The Entirety Of Hell Knows That Satan Has A Lover - Chapter 6

 

After a few months of not visiting the mortal realm, Lucifer couldn't help but feel that something was amiss. 

The flower meadow he had created was still there, and the small grove of trees remained intact. However, the once deep brown earth had turned lighter in color. Everything that leaned towards dark hues now had a radiant and ethereal glow. The entire grove and meadow were bathed in this light, appearing dreamlike, pure, and unbelievably beautiful.

"This penchant for light..." Lucifer furrowed his brow.

Had Yahweh been brainwashed by God?

In Lucifer's understanding, only God had a liking for shiny, golden objects. That's why the dragons, created by God, had an insatiable love for sparkling gold and silver jewelry. Now, Yahweh seemed to share the same preference. This made Lucifer ponder deeply if God's old habits were resurfacing, extending His preferences to the angels.

Lucifer wandered around, but he couldn't sense the pure aura of light from Yahweh. It seemed that the other hadn't arrived yet.

After some contemplation, he decided to proceed with the next plan before Yahweh appeared.

As the Demon King.

He had to take the initiative.

Intermittently, a non-malicious demonic energy would appear in this desolate yet beautiful place, adding a touch of danger to the atmosphere. Small creatures in the mortal realm cowered in their nests, while birds flew away from the forest, instinctively fearing Lucifer's presence.

When Yahweh arrived and glanced briefly at the pitiful fledgling on a branch, they knew that Lucifer had already come.

Silence fell upon the forest.

The aura of fallen angels and demons is similar and is never liked by living beings.

Yahweh knew that there were records in heaven before they were deleted. The first Archangel Lucifer was loved by the creatures of the world. Wherever he appeared, flowers bloomed for him, birds sang for him, and sunlight covered the path ahead, offering him all the beauty in the hope that he would find happiness.

He also knew that all of this had been destroyed thousands of years ago.

Destroyed by the hand of God.

Yahweh concealed the expression in his golden eyes and walked towards the place with the strongest demonic energy.

However, before he saw Lucifer's figure, he saw a layer of mist permeating the air.

Is it a hot spring?

Yahweh paid little attention as he stepped on the cobblestones, the slippery ground having no effect on him. His robe brushed against the damp cobblestones, and unnoticed, the mist climbed up the hem of his robe. When Yahweh appeared by the hot spring, his silver hair and garment were considerably wet, but he had no intention of drying them. Instead, he gazed at a certain demon king who was currently soaking in the hot spring.

Yahweh lowered his head and saw the discarded clothes at his feet.

"Yahweh," Lucifer said when he saw him, reflexively displaying a seductive and dominating smile. He was completely naked, the hot spring moisturizing his skin. His pitch-black hair floated like seaweed, covering about seventy to eighty percent of his languid, naked body beneath the water's surface.

Hidden yet alluring, elegant yet not vulgar, that is Lucifer's intention.

He wants to see this pure angel blush.

But...

Yahweh looked at him expressionlessly, his golden eyes showing no surprise or reaction.

As if saying, "What are you up to?"

Lucifer deleted one of his plans in his heart, smiling as he stood up straight from the water, the sound of water splashing, and a faint heat radiating from his body.

He walked towards the shore, but Yahweh stood his ground without backing down, seemingly wanting to see what Lucifer would do next. Lucifer was a bit frustrated because if Yahweh didn't move aside, he wouldn't be able to go ashore and put on his clothes. He didn't have a hidden preference for exposure, but he was directly teasing Yahweh because he wanted to try something new.

"Yahweh, I need to put on some clothes."

"Mm."

Yahweh calmly responded,

Lucifer looked at the angel who hadn't left with a rather subtle expression. Even the thickest-skinned demon wouldn't be this calm at the moment. When Yahweh noticed that Lucifer was still staring at him, he hesitated for a moment and picked up the clothes from the ground, handing them to him. "Here you go."

Lucifer understood.

Yahweh didn't even have this awareness, completely oblivious.

If this angel doesn't get seduced, then what's the point of being the Demon King? Lucifer decisively walked out of the water, not giving Yahweh any time to think, and embraced him directly. His lips brushed gently against Yahweh's earlobe, "Help me get dressed, Yahweh."

This time Yahweh's body stiffened.

H-How do I dress?

His hand was just in the position of handing something over, but now it was forcefully held, and his palm unavoidably pressed against Lucifer's bare chest.

Yahweh opened his mouth, wanting to speak, but hesitated.

Lucifer wished for his hesitation and smiled again, saying, "Yahweh, hurry up."

Time seemed to freeze in this moment. Yahweh felt more and more moisture seeping into his clothes, and his earlobes became itchy, enveloped in the warm breath expelled by Lucifer. He lowered his eyelids, moved his fingers away from Lucifer's chest, and awkwardly and hesitantly draped the clothes over Lucifer from behind.

The belt was also fastened, tied in a tight knot.

The meaning is to ask him not to undress casually.

Lucifer pretended not to see and took the opportunity to touch Yahweh's waist and back, focusing on the sensitive area at the base of the angel's wings.

He rubbed and pressed a few times, but Lucifer noticed that Yahweh had no reaction at all.

How is that possible!

Instead, Yahweh asked in confusion, "What are you doing?"

Lucifer squinted his eyes and tentatively asked, "Didn't God give you wings when He created you?"

Yahweh paused for a moment, then understood what Lucifer meant. The wings are the most powerful and vulnerable part of an angel. While they can usually be retracted into the body, the base of the wings is extremely sensitive and should not be touched casually.

Lucifer's doubt arose as he realized he had not seen the other person fly with wings.

However, this moment of uncertainty did not last long as Yahweh, being held in his arms, slowly leaned closer, and his tense body softened.

Lucifer: "..."

Is this what they call being slow on the uptake?

"You have the Light Wings or the Golden Wings?" Lucifer asked again, still unsure.

Yahweh remained silent, leaning calmly against his shoulder. If Lucifer caressed his back, Yahweh would tremble ever so slightly.

Hmm, very slowly.

Lucifer couldn't help but say, "You know, someone who doesn't know better would think you're pretending to be an angel."

Although he said that, he refrained from touching that area again.

With such a strong aura of radiance, Lucifer realized that only an archangel could possess it. He let go of these meaningless musings and held the silver-haired beauty in his arms, saying, "Have you missed me these past few days? For you, I've pushed aside all matters concerning the 'right of the first night.'"

Yahweh blinked his golden eyes in a place Lucifer couldn't see, a glint of coldness in their depths.

"The right of the first night?"

"Don't worry, with you, I won't need those demons and fallen angels." Lucifer studied the sweet words he read in books, his arm encircling Yahweh's waist, increasingly convinced that this angel must have feelings for him. Otherwise, why would he care so much about the right of the first night?

"So, with me, you won't pursue the right of the first night?"

Yahweh raised his head, his gaze clear and transparent, shining with a message: "Don't engage in such impure acts."

Lucifer, who had only been trying to coax the angel, instinctively responded, "They're all inferior to you."

After saying that, Lucifer fell silent.

He could never elevate an angel above his own kind, no matter how beautiful Yahweh was or how much he liked his personality.

Yahweh, seemingly oblivious to his hypocrisy, smiled lightly, "As long as it's sincere, that's all that matters."

The ephemeral smile shattered Lucifer's lies.

In that instant.

He truly felt that in the nine layers of hell, no, in the entire three realms, there couldn't be a second being that could compare to Yahweh.

Lucifer realized he had gone too far.

Just as he was about to let go, Lucifer noticed a slight movement in Yahweh's eyebrows, a fleeting expression of pain.

"What's wrong?" Lucifer held onto his arm, which he had almost withdrawn.

Pulling up the sleeve, Lucifer was astonished to see a dark scar on Yahweh's arm, like a burn, radiating a powerful darkness.

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