at the sky.

I don't feel like I'm below him any more than he's below the sky.

Maybe I did become a god in another world, even if I know myself, it is impossible for this matter to be all due to my efforts.

No matter how unwilling I am to accept the status of being a sequel to Lucifer, this status may have really helped me a lot.No, it should be said that everything I have received from Jehovah is based on this.

The thought made me feel even worse.

"What's wrong?" Jehovah immediately asked me through his head, his tone extremely calm, "What did you dream about?"

I propped myself up, looked at the familiar scenery around me, and deeply felt that my IQ was not enough.

This is the teaching building of my school.

What I mean is that this is the roof of our tallest teaching building. I can see the familiar dormitory building as soon as I turn around, and I just need to stand upright to face my dormitory.

"...what are we doing here?"

"Lu Shuang."

"Uh-huh?"

Jehovah turned his head and looked at me with a smile.In fact, there are very few emotions on his face, and I can only distinguish the slight smile, but it makes me unable to help but smile along with him.

Almost immediately afterwards, I couldn't help laughing to myself.

"What are you laughing at?" He asked me. I couldn't explain to him that laughter is contagious for humans, so I couldn't help but want to laugh when there was nothing funny.

There really isn't much to laugh about.

Except I'm sitting in the classroom building now, with a wind blowing over my head that I've never felt before, and I hear the Lord say, "What the hell is going on?"

I heard the LORD say.

The concept alone is hilarious enough.

"You call me that because you think Lucifer wants to do that? Call him by his name in this life?"

Yahweh sighed.It's so fresh that God would sigh.

"Humans are truly inexplicable creatures."

"You made it." I couldn't help reminding him, "Don't tell me that you made people to make excuses for forcing Lucifer to fall to heaven."

"...Not quite. Half of the reason is that the world was destroyed at the time and needed new stabilizers. But in this regard...you don't understand me when I tell you?"

"Yes," I replied sincerely, "I'm only interested in who you think of me. Think about it, if you just think of me as Lucifer, then you might as well ask Lao Yang——Raguel to accompany you , Think about it, cultivate your relationship, watch the stars and talk about life, as for me, I just don’t remember you right now, so you guys are better than you, I’ll find a pretty girl and talk to her—”

Yahweh suddenly turned over in front of me, his hands resting on my side. This movement was full of ambiguity, and I subconsciously fell back, so that I lay on the ground—more ambiguity.

So I sat up in the spirit of not knowing the ambiguity of the brain circuit, and looked at him with dead fish eyes.

"Lu Shuang." He called me, "Who do you want to find?"

This overflows the voice of "I will cut whoever you are looking for" in the dialog box.

"What on earth do you like about me? How can I compare to Lucifer? God, open your eyes and see clearly. It's heaven to be wrong!"

"You are not afraid of me."

I was speechless.

"This... No one will be afraid of you walking on the street like you are now, really."

"It's not like that. I treat the life I've created as nothing that kills at will or bestows favors unfairly. Raguel is terrified to realize that, but you don't. You just don't Like...but you're not afraid."

"Why should I be afraid," I asked dully, "Gods can't decide the life and death of a group of mortals, so what else is there for God? No, this is not my characteristic, right? At least half of the thousands of boys in our school think so .We are not a religious society, and there are no perfect gods."

"So, do you think they would be afraid of such a god?"

"This... I'm afraid if you want to kill me."

The LORD is watching me.He raised his hand and put it on my throat, without much effort, I could feel his fingertips soft and slender, "I'm going to kill you now."

"..."

He increased his strength little by little, and finally his fingers almost dug into my throat. He pinched the upper end of the trachea, which made my stomach unstoppable.I coughed hard, always feeling that someone had done similar things, but I couldn't figure it out, I only knew that his pair of light purple eyes were getting closer to me.

Then he suddenly let go of me, "What are you thinking?"

"With purple eyes, no wonder he's gay... Oops!"

The Lord tapped my forehead, "Do you really think you're afraid?"

"This... um, because you are so beautiful, yes, men, as long as there are beautiful women, you are not afraid of death." I opened my eyes and talked nonsense, pretending that I was so blind that I couldn't tell the gender, "This... Falling in love with a god really doesn’t make much sense, why don’t you perform a magic… uh, divine magic, and stuff the memory of my time travel into my head?”

"...It's in your soul. It's just that you don't want to think about it. Or, because you don't believe that you have reached another world. Your heart doesn't believe it, so what can I do?"

I smacked my lips.

As an ordinary person with that kind of receptive ability, I think this matter can only be solved in one way.

"I said, do you allow angels and children?"

Yahweh hesitated briefly and then nodded.

"Let Gabriel go and have a relationship with the three perverts in our dormitory. Once I get used to her existence, I will more or less accept it."

When Gabriel saw me the next day, his whole face was distorted.It is estimated that Yahweh really went to discuss with her, but there is no need for the audience to point it out. Everyone in our dormitory, including me, has self-knowledge, what rank is the angel and what rank is we, and whether we are worthy or not.

I sat in the corner of the back row of the classroom that I have been fixed to in recent days, watching Gabriel sitting with the three crooked melons, I couldn't relax myself.For no other reason, God sits beside me.

And it is a god invisible to others.

And he is the God who corrects me by my ear when I write a wrong word in English class.

In the short two-hour course, I was drenched in cold sweat. I just felt that God’s eyes were staring at me all the time. As a highly honored human being, I was habitually in a daze throughout the class. I had to ask God to remind me to take notes .I, a scumbag who has never memorized English words since the third year of junior high school, had to take notes tremblingly, and at the same time prayed in my heart—to the Buddha——God doesn’t understand physics, so I can relax in the next physics class.

It turns out I was thinking too much.

I met Yanar in physics class.She didn't sit next to me, or she seemed to have more common sense than Gabriel and Gabriel. She was wearing ordinary sports clothes, her hair was tied up, and she was magically turned black, making it difficult to be noticed .

But thanks to her doing this, because thinking of the old poplar tree, I suddenly felt that there might be angels in human clothes sitting around me, and I felt extremely heavy for a moment.

Until Yanar suddenly turned his head and smiled at me, I still maintained my daze.

He pointed to his notebook and began to write in it.Immediately afterwards, strong handwriting appeared on my notebook: Do you have any questions?

Magic is so convenient.I sighed in my heart and wrote: What happened yesterday?It doesn't mean that I can release God by catching those lightning bolts, right?

He quickly replied: I think, in fact, the reason why all this happened is that the law ruled that you committed suicide.

... Fuck.

I touched my wrists, waist and knees in horror, and the innocent classmate next to me trembled, "What's wrong, buddy, do you have a gecko on you?"

"I forgot to bring the eraser." I said without blinking, "It's okay."

The classmate, whom I had only met a few times and was not familiar with, pushed the eraser onto my desk, "Thanks." I replied to Yanar while saying, "But I think I'm still alive."

"Obviously you're not alone, because I feel the same way. Presumably you chose to die in this world and then stand here again as our world—yes, as a god."

"...It's even harder for me to accept."

"Why accept it?" Yanar asked, "You want to live as a human being in this life, is that all right? Do you think you love God?"

I love him.

Of course?This is just as it should be, and the moment I saw him, the surging emotions almost swallowed me.

I love him. I use the time I can hardly imagine to confirm, learn, think and grasp this matter. It is a memory that cannot be erased no matter what. I will engrave it on my soul and tell myself to use all the emotions I remember.

How can I really not love him, even if I forget why I love him.

"...If I don't love him, I will firmly believe that I am a straight man."

"So, do it in non-straight human ways, like introduce God to your family."

...that sentence is really an inexplicable joke.

Introducing God to my family, coming out publicly?I don't even know which of these two things I'm going to complain about first.

Or it seems like there is nothing to complain about, even if I go home with a ball of light and tell me that my mother who doesn’t know any Christians and stays on the law of homosexuality is going to come out with the God of the Bible, maybe even Having a lively meal with her, she asked about God's job and income, and then thought about when to have children...

I lay down on the table.

...Suddenly I feel that I am very sorry for talking about this relationship, what should my mother do, I am very anxious to wait online.

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