[Zhongyingmei] Love Diary of the Prince of Hell

"...Belia." Constantine raised his chin angrily, motioning him to look at the white plain ring on his finger, "isn't this enough?"

"But there are always humans who ignore this ring." Beria's face was full of innocence. Some humans' moral bottom line does not care whether the other party is married or unmarried. Although it will not disturb the two of them, it is still too obtrusive.

"If you have to say it, Beria, your face is much more attractive, right?" Constantine pointed out this big fact.

"I just want to make you like me." Beria said without hesitation.

"Then you've already been recruited." Konstantin's mouth twitched slightly, and he pushed the pre-dinner champagne towards Beria, "So, does a kiss give you a sense of security?"

As he spoke, Constantine grabbed Beria's finger and quickly kissed his fingertips.

Beria curled up his fingers, remained silent for three seconds, and said in a low voice, "What if I don't say enough?"

"I'll say..." Constantine smiled, "Eat your foie gras."

Bella laughed lightly.

The wind chimes at the main entrance sounded, and a guest had arrived.

Constantine glanced at the door. Coincidentally, he was an acquaintance, oh no, an acquaintance.

A flower shop owner is probably the only one who doesn't take off his sunglasses when he enters a restaurant.However, he didn't come alone this time. Walking behind him was a white-haired man who was half his head shorter, wearing a beige long windbreaker and a checked bow tie. He had a slightly round face and a reserved demeanor. They are not all the same as the red-haired shopkeeper in front of him.

It was rare for Constantine to diverge his thinking: It is known that the owner of the red-haired sunglasses shop is a fallen angel, so what about this white-haired man?Wizard, Alien, or Human?

Constantine looked away after taking a look, and the red-haired fallen angel was obviously not the kind of owner who would remember every customer, so he habitually glanced at the restaurant and then focused on the one on the opposite side. On the white-haired man.

Coincidentally, their seats were also booked in the corner of the restaurant, only a wine rack away from Beria and Constantine's seats.

Mr. Anthony J. Crowley, the owner of the new flower shop Elysee in Gotham City... Please ignore the human name and the meaningless letter J that was taken out at that time. Mr. Crowley, the fallen angel, accepted his invitation seriously The white-haired man who came said: "Believe me, the crepes in this restaurant are by no means inferior to those in Paris, and the French sweet bread will definitely be your favorite taste."

"I don't appreciate the devil's taste." The white-haired man sat on the seat with a serious expression, his back straight, and his hands folded on his lap. "However, I am willing to give it a try."

Constantine took Beria's hand, and gestured with his fingertips in Beria's palm.

The staple food hadn't been served yet, and Constantine didn't mind gossiping about it.

He was writing his conjectures to Beria, such as that the white-haired man was a wizard who had a close friendship with the fallen angels.

Beria looked at his human with a face full of incomprehensible words, moved his fingers lightly, and wrote words in Constantine's palm in the same way.

[Not a wizard. ] The Lord of Hell wrote in the palm of the exorcist, 【That is a holy angel of light. 】

Constantine: "..."

Fallen angels and holy angels come to the restaurant to eat crepes?

Constantine stared at Beria full of disbelief, saying that heaven and hell are hostile.

Beria's fingers flicked quickly.

[Places like heaven or hell do not lack maverick rebels, and, Johnny, this is not our world. 】

The shock in Constantine's eyes turned into suspicion. He clenched his fist suddenly, grabbed Beria's fingers, and slowly wrote in his palm: [Honey, explaining too much is like covering up. 】

Beria: "...?"

Constantine touched Beria's face affectionately. He was just shocked at the spectacle of fallen angels and holy angels getting together in this world, but Beria's explanation gave him a kind of... Not to mention that there are such unique, independent, independent, and actionable cases in their world, right?

Beria looked at Constantine and slowly showed a nice smile.

"Ha." Constantine glanced at Beria, moved his fingers lightly, and wrote on the palm of the other party: [The Lord of Hell. 】

When writing "Hell", the l slipped from Beria's palm to his wrist.

Beria tightened his fingers, and half a second later, he decisively pulled Constantine's fingers and kissed him on his knuckles.

At the next table, the conversation between the fallen angel and the holy angel is still going on.

"Angel, you won't be disappointed."

While Beria and Constantine were serving the main course, Crowley's table was serving the pre-dessert.

It's two cups of ice cream, one cup of vanilla and one cup of strawberry.

The two angels with diametrically opposite camps and attributes picked up the cup at the same time, scooped up a scoop of ice cream and put it into their mouths, with expressions of enjoyment on their faces at the same time.

"This is really..." The white-haired holy angel seemed to be thinking of words to comment on this cup of delicious vanilla ice cream, but the red-haired fallen angel next to him had already said, "Fallen."

"Did you know, Aziraphale." Crowley waved the spoon twice like a musician's baton, "every year, countless people blame obesity on this small cup of ice cream , Ha, how ridiculous, if there is an original sin in ice cream, it must be because she is too delicious."

"I can slightly agree with your point of view." The white-haired angel, Aziraphale, the angel of the east gate of heaven, said reservedly.

The corner of Constantine's mouth twitched slightly with his back to them, separated by a wine rack.

Don't tell him that these two angels with different camps are transcendental friendships made by eating ice cream.

The answer... of course not.

After all, when Aziraphale and Crowley first met each other more than 6000 years ago, Adam and Eve had just been kicked out of the Garden of Eden, and the next generation of human beings was still in Eve's belly.At that time, only two human beings were living a life of ruthlessness and drinking blood, and there was no such beautiful and wonderful thing as ice cream.

Crowley used to be one of their angels, but at that time Aziraphale only knew the existence of this angel to him, and when he gradually became friends, it was after Crowley wandered down... No, The so-called "walking down" is Crowley's sophistry, depravity is depravity, he can't be misled by that hateful fallen angel!

Now, this fallen angel still wants to pull him into an evil alliance. As a messenger of God, he absolutely cannot, absolutely cannot...

"Salted salmon fillets with dill sauce, one of the signatures of this Michelin three-star restaurant." Crowley was as enthusiastic as a waiter who had performed exceptionally well in the restaurant, and his words and deeds were extremely attentive, "I know you like this, eat more, Angel."

Aziraphale nodded reservedly. The moment the salmon fillet entered his mouth, he couldn't help showing a happy expression with the incomparably delicious taste.

However, the next moment, he heard Crowley on the opposite side say: "When the apocalypse is over, you won't be able to eat any more."

Aziraphale: "…"

The delicious salmon fillet in your mouth lost its taste in an instant.

"Crowley!"

"Have a glass of Conmandi Casa Satu, I remember you like red wine very much."

The red wine exuding the aroma of roses was placed in front of him, and Aziraphale hesitated for half a second between continuing to eat and shaking hands with Crowley, and decisively chose the former.

After taking a sip of the wine, Aziraphale narrowed his eyes slightly, nodded and said, "Very high-quality red wine, but the vintage is a bit off. I have a few bottles of very good Châteauneuf du Pope dry red. When I was in 1921 There are more than a dozen boxes."

Speaking of this, Aziraphale's tone was already a little smug.Although decades have passed, his dozens of boxes of Châteauneuf du Pope dry red have been reduced to a few bottles, but they are still fine wines and cannot be refuted.

"I suggest you keep those red wines well hidden." Crowley wore sunglasses with a malicious smile on his face, and there were demon horns dangling on his head—although Aziraphale knew clearly , the guy on the other side doesn't have devil's horns at all - he said in an "I'm doing it for your own good" tone, "I remember heaven doesn't like red wine very much? Oh, and single malt whiskey, oh , and cocktails. Heaven, heaven, heaven without wine, where you can only drink unfermented grape juice, right?"

Aziraphale: "…"

The mellow and strong wine that slid into the throat immediately began to bitter.

Aziraphale's teeth clenched together hard.He glared at Crowley, wanting to get angry, but this is a restaurant, a public place, and this angel who has been sent by heaven since Adam and Eve was expelled from the Garden of Eden almost permanently on earth can't learn from the casualness of the fallen guy opposite, In terms of etiquette requirements, he is more fluffy than human beings themselves, and he is completely unable to do things like roaring in public.

Aziraphale took a deep breath, put the wine glass on the dining table restraintly, and his lowered voice was full of vigilance and anger towards Crowley: "Crowley, you stinky devil, stop your Evil calculations. I will not help you, I will never help you, we are enemies, remember, enemies!"

Konstantin, who had his back to Crowley and Aziraphale, almost had a knife accident while cutting the steak, the corners of his mouth twitched and he couldn't help rolling his eyes.

——Angel, the tone of your words really doesn't sound like you're treating an enemy.

However, the conversation between the two lowered their voices, allowing Constantine to discover some important information, such as the apocalypse.

Are heaven and hell ready to go to war in this world?

Beria, opposite Constantine, lowered his eyebrows and pleasing to the eye, silently scooped up a spoonful of tuna and seafood soup, drinking the soup with extremely elegant movements, like a beautiful picture scroll.

Facing Aziraphale's anger, Crowley suddenly raised a finger and made a "shh" gesture to Aziraphale.

"Listen, Aziraphale, it's Mozart," Crowley said, referring to the light music playing on the vintage gramophone of the Michelin-starred restaurant.

The anger on Aziraphale's face immediately froze. It seemed inappropriate for him to pursue Crowley's verbal seduction in front of such delicious food and classic repertoire.

What is Crowley?

He is a fallen angel and a demon, and it is his job to lure the fallen, and the relationship between them is not that good, no!

Aziraphale reluctantly put his emotions on enjoying the music, he nodded slightly, and echoed: "It's Mozart's Piano Sonata in C major, very beautiful..."

However, at the next moment, he heard Crowley say unwaveringly: "You should save more records. If heaven really defeats hell in the end, you will only have "The Sound of Music" in the rest of your eternal life. No more Mozart, no more Beethoven, no more Bachs, since your boss loves that "Sound of Music" thing."

Aziraphale gritted his teeth, Crowley the bastard, what the hell are you talking about!

After a while, the white-haired angel said stiffly: "Tell me about your evil plan, and I must declare in advance that I cannot interfere with the plan of the higher-ups."

Crowley grinned triumphantly.

Beria smiled elegantly and self-confidently throughout the whole process, and she couldn't see the little storm in her heart at all.

What can he say?

He should have known earlier that holy angels who can make friends with fallen angels who threaten even plants are probably not serious angels.As for whether they have worked together to lower the style of the entire angel, please, this is something the creator god of this world needs to consider, and he is not the original angel of this world.

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Constantine: You hell and heaven...

Beria: Not us, Johnny my dear, this is not our world, remember?I have nothing to do with the hell of this world! ! !I don't know why this fallen angel got mixed up with the holy angel.

Crowley: Would you believe me if I said I was talking about collaborations?

Aziraphale: Shut up, you stinking devil, I'm not going to cooperate with you - it's just a meal, understand, it's just a meal, and it's his kind of treat, the kind that you don't eat for nothing!

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In the play, Crowley actually eats strawberry-flavored popsicles hhh here is eating ice cream together in a restaurant, and the king of hell and the exorcist from another world are watching~