"Yahweh, how did you get hurt?"
Lucifer scrutinized the arm intently, surprise flashing in his eyes, ".... Is this the power of darkness?"
Yahweh remained silent.
Lucifer was at a loss for words regarding Yahweh's temperament - not talking even when injured, not expressing pain, only asking a few questions out of curiosity. Even in Heaven, higher-ranking angels might not be all things to all people, but at the very least, they knew how to engage in conversation - otherwise, how could there be so many believers in God?
Lucifer led Yahweh to sit on a stone-carved chair nearby, indirectly asking: "Do you have friends in Heaven?"
Yahweh once again slowly shook his head.
Friends, what is that?
Yahweh seriously pondered the definition of a friend. The only creature qualified to befriend him, he had killed, surmising that the remaining consciousness still harbored hatred for him. This scar was the last "gift" left to him by that creature, causing permanent damage to his body.
So, this is why he despised the darkness...
Suddenly, Yahweh's expression blanked, his golden pupils could see nothing but Lucifer lowering his head, gently touching his arm with his lips. The power of darkness attached to his arm was carefully sucked out by Satan, the source of all darkness in this world, making the trace of the injury fade slowly.
The hate that wraps around the body, the repulsion coming from the soul, and the torment under the endless passage of time... all dissolve away.
What's left behind...
...is a different kind of deception.
Yahweh silently looks at Lucifer, then hesitates before reaching out his hand, gently stroking his incredibly smooth black hair.
As expected, Lucifer stops him, not allowing him to carry on touching.
"Yahweh," Lucifer retorts, catching a lock of silver hair. He raises his head and laughs, blossoming like a hundred flowers, "If you keep messing around, I won't be polite anymore."
Yahweh calmly responds, "What can you do?"
Lucifer grabbed his wrist and bit his arm directly.
Yahweh's body tensed up immediately.
Then he soothed the pain with his soft lips, and licked the ugly scorched marks with the tip of his tongue, the water marks were ambiguous and explicit. Another strange stimulation and pain came from the arm. The itching was unbearable, Yahweh wanted to refuse, but Lucifer didn't give him a chance to interrupt. The fallen angel put his arms around his waist, and pressed the silver-haired beauty he liked on the chair.
Yahweh groaned, followed by a tingling on his shoulders.
Lucifer kissed from arm to arm all the way, and then pulled off the robe on his shoulders, covering half of his body with delicate kisses.
When he was about to kiss Yahweh's lips, Yahweh turned his face sideways and blocked Lucifer with his hands. Lucifer was not discouraged, and gently kissed his cheek, the tip of his nose, and those bright golden eyes. Even though Yahweh's eyes were closed, he still lifted the tip of his tongue and swept across a beautiful golden pupil.
The techniques documented in the book were flawlessly tested in reality by Lucifer, but it's just a shame that Yahweh wasn't very cooperative. There was only so much he could do.
"Yahweh."
He enticed the other party, hoping they would reveal their true face.
The silver-haired beauty in her arms was disheveled, with hickey marks on his cheeks, neck, and collarbone. If he didn't continue in such a situation, he undoubtedly would feel frustrated in the days to come. Lucifer approached the corner of Yahweh's lips, and the aggressive breath gradually became stronger, and Yahweh was no longer able to dodge.
If he were to refuse, would Lucifer return to capitalizing on the right of the first night?
Touched by those filthy demons?
For the first time, Yahweh feels the repercussions of bringing trouble upon himself. With no other alternative, he begrudgingly shrugged off, "I have to leave."
Lucifer barely kissed the corner of his lips, and said with a half-smile: "I can let you go, but I'm afraid you won't come back after you leave."
Sliding his hand on Yahweh's chest, feeling his heartbeat, "Give me a little guarantee, Yahweh, you can't make me wait forever, I've already been waiting for more than a year."
Yahweh was at a loss for words.
"It's just one year; do you know how many years you've lived already?!"
Lucifer said cunningly: "One kiss, if you agree, I will let you go."
Yahweh: "..."
In the end, Lucifer's wish still didn't come true. Yahweh only kissed him on the brow, a simple kiss that dispersed all the flirtatiousness and ambiguity.
Lucifer couldn't help but find it exceptionally detestable.
Even though he didn't refuse, didn't resist, Yahweh still wouldn't let him have a single kiss!
Was this a game of deliberately releasing someone to capture them later?
"I'll take you back to Heaven." Lucifer gently touched his forehead, stood up from his seat, and stopped tormenting Yahweh.
But Yahweh felt unnerved and short of breath under his ceaseless protection. He tried to explain earnestly, "I'm safe, you don't need to accompany me."
Lucifer pressed his finger against Yahweh's lips, "Don't worry, I won't let the angels discover me. Just let me fulfill my obligations," he said.
Yahweh remained expressionless - what obligations could you possibly have?
Left with no alternatives, Yahweh had just finished fixing his appearance when he was lifted by Lucifer, his fallen wings unfurling. Lucifer chuckled lightheartedly, "You're so light." His feet lifted off and, with Yahweh, they arrived at the heavenly stairway.
As Yahweh walked towards heaven, he looked back every three steps, hoping for Lucifer to leave quickly.
Yet there Lucifer was, at the bottom of the heavenly stairs, standing unchangingly with a smile, watching Yahweh ascend towards heaven.
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At the Gates of Heaven.
Several guardian angels were stunned, in a daze, watching this unfamiliar silver-haired man appear before their eyes. His indifferent demeanor reminded them of the esteemed Archangel, and his perfect, breathtaking countenance reminded them of a being considered taboo.
Who was he?
Why did he look so much like Lucifer from back in the day?
Ignoring their shock and stupor, Yahweh stepped into heaven. It was not until then that the gaze haunting him finally disappeared.
Before more angels took notice of him, Yahweh briskly walked toward the transfer circle of the first heaven layer.
His destination—
The ninth heaven, the Crystal Sky.
That day, heaven was all abuzz with the news. A mysterious angel appeared out of nowhere, looking strikingly similar to Lucifer!
The guards responsible for the Gates of Heaven were extremely self-reproaching. Without any inspection, they let in an unknown being! This incident alarmed even Michael and Metatron of the eighth-layer Starry Sky Heaven. Michael, intrigued, said, "How could he just vanish with no trace? Didn't he head to the transfer circle?"
Metatron replied, "Call the guards of all the heavens' transfer circles and check the records for today."
After an hour or two of scouring the large volume of transfer records, an obviously abnormal destination appeared— the ninth heaven, the Crystal Sky.
Michael looked at Metatron, the Prime Minister of Heaven, "Did any seraphim go to the Crystal Sky today?"
Nine layers of heaven, each with a formidable atmospheric pressure and intense divine light. The higher they go, the greater the pressure. Angels without sufficient strength would struggle to move. The most powerful of all is the ninth heaven, the Crystal Sky — the residence of the creator god and the pinnacle of the entire world.
Even the highest-ranking Archangel cannot stay there for an extended period.
After individually questioning Michael, the other four Seraphim in Heaven shook their heads one after another, saying that they had never been to the Crystal Heaven.
Metatron frowned and said, "Michael, I haven't received any divine message regarding this." If a new archangel were born, God would surely notify him, but up to now, he hadn't heard any news from the Little Holy Pool nor seen even a shadow of the new archangel.
Michael and Metatron looked at each other with confusion.
Seeing their puzzled expressions, Gabriel couldn't help but laugh. "Why not just go and ask God directly?"
Why take the long way around and wrack your brains when there's a shortcut? Isn't that silly?
Arriving in the ninth Heaven, they found a pure white temple standing at the center - the Grand Cathedral.
In general, God was quite tolerant of the angels and would grant permissions to those who wanted to see Him.
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Once inside the grand cathedral where the divine beings resided, the archangels took their respective positions according to their status. Gabriel stood to the left of the throne, Michael to the right, Metatron at the first spot below the stairs, with the newly promoted Raphael and Uriel standing behind him.
Metatron gently lifted his gaze – the spot before him, closest to the throne, once belonged to a beautiful, blonde angel.
Since his fall from grace, Heaven no longer had an angel who could command such a position.
Michael's clear and pleasant voice interrupted Metatron's melancholy. "My Lord, the guardians of Heaven report an unknown angel at the gate—silver hair, gold eyes, strikingly similar to Luc..." Michael promptly cut off his inadvertent descriptor, clearing his throat with a clenched fist. "Quite beautiful. Is he our new companion, perhaps?"
Metatron, Gabriel, Raphael and Uriel, the four archangels, all eagerly set their eyes on God.
Adding another archangel would certainly increase Heaven's chances of victory in the holy war.
At the focus of their gaze, a golden halo obscured the sight of the Seraphim. All they could see was an opaque figure of God sitting upon the throne, almost too unclear to discern whether God possessed a body like that of an angel.
After a moment, God spoke in the familiar, gentle voice that sounded just like a father. "You'll be able to see him in a while."
Michael, wearing a broad smile, curiously asked, "What's the name of this archangel?"
God replied, "The angel of charm, Haniel."
With their questions answered, the Seraphim dared not disturb God any further and one by one, bowed out. Silence fell over the grand cathedral, the throne standing solitary and majestic in the vast hall. The only disturbance was the rings of ripples fanning out on the Great Holy Pool, as though reflecting God's unrest.
Beneath the golden glow, a pair of golden eyes that could scorch souls seemed to gaze into the distance.
His gaze was neither focused on Heaven, nor the mortal world.
God was looking at Hell.
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On returning to Hell, the first declaration Lucifer made was the temporary lifting of the 'right of the first night.' (Note: This term has been mentioned before, but I just realized that some people may not know what it actually is. It's very similar to droit du seigneur.)
The second?
"I have a lover now." Satan gleefully revealed this to his subordinates.
In just a single day, Satan shattered countless hearts that had harbored admiration for him.
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