Son of the Morning Star

Lucifer tried hard to break the restriction on his palace, and after about an hour, he resentfully decided to give up.

However, he didn't pay too much attention to it. After all, breaking the restriction was just a whim on his mind, and it wasn't something that had to be resolved.

After tidying up his palace, Lucifer turned around and walked out of the palace, using space magic to come to a layer of hell.

Michael had already been waiting there, ready to welcome his arrival.

"Your Highness, your idiot fan didn't follow you to hell?" Michael looked behind him curiously.

"I sneaked out." Lucifer sat down and took a sip from his teacup.

"Oh..." Michael drew his tone, whether it was disappointment or excitement, "His Royal Highness, please make an exchange."

"Swap Nine Heavens and Angels for Nine Hells, Abaddon, and Belial. How about it?"

Michael was a little surprised, but still nodded: "Agreed."

"By the way, there are additional conditions..." Lucifer touched his chin, "Isn't it written in the jihad agreement? The winning side has the right to make a request to the losing side."

Michael felt Lucifer's meaningful gaze, and instantly frowned: "Your Highness, we don't have an appointment!"

"Go back and ask Metatron to make up for your etiquette." Lucifer stared at Michael for a long time with mischief, then slowly looked away, and took out two documents: "Sign it."

Michael took it, browsed quickly, and slowly frowned, he took a deep breath, continued to read, and then showed a look of astonishment.

"Peace?! How is that possible!" Michael's eyes widened, and he looked at Lucifer in disbelief, "Your Highness, are you kidding me?"

"I'm serious." Lucifer looked straight into his eyes and pushed the pen over.

"Your Highness, even if heaven agrees, won't the demons in hell riot?" Michael picked up the pen, still a little worried, "Do you really not consider their opinions?"

"Oh, I'm more of a sexist." Lucifer replied indifferently, "And Belial agreed, and Baal and the others have no brains, so it's useless to ask."

Michael: "..."

Hell is this infighting?

"Okay." Michael picked up a pen, signed the document, and said anxiously, "Your Highness, the demons in hell may riot because of this."

"No." Lucifer smiled, "They really want to go to heaven to meet angels for sex..."

Michael: "..."

Wait, is it too late for me to regret it now?

"Take the angels and prepare to go back to heaven." Lucifer stood up, "I'm also going to take the demons back to hell."

"Yes." Michael saluted habitually, and it took him a while to remember that His Highness already belonged to hell and was no longer his boss.

Sighing helplessly, Michael smoothly suppressed the inexplicable riot from the depths of hell, and prepared to rectify the army.

Ignoring the raging dark power around him, Yahweh unleashed his divine power of light with some displeasure to prevent the dark energy from corroding the soul.

But even with his quicker reflexes, he inevitably picked up some dark energy.

God didn't care.

Anyway, it only takes a few days to be purified by the light divine power on your body, right?

He looked around, searched the surroundings with divine power, and walked in one direction.

After a while, he stopped.

In front of him, something was shining with a golden light, especially conspicuous in the dark abyss.

The author has something to say:

Hahaha I came back alive!

It is said that if you survive a catastrophe, you will have a blessing in the future.