Chapter 15
Yahweh watched the gates of Hell get further and further away from him, then he turned his gaze towards Lucifer who was leading him back.
Well, consider it a walk in Hell.
Feeling that Yahweh had genuinely let go of his urgency to leave, Lucifer was in high spirits. His smile surprised all the surrounding demons on their journey. As for their intertwined hands, the grip was neither too forceful nor too weak. It naturally manifested a picture of fingers tightly clasping.
Lucifer relished the atmosphere when Yahweh was by his side — quiet and tranquil, blocking off the noise of the world.
This version of Yahweh reminded him of his past.
Similar, but not the same.
Lucifer was an inseparable part of him, even if he discarded his title it didn't make any difference. Lucifer couldn't deny that whenever he reflected on his past, it was filled with unspeakable pain. However, what Yahweh brought to him was not pain, but a path radiating with light. This path has no shadows, only stark and pure brightness, exposed for him to see.
He loved this silver-haired beauty, who shared an aloofness almost akin to being detached from worldly dust.
Although —
The other party seemed to be oblivious to possessing this particular trait.
Lucifer thought of Yahweh's attitude, where he didn't even bother to glance at common fallen angels and couldn't help but find it amusing. Yet, Yahweh still believed that his temper was quite good.
Stepping onto the stairs leading to the palace, Lucifer watched Yahweh's long hair brushing against the steps under his cloak and pondered for a moment. Yahweh's silver hair perfectly hung to the ground, as beautiful as moonlight. However, with Hell's poor environmental protection, the ground wasn't as spotless as Heaven, hence some inevitable tragedies.
"Yahweh, are you sure you don't want to cut it shorter?"
"..."
Yahweh coldly ignored Lucifer's suggestion.
Cleaning magic solved everything.
Lucifer gently squeezed his hand, signaling his unintentional remark. If Yahweh truly loved his long hair, Lucifer would treat it well. After all, when it cascaded over Yahweh in bed, it created an incredibly beautiful scene.
Shouldn't a bath be the same? Silver hair floating on the water's surface, shimmering.
Lucifer hid a pile of intricate little ideas in his heart. When they returned, he subtly hinted to Yahweh that it was time for a bath.
Yahweh hesitantly held a pile of bathing supplies, his confusion apparent in his eyes.
Didn't cleaning magic make bathing unnecessary? Wasn't it already very clean?
"Yahweh, bathing is an enjoyable experience. You can't solve everything with magic," Lucifer earnestly advised while opening the door for Yahweh, revealing a steaming bath. Black crystal stones paved the floor, smooth and translucent, making Yahweh, who stood barefoot on the ground, appear even more ethereal. The contrast between white and black was remarkably striking.
Lucifer noticed Yahweh's reluctance and traced his waist with his fingers. "Do you need help?"
"No, I can do it myself."
Yahweh stared at him cautiously and became more willing.
Having graciously closed the door for Yahweh, Lucifer left with a silent smile. Just because he couldn't see now didn't mean he wouldn't be able to see in the future.
The silver-haired beauty after the bath emitted a fragrant aroma, with slightly flushed skin softening his icy characteristics, making it particularly tempting for Satan. Lucifer felt that he had raised the bar for the entire Hell. To win over Yahweh's heart, he was even able to restrain such cravings.
Yahweh wore a simple white robe, very loose and thin, easy to pull off.
Of course, Yahweh wouldn't know that.
Lucifer praised the fallen angel attendant's preparations and, as he had done in previous days, wrapped his arms around Yahweh's waist. Yahweh closed his eyes with trust, ready to rest.
Suddenly, Yahweh's body tensed, feeling a hand on his thigh.
A gentle caress.
Yahweh grabbed the hand and scolded, "Lucifer!"
Feeling the fabric-covered skin beneath his palm, Lucifer stopped fooling around and whispered into Yahweh's neck, "Let me touch you, is that okay?" His gentle voice was like the devil's temptation, making people aware of his intentional actions yet unable to blame him.
However, Yahweh was not within the range of being bewitched and calmly said, "No."
Lucifer chuckled and placed his hand back on Yahweh's waist, hugging the beauty who refused him even tighter.
"Sleep now."
He had already taken advantage anyway.
Lucifer was delighted by Yahweh's naivety. Already sleeping together, they were reaching the level of intimacy enjoyed by lovers.
As he sank into dreams, Lucifer's bad memories, which he had been ignoring for some time, surfaced again.
Perhaps because of suppressing his desires everyday, this dream was incredibly vivid and enchanting. The dream involved a tender embrace with a person whose face was vague but chillingly beautiful, and their silver hair was scattered on the bed. All it took for Lucifer was to slightly imagine Yahweh's image, and his heart would race uncontrollably, as if the bottomless abyss was urging his Satan to act against the angel sooner.
Yahweh's beauty was unprecedented, transcending his perception of gender boundaries.
Upon first sight, Lucifer was smitten by him, captivated not only by his appearance but also his aura. This sparked a desire in Lucifer to get to know Yahweh more deeply.
End the day with pleasant dreams.
After waking up, Lucifer found that Yahweh was sleeping on his body, with their bodies touching each other without gaps.
Lucifer took a deep breath and, turning over, pinned down Yahweh, who was lying beneath him.
Startled awake, Yahweh exclaimed, "What are you doing?!"
"Nothing." Lucifer's voice was somewhat hoarse. "Yahweh, I'm feeling a bit uncomfortable."
Yahweh's drowsiness was gone due to the shock.
Lucifer pressed against Yahweh tightly, and the abnormality under his body became obvious. He kissed the corner of the other's lips, "That's it, don't move. I like you the most."
Yawei's cold sweat dripped down, "... Luci, calm down."
Lucifer bit his neck, neither light nor heavy, as if scratching his heart, "Yahweh, do you have me in your heart?"
Yahweh looked at Lucifer's profile, still seeing the silhouette of the shining morning star. Unknown to others, the creator who crafted Lucifer originally poured their heart and soul into this perfect creation. The investment was not only of power, but also of immense affection.
At that time, no other creature existed.
Lucifer, most resembling God among angels, was created in God's own image.
"Do you like me?"
"Yes."
In response to Lucifer's question, Yahweh instinctively gave an answer.
A plain 'yes'. Without any hesitation, unexpectedly straightforward.
A slight vibration was felt in Lucifer's scarred heart. At first, it trembled, gradually transforming into heartrending pain. He suppressed the resurgence of his old pain, dispelled Yahweh's tension in a few words, and by the time Yahweh regained his composure, the unsettling heat had already faded.
Propping up his upper body with his arm, Lucifer's dark hair fell upon Yahweh, creating a form of immense pressure. "Yahweh," he said, "I rarely like something, but I truly like you."
Yahweh gazed with his bottomless golden eyes, so clear that they could illuminate the soul.
Lucifer asked again, "Will you always stay like this?"
Yahweh: "…"
"Did my words put you in a difficult position?" Lucifer, remembering the other's archangel identity, comforted in a low voice, "Whether you return to Heaven or stay in Hell, I won't mind." As the pain intensified to unbearable levels, Lucifer's voice became unstable, "You rest well; I'll step out for a moment."
He got out of bed and quickly left the bedroom.
Yahweh hesitated for a moment and called out, "Luci!"
Lucifer didn't look back.
No matter how many tender words he had, he couldn't utter them in this state. Leaning against the wall, Lucifer pressed his hand to his chest. His heart, within his ribcage, beat rapidly, sending sharp waves of pain, proving it had never completely healed. He had been cast down into Hell by God, his heart shattered. To avoid death, he had to accept the power of the bottomless abyss.
Bitter resentment fueled his fall.
Even though he had reshaped a heart of darkness, scars still lingered.
The pain served as a reminder of his hatred and shame, yet he didn't expect problems would arise today.
Around the corner, Yahweh came rushing, still barefoot on the ground, his silver hair slightly disheveled, dressed in simple white attire. Admiring the angel's demeanor, Lucifer wore his usual frivolous expression, attempting to divert the other's attention, "Yahweh, are you in a hurry to confess your feelings for me?"
Yahweh cut off his musings.
"Luci, is something wrong with your heart?"
"…"
Lucifer looked at him. How would Yahweh know something that nobody else could detect?
Yahweh lifted his hand as if to reach out, but seemed to hesitate over something.
Finally, he looked at Lucifer somewhat guiltily, "Let me check it out. I know some methods of healing."
Lucifer shook his head, "No need."
With that single sentence, Lucifer didn't deny the authenticity of his scars in front of Yahweh.
Yahweh became even more uneasy, speaking softly, "Are they scars left from the Creation celebration? I remember fallen angels could reshape their flesh, even their heart could be remodeled."
Lucifer lifted Yahweh's chin, and Yahweh let him do so with a somewhat stubborn expression.
"The scars are ones I've kept."
So, healing was unnecessary because healing was impossible.
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