Chapter 9
Yahweh had spent a whole month within a small grove, during which time... the air had been purified to an alarming degree.
There was only light.
There was no darkness, no impurity.
The plants and trees had either evolved or withered. When Lucifer appeared, their precarious existence was then rescued. An element of darkness had been added to the air, invisibly balancing the prevalent light, and giving all earthly plants a vibrant vitality.
Petals bloomed colorfully anew, and timorous sprouts peered out from the earth, taking their first breaths of life.
Life had been nourished almost instantly.
Looking in wonder at the changes around him, Lucifer temporarily forgot why he was there. The environment had always been beautiful and dreamlike, but with the balance of light and darkness, it seemed as though a faint pulse was beating, making the colors of life more vibrant. Once he recovered his senses, Lucifer found Yahweh also admiring the scenery, the edges of his eyes relaxed, a rare tenderness floating in his golden irises.
This trace of gentleness was enough to move all living beings in the world.
Lucifer was no exception.
But he understood that this tenderness was not meant for him, but rather Yahweh's love for life.
"Yahweh." As soon as he heard Lucifer call his name, Yahweh looked sideways to see his view obstructed by the black, elegant fabric, and a pair of arms had appeared around his waist. Lucifer's surprise attack had been successful, and he held Yahweh close, subtly taking in his scent. There were no floral fragrances beloved by angels on Yahweh, only the familiar scent of light that Lucifer knew well.
"Yahweh."
"Hmm?"
"What does your name mean?"
"…"
Yahweh's gaze flickered, and instead of responding verbally, he simply grasped Lucifer's hand and pointed towards the sky.
Lucifer asked curiously, "The sky?"
Yahweh laughed.
A genuinely happy one.
Lucifer touched his cheek and said, "You're not allowed to smile so casually at other angels." He picked up Yahweh and walked toward the sea of flowers.
Yahweh struggled slightly, completely unaccustomed to being held like this.
Speaking gently, Lucifer warned, "If you keep moving, I'll just kiss you. Do you want that?"
Yahweh calmed down.
In his heart, Lucifer checked off the strategy: dealing with an abstinent angel simply required being more shameless.
The sea of flowers stretched endlessly with vibrant colors. It contained delicate flowers from the mortal realm as well as rare species from heaven and hell. Lucifer eventually remembered where the seeds in his storage space came from: some were a small gift from Metatron when he was still an archangel, and others were flower species he sent fallen angels to search for after he arrived in hell.
After settling down in the flower patch, Lucifer did not give Yahweh any chance to separate – he held the silver-haired beauty and started admiring the flowers.
Of course, most of what he admired was the beauty in his arms.
Feeling Lucifer's intense gaze and the heat whispering by his ear, Yahweh eventually understood what it meant to be restless.
"Luci." Yahweh used a nickname.
Lucifer covered Yahweh's mouth, his smile light, but there was displeasure in his eyes, "Don't call me that."
Showing no scared, Yahweh removed his hand and asked, "Why?"
Lucifer chuckled softly and replied, "I hate it. It reminds me of an awful deity."
Yahweh: "…"
There's only one Creator in the whole world—so the awful deity he spoke of was God, no?
The topic of God came up once and then abruptly ended.
Lucifer was unwilling to discuss God with Yahweh. Instead, he focused on displaying his romantic skills. Yahweh had no choice but to accompany him, sitting among the flowers and viewing the scenery. The sun shone on them, casting warmth over everything. The chest behind him blocked his body. As he listened to Lucifer describe the name and origin of each flower, Yahweh felt a strong sense of sleepiness creeping over him – more so than ever before.
Perhaps it was the enchanting nature of Lucifer's voice?
This thought flashed across Jehovah's mind, but he soon relaxed his body and naturally fell asleep.
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Lucifer had spoken tenderly for quite some time only to realize that the person he was talking to had fallen asleep due to his hypnotic voice. One could imagine how he felt.
His charm had decreased again!
No, it was Yahweh who naturally resisted his charm!
"Indeed, I need to continue my research." Lucifer's fingers traced Yahweh's face and collarbone, finding them smooth and delicate. On Yahweh, Lucifer could not spot any signs of imperfection. It was as if after God created Lucifer, he crafted another masterpiece named Yahweh.
He himself wasn't unique.
Lucifer had known this ever since he was cast into hell.
Scoffing at his naive thoughts from back then, Lucifer looked at the beautiful sleeping Yahweh. He hesitated for a moment before gently pressing a kiss to the corner of Yahweh's lips.
He still craved a consensual kiss.
Currently—
"I'll just get by like this, I suppose."
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When Yahweh woke, dusk had set in and floral fragrance filled the air. His golden eyes shifted slightly and saw Lucifer lying beside him. With his eyes half-closed, it was hard to tell if Lucifer had really fallen asleep. His long black hair spread out amidst the flowers, resembling a splendidly winding black serpent.
"Luci." Yahweh playfully prodded Lucifer's cheek. His long fingers curved, just like teasing a cat.
Sadly, Lucifer wasn't a fawning black cat.
The lying king of the fallen angels' eyelashes quivered lightly, revealing a pair of dark pupils. He lifted his arm and grabbed Yahweh's hand that was teasing him. "Yahweh, don't provoke me. I don't like that nickname. Just call me by my full name."
Yahweh responded sincerely, "I like it."
Lucifer: "…"
As if to emphasize his stance, Yahweh leaned in closer to Lucifer's face. His silver hair fell from the side of his ear, looking like crystal sand refracting the moonlight.
"Can I say it since I like it?"
Is it okay?
Lucifer's eyes reflected Yahweh's cold demeanor, as if another voice had said to him many years ago—
[I like this name; do you like it]
[Lucifer.]
"Whatever you want." Lucifer hid his wandering thoughts, his gaze becoming unrestrained. With a pull, he pressed Yahweh, who dared to evoke his memories, beneath him. What had happened in the past was no longer important. Only God once had the right to call him Lucifer, but now he no longer cared about God. It didn't matter if Yahweh called him that too.
Yahweh was unaware of Lucifer's inner thoughts and relaxed his guard after seeing him agree.
And then…
"Luci, you – stop it!"
Yahweh bent his leg, blocking Lucifer's malicious claw, but while the attack was stopped below, he was still assaulted from above. It was the first time his chest had been touched like this, with a hand reaching under his clothes to both rub and pinch. Yahweh was stunned. Lucifer used to be so pure and radiant, a true paragon of Heaven; why, after becoming Lucifer, did he become so lewd?
Had only a few tens of thousands of years in darkness tainted the path of Lucifer?
Lucifer saw the cold gaze of the silver-haired beauty in front of him. He quickly changed his attitude, placing his hands politely on her waist, coaxing, "Did I pinch you too hard?"
Yahweh, annoyed, turned his head away.
Finding this amusing, Lucifer went on to another spot, making sure to be gentle with the part he had pinched red earlier.
"Does it still hurt?" His concern was filled with playful malice.
Yahweh's body shivered, his eyes wide with disbelief. He had never imagined Lucifer would do something like this. Under his furious gaze, Lucifer did not feel that anything was wrong; after all, Hell was filled with far worse behavior, and he had merely learned a simple one.
The tip of his tongue outlined Yahweh's chest, and the place where his teeth were biting has become slightly hard, accompanied by the chaotic heartbeat.
Lucifer jokingly said: "It's hard."
Yahweh looked at him for a while, then said coldly: "If you do this again, I won't see you in the future."
There was a smile in the corner of Lucifer's eyes, and he bit the tip after Yahweh's threat. With the last bite, Yahweh was in pain. A numb and itchy feeling appeared, making him want to rub it, but he didn't dare to touch it under Lucifer's gaze. At this time, Lucifer sat up solemnly, and said seductively: "Yahweh, you can eat me too." "
"No need."
Yahweh couldn't understand the deep meaning of [eat], but he was keenly aware that's not a good idea.
On the way back to Heaven, Yahweh walked hurriedly, leaving Lucifer behind. Lucifer felt sorry for his lover's shyness. As for the idea that one who hasn't made love is not a lover, he automatically ignored it. Compared with pure physical pleasure, he himself values spiritual pleasure more.
As long as he recognizes it, Yahweh is his lover.
"It's delicious." Lucifer licked his lips, smiled meaningfully, and watched Yahweh disappear into the woods.
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Heaven.
Within the ninth crystal heaven, Yahweh has returned to the cathedral, his mood now calmed.
His eyes rest on the divine throne.
Upon it, no deity resides, only the Book of Genesis that is dozing atop the throne.
A golden holy light emanates from this Book of Genesis, producing an orb of light that effectively camouflages his absence. This Book of Genesis is his treasure, accompanying him through countless years of time. At the same time, Yahweh knows of the unreliability of this book. If he were to take it to the mortal world, there's a high probability that it might inadvertently reveal his identity.
Yahweh approaches the only pool located within the cathedral, with golden water acting as a mirror that reflects his image.
Yahweh is no longer Yahweh.
A biting coldness suddenly takes over the golden pupils, divinity replacing any fluctuating emotions.
His divine aura permeates the space.
The cathedral is once again shrouded in a heavy sense of awe.
Roused by the disturbance, the Book of Genesis nervously flies to the side of the silver-haired deity.
The deity grabs hold of the Book of Genesis and flips through it indifferently. As expected, a line of words appears on the empty pages: "God, have you returned?"
Closing the book, the deity murmers to himself, "Nonsense."
If he didn't return by now, Lucifer's feelings for Yahweh might have spiraled out of control. He merely concealed his identity to visit Lucifer, little did he know that Lucifer would harbor other thoughts towards him. This is far more terrifying than if Lucifer were to hate him.
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