Who is the scumbag, His Royal Highness

The three angels looked at me and I looked at you, and finally sighed together.

Lucifer: "I think what the baby said is not quite right."

The matter of mother alone is very unreliable.

In the entire heaven, he knew only one woman, Beria.After he woke up, he hardly had any contact with Beria, where is his mother?

Raphael also nodded hesitantly: "The baby is too young, maybe he can't tell these things clearly... Well, before he recognized His Highness as Dad so quickly, I thought he would be smarter than ordinary angel cubs ... After all, His Highness's baby awakened consciousness much earlier than ordinary angels."

Lucifer rubbed his stomach in embarrassment, lowered his voice and said: "Be quiet, he can understand."

Raphael also lowered his voice a bit, and replied in a breathy voice: "It's okay, the baby is asleep, so I can't hear you."

That's right, the little angel cub who was still in the eggshell cried and flirted with his father for a while, and then fell asleep again.

Moreover, it was almost a second sleep.

Lucifer moved his body, frowned: "Why do you suddenly start to feel drowsy... There won't be any problem, right?"

Obviously before it was still very lively, and the eggshell would bend and bend according to the mood, but today it is not very energetic.

On the side of the bed, half of the power of the Holy Light was eaten by the baby, and Michael, who had been leaning on the bedside and rubbing his temples since just now, couldn't help but ask, "Could it be that I ate too much and need sleep to help digestion? "

It was rare for Lucifer not to quarrel with him this time, but to caress the little guy in his stomach with a worried expression on his face.

The baby is a bright creature, but as a mother, he has no way of perceiving its state at all times, and Michael has to do the feeding for him...

How can there be such a...

I feel that apart from borrowing my own birth cocoon, the baby is not my own.

Uh, even if you think about it carefully...

The baby is indeed not his.

but……

"I still want to go back to heaven..."

The angel lowered his eyes and looked down at his stomach.

Wronged: "Can I ask Him... It's not my fault at all, why should I bear the burden."

The other two angels present fell silent.

Lucifer is not an angel who doesn't understand anything, just by looking at their reactions.

Immediately, the entire angel became very disappointed: "Is He still unwilling to listen to anything related to me..."

A soft sigh sounded in the quiet room.

Then, it turned into a low inhalation sound...

……

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God was kicked out of the door, and the entire bedroom was double-reinforced by Michael and Lucifer with barriers. Even He did not dare to use his consciousness easily, for fear that the sensitive angel would notice.

I had to wait outside obediently.

Metatron reported to him what had just happened in heaven, then went to deal with the damage to the palace and left in a hurry.

So, in the quiet corridor, only God himself remained, guarding the door alone.

After an unknown amount of time, the door opened.

Michael and Raphael came out together, followed by an angel with black hair and black eyes.

I don't know what they were talking about inside, the angel's eyes and nose were a little red, and he spoke with a soft nasal voice.

"Your Highness, we'll go back to heaven first, and we'll see you next time." Raphael held his hand and frowned.

The angel sniffed, gave a low "um", and sent them to the yard in silence.

It wasn't until Michael and Raphael spread their wings together and flew to the sky above the palace that they almost forgot that Lucifer slowly closed his eyes and walked back slowly.

The courtyard that Metatron arranged for Lucy was very beautiful.

There is a clear pool connected to the holy spring, and the side of the pool is full of human flowers.

The tall umbrella pine rose from the ground, covering most of the sunlight in the yard.

Two thick hemp ropes were drawn from the branches to make a delicate and beautiful swing.

Lucifer sat cross-legged on the thousands of feet, staring at the rushing water in a daze.

Looking at it, there is a tendency to store water in the eyes.

The angel probably didn't want to lose face in front of God, an "outsider", so he quickly blinked back his tears.

Then secretly, wiped it in the corner of the eye.

God hesitated for a moment, then walked in front of Lucifer in two or three steps.

"Why are you crying? Is it z... Is your stomach uncomfortable again?"

After the tall "Demon Race" came over, he half-kneeled in front of him on one knee.

The man's chin was raised slightly, and the mottled tree shadows were reflected in his deep eyes, as well as... the angel himself sitting on the swing.

Lucifer was startled, quickly turned his head, and said softly: "No."

However, I felt even more wronged in my heart.

Even a strange demon knows to care about him...

The god who held him in the palm of his hand since he was a child has always ignored him.

The angel blinked, and couldn't help crying again.

He was about to raise his hand to wipe it, when the "Demon Race" in front of him suddenly approached, and put his finger on the corner of his eye first.

"Don't cry."

Said in a deep voice.

The cool fingertips gently wiped the corners of his eyes.

Then, a warm palm touched his cheek.

"You can tell me where you feel uncomfortable or unhappy." The man's gentle voice sounded slowly, even his eyes were gentle: "I promise I won't tell anyone."

Lucifer opened his mouth, tears leaked from the corners of his eyes again.

He lowered his head and his eyes fell on his lower abdomen...

After a while, he said: "I... I just feel very sad... very wronged..."

"How could He treat me like this..."

How could he be thrown into hell as an angel, and he was pregnant with a baby...

"I really, really work hard... I work hard every day."

Pregnant with a baby is very hard, but being confined here is also very hard...

The little cub in my stomach is sad, she can cry and act like a baby, and as long as she acts like a baby, she can have a hug...

But he himself didn't even know who to tell when he was sad.

The angel whimpered and complained, and God's hand on his cheek froze.

He looked at the angel's wet eyelashes and closed his eyes in pain.

"It's w...it's his fault."

"You feel unhappy, I will scold him with you, okay?"

After speaking, he took the angel's soft white hand, put it on his lap, and stroked it gently.

"If you are still sad, you can treat me as him and hit me a few times?"

The way he spoke was too serious, the angel couldn't hold back, and was amused with a "poof".

"Why do you want to hit you... I don't have a habit of hitting people at will."

Halfway through, he paused again.

The jet-black eyes swept a large circle back and forth across his body.

Then he showed a surprised expression:

"Huh...? I didn't realize before that you really look a little like His figure."

"Hmm...the eyebrows and eyes seem to be...?"

Every time the angel spoke a word, God's body stiffened a little.

He is like a judged soul, awaiting a final verdict.

A heart is mentioned in the mouth of the throat.

Fortunately...

As the angel talked, he completely denied himself.

"But you are definitely not him... He hates the dark race the most."

God let out a long sigh of relief...

Fortunately, it was not recognized.

The next moment, I heard the angel muttering to himself: "That's right, He hates the dark race the most, and he also hates me the most."

The angel who had just been coaxed, said a few words, and then said his emotions and called back.

"no!"

God quickly refuted.

Seeing the angel's slightly dazed eyes, he realized what he had said.

He was busy making up for it: "I mean... you are so good, there will be no living beings who don't like you."

"I just like it."

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