Chapter 16
Lucifer looked at Yahweh, feeling more and more puzzled by the day as to why Yahweh treated him better and better.
Is he showing mercy to me?
No.
He couldn't see a trace of mercy or pity in Yahweh's eyes, especially when he stared at the other fallen angels who had followed him. Yahweh's gaze was cold and indifferent, without any fluctuations. This stark contrast in attitude made Lucifer try to understand the reason behind it.
"Why?"
"… Because you… weren't…" Wrong.
Yahweh swallowed the words he shouldn't have said and shuddered. Helplessly, he watched Lucifer lick his wound while healing of the dark scars.
Lucifer was willing to heal his old wounds, but not his own heart.
Understanding Yahweh's words, Lucifer grinned maliciously, "I never thought that as an archangel, you would believe that I wasn't wrong."
"Your only fault is being too proud to bow down," Yahweh said, touching Lucifer's chest with his other hand. Underneath the robe, a steady heartbeat conveyed the power of life. But this life had suffered severe damage. If the scars on the heart were not healed, the pain would continue until death.
"Didn't I bow down?"
Lucifer playfully mimicked the gesture of treating Yahweh's arm.
Yahweh shook his head.
He left one thing unsaid.
"Lucifer, don't hurt yourself."
As he released a strand of life energy from his fingertips, Yahweh aimed to fix the scars on Lucifer's heart. Lucifer looked up, his dark eyes were cold.
"There's no point, Yahweh."
This sentence was like a needle piercing into Yahweh's heart — soft, fluffy, yet unbearably painful.
No point.
Because what had happened, had happened, and could not be denied.
As Lucifer broke down a part of the darkness he had consumed today, he noticed that Yahweh seemed lost in thought, as if struck by something. He held the back of Yahweh's neck with his hand, his fingers grasping the silver hair. He kissed him, and rubbed their lips together carefully. Yahweh, who had just undergone healing, was extremely sensitive, and was pushed down on the bed by Lucifer quickly.
Lucifer enjoyed the sweetness brought by the kiss, and Yahweh's rare meekness also gave him a great sense of accomplishment.
Maybe my charm hasn't worn off yet? Lucifer found his own thoughts laughable.
"Yahweh, give me a response," he said to Yahweh who had been passively accepting these affections.
Yahweh's golden eyes stared straight back at him, seemingly filled with one word.
Disdain.
Lucifer's smile stiffened. His palm touched Yahweh's back for the second time, compelling Yahweh to shift his body.
Lucifer, however, didn't easily let go of Yahweh who dared to disdain him.
Get into the clothes, stroking his back.
Although Yahweh did not have the weakness of an angel, this kind of touching still gave him some weird feelings. In order not to let Luci continue, he finally took the initiative in the kiss, imitating the other party's way of responding, Luci's saliva flowing down his throat. Yahweh reluctantly overcame his long-standing obsession with cleanliness.
Lucifer's breath was warm, and his hands slid down his back.
Yahweh opened his eyes wide.
Kneading the soft meat, Lucifer couldn't put it down. His fingers crossed the ravine several times, testing that taboo place.
"Luci!" What Yahweh considers a struggle, to Lucifer, is just a harmless amusement.
"Yahweh, I like you."
Lucifer tried his best to make him feel good, poking his fingers into it.
The knowledge of the bottomless abyss flashed through his mind. Lucifer's eyes were stained with lust, and he took every step carefully, recreating the actions in his dream into reality. It's just that compared to his roughness in the dream, he is more gentle. He doesn't want Yahweh to feel pain. For today, he has waited for several years and exhausted all his patience.
After Yahweh accepted his kiss, he could no longer restrain himself.
"Yahweh."
"Can we be together?"
Luci, looking into these dark pupils that overflowed with warmth and harbored no hatred, faltered for a moment.
Luci.
Luci, who could have stayed in paradise, accompanying him for all eternity.
Lucifer fully displayed his devilish nature by using both gentleness and assertiveness, removing the little clothing that Yahweh had on. The so-called resistance, in Yahweh’s case, was demonstrated vividly. Lucifer early on grasped Yahweh’s soft-hearted character, aiming to win this angel's heart in one move.
Push his legs apart with his knees.
The moment Lucifer finally entered, a cold golden light flashed across Yahweh's pupils.
In the next second, the tingling feeling crushed the spirit that was about to condense.
"Luci, we can't—"
Yahweh wanted to save his precarious integrity, but his fingers were weak, and the act of pushing Lucifer away was more like an embrace.
Lucifer muffled his voice.
The rest of the night was filled with faint sobs and groans.
On the big bed of Satan's bedroom, the black veil-like curtain was half-covered, and a lively and fragrant drama was staged.
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The following day, the fallen angel servant had prepared new clothes and jewelry, entering the sleeping quarters with a respect many times greater than before. After carefully putting down the items, they tiptoed out and shut the door of the sleeping quarters softly.
Upon closing the door, this high-ranking fallen angel attendant couldn't help but wipe off cold sweat from their brow, seemingly able to smell a chaotic scent that accelerates their heartbeat.
Poor Lord Beelzebub must be heartbroken.
The fallen angel servant, covering their flushed cheeks, hurriedly left the area, in an intent to not disturb the king's sweet dreams.
Several hours later...
In the sleeping chamber, Lucifer half-hugged Yahweh's shoulders, trying to pull down the quilt blocking his view. However, no matter how Lucifer attempted to coax him, Yahweh ignored him entirely. He cloaked himself tightly with the quilt, his back to Lucifer, his eyes tightly shut and a hint of color on his otherwise pallid cheeks.
Yahweh absolutely could not accept reality!
"Yahweh, I'll take responsibility," Lucifer murmured, pressing gentle kisses on his cheek.
The last thing he needed was Lucifer's false reassurance!
A part of Yahweh was falling apart. How could he have been so lost in a fog as to form such an atrocious relationship with Lucifer in Hell?
Lucifer did not try to stop Yahweh's recoiling behavior but he glanced at the clothes on the table. He thought of the subordinates who would report on the situation in Hell's various circles today. Remembering too late, he was sure he would be tardy. He decided not to worry about it.
At this moment, Yahweh was the most important concern.
"Yahweh, if you continue to ignore me, I will pull off this blanket."
Silence.
"Yahweh?"
"Please leave, I don't want to see you for now."
"Alright, just call me if you need anything."
Lucifer was remarkably forgiving of his first love. He teased Yahweh and then got up to put on his clothes.
As he turned away, Yahweh looked over at him.
His golden eyes shimmered, betraying his inner turmoil.
The seal within Yahweh began to loosen, with divine power gradually emerging from the depths of his soul. He raised his palm toward Lucifer's back, and golden divine power replaced his disguise of angelic power.
Erase Lucifer's memories.
Only then could he pretend as if nothing had happened.
The Abyss awoke at the critical moment, sensing the divine light that should not have been in Hell.
A deep hum echoed.
The Abyss roared furiously, unleashing a flood of dark power, seeking the source of the divine light.
The Ninth Circle of Hell began to quake.
Lucifer was astonished and stopped putting on his clothes. He quickly set up a barrier of darkness to prevent Yahweh from being corroded by the dark power of the Abyss. His palace was built right above the entrance and exit of the Abyss, and as the Abyss grew agitated, there was inevitably intense shaking.
Yahweh's wrist drooped, looking wilted.
"Yahweh, are you feeling terrible?" Lucifer asked, resenting the disturbance from the Abyss just when he was happy.
Yahweh leaned into Lucifer's embrace and remained silent.
The Abyss's turmoil came quickly and ended quickly. During this time, Yahweh obediently stayed in Lucifer's quarters, accepting his comfort. The Abyss didn't thoroughly search the quarters. It was certain Satan would not hide Yahweh's traces. This hatred is its main reason for recognizing Lucifer as Satan.
After checking all the Ninth Circle of Hell, the ever-dark Abyss became depressed.
Would God really just come and then leave?
It withdrew its power.
The Abyss could not possibly imagine that the God it loathed and wished to devour was showing weakness in Satan's arms.
Once it couldn't sense the Abyss anymore, Yahweh pushed Lucifer away without any sentimentality.
Lucifer, not yet ready to let go, was reluctant to release Yahweh. But footsteps echoed from outside the chamber. "Your Majesty, what just happened?" a voice asked. It was Beelzebub's voice.
Lucifer weighed the scales between Beelzebub and Yahweh. He let go, choosing to deal with his subordinate.
"Yahweh, I'll be back shortly."
Yahweh's expression made it clear he didn't want Lucifer to return.
Lucifer was undeterred, for all of Hell was his territory. Yahweh couldn't escape, even if he returned to Heaven. Lucifer could always take him back to Hell in the next holy war.
Satan ignited his heartless and ruthless nature once more.
Upon leaving the quarters, Lucifer discovered that it wasn't just Beelzebub who had arrived - but also Samael, Asmodeus, and the others. Only Baal, out of all the king-level demons, had attended the meeting today. Other demons were likely still sleeping in their dens — Lucifer always preferred having meetings in the morning.
"It's nothing, just the Abyss having its regular tantrum," Lucifer said nonchalantly, downplaying the seriousness of the situation. He planned to investigate the Abyss later.
"Go back," Lucifer commanded. He was not one for private chats in his quarters. Instead, he headed towards his usual meeting place. The attention of Beelzebub was diverted, so he no longer watched over the quarters. But as his gaze settled on Lucifer, something seemed off.
Today, His Majesty Lucifer appeared to be in high spirits.
As Beelzebub wondered about the source of Satan's joy, Asmodeus nearby noticed something unsettling.
From the remnants of satiety around Lucifer, he deduced there was an issue: His Majesty had already claimed his beloved!
This revelation struck Asmodeus. He froze for a moment before being pulled along by Samael towards the meeting place.
Belial walked in last, eyeing his companions whose expressions seemed oddly different from usual. Baal strolled leisurely along with Leviathan, his arms stacked behind his head. Upon noticing Belial's confusion, he gave away the secret with a simple phrase.
"Isn't it just a broken virgin? Why do you look like you've seen a ghost."
Belial froze.
Beelzebub froze.
Leviathan murmured in bewilderment: "Broken virgin?"
Samael sighed and rubbed his forehead, casting a sideways glance at Asmodeus, whose spirit had suffered a significant blow.
At the front of the group, Lucifer turned around, his voice dangerously calm, "Baal, do you feel I've been too gentle with you?"
Baal shivered. Gentle, my foot!
When you hung me and the other demons up to whip us, did you think of being gentle?
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