Chapter 21
Lucifer pondered why his lover would run away. He surmised that if the emotions weren't strong enough, things that came too easily weren't valued.
Yahweh was an archangel, but he had become a fallen one. Since there were issues on both sides and Lucifer didn't want Yahweh to turn into a completely dark fallen angel, he needed to address Yahweh's psychological blockages. He couldn't let Yahweh always believe that Lucifer was scheming to keep him in Hell. Each time Hell was mentioned, Yahweh would give him an icy glare.
To avoid repelling Yahweh, Lucifer reverted to his strategy of boiling a frog in warm water, keeping their relationship on the level of normal friends, not quite lovers. However, Lucifer didn't forget to add a hint of chili oil into the mix, as a form of punishment.
Yahweh, who had received a metaphorical slap in the face, sulked for quite some time. Lucifer didn't completely indulge him and instead began to slowly let him know what was acceptable and what wasn't. He urged Yahweh to reflect on past actions. Regrettably, Yahweh showed no signs of self-reflection.
This caused Lucifer to raise an eyebrow.
Then he decided to play his trump card: "Yahweh, I want to continue liking you, but if you keep this up, I can't promise I won't continue arranging for the Right of the First Night."
Immediately, ripples stirred in Yahweh's calm, golden eyes and he stared intently at Lucifer.
"You wouldn't dare."
Lucifer's expression remained unchanged, and he spoke with a deep meaning: "What wouldn't I dare to do? For you, I could even go to war with Heaven—"
The imposing coldness of Yahweh came to an abrupt halt.
Go to war...
"Lucifer, can we not fight?" When Yahweh uttered these words, he felt unsure and breathless.
"Heaven caused you to have a miscarriage, and I lost our child," Lucifer said, leaning against a dry tree trunk, holding Yahweh in his arms. Both of them were exceptionally good-looking, the kind of beauty rarely found in the three realms. When they leaned against each other like this, it was picture-perfect. The world around them shone with brilliant sunlight and a sea of flowers—a idyllic and romantic atmosphere.
In the midst of such a carefree afternoon, Lucifer's words followed a natural course, devoid of sorrow and filled with gentleness like flowing water.
If Yahweh had truly miscarried, even the coldest, most unfeeling heart would be touched at this moment.
"..."
Yahweh looked at him with a wooden expression.
"Yahweh?" Lucifer gave him a peck on the cheek, teasingly saying, "Why are you emotionless again?"
Yahweh felt Lucifer's hand roaming over his abdomen. Initially, he had wondered why Lucifer always touched his belly, but now it suddenly dawned on him, Yahweh could only feel an inexplicable, deep pain.
He wasn't pregnant in the first place! Where did the miscarriage come from?
While Lucifer took advantage of the situation and showed concern for Yahweh, Yahweh tried to clear his name: "I didn't have a miscarriage."
The hand resting on his arm suddenly tightened around his waist.
Yahweh felt a slight pain.
Looking into these inscrutable black pupils, Yahweh's heart softened. Lucifer must be upset about his miscarriage, he thought.
Yahweh remembered Lucifer's great fondness for little angels.
Instead of venting his misunderstanding on Yahweh, Lucifer asked hesitantly, "If you didn't miscarry, why did you feel uncomfortable in your stomach after taking the medicine?"
The thought of it made Yahweh uneasy. He turned his head away in slight annoyance. "Is it not because you left that filthy thing inside me?"
Lucifer froze.
What filthy thing?
After realizing what it was, Lucifer gave a wry smile. "I almost forgot. Archangels have a pure spirit and are very sensitive to darkness. They can't be compared to cherubs." In heaven, there might be cherubs breaking the rules, but never an archangel. It didn't mean that if a cherub was fine after mating with a demon, an archangel would be unaffected too.
"Next time I will be more careful." Lucifer seemed relieved and let his hand roam Yahweh's waist.
"There is no—" next time.
The sentence, almost revealed in truth, was swallowed back by Yahweh once again.
In the leaves above, strings of flower buds have somehow already blossomed. Amid a gust of cool breeze, they sprinkled tiny light purple petals all around.
Yahweh savored the fragrance of the flowers and the increasingly close presence of Lucifer. He also discerned the delicate sensation of lips and teeth, and suddenly felt less resistant.
Trembling slightly, his long silver eyelashes fluttered closed.
Lucifer.
The kiss ended. Lucifer looked at Yahweh with his eyes closed and nipped his lips. "Open your eyes."
Bewildered, Yahweh lifted his eyelids.
Immediately, he felt Lucifer's sly intentions.
A pale stream trickled down the corner of his lips, his cheeks flushed from the intimate moment. Yahweh instinctively tried to push Lucifer away, but Lucifer persisted, and their kiss deepened. It wasn't as gentle this time and was akin to a storm sweeping their tongues, demonstrating Lucifer's possessive desire like a true Satan.
There was a big difference between having been intimate before and not. In the past, Yahweh could quell the physical response, yet now he could feel his temperature rising and his heartbeat quickening.
The net result of the passion was a sweet, almost syrupy liquid slipping accidentally into Yahweh's mouth.
His cheeks burned even hotter.
Dizzy.
Why was he unable to clearly see Lucifer?
Lucifer, in the end, was rewarded with a soft and delicate beauty, whose silver hair contrasted with his blush-colored cheeks. His gaze appeared lost and confused.
"Is the effect really that great?" Lucifer poked Yahweh's usually stoic face, which was now visibly affected. Yahweh's stunning, otherworldly face was tinged with blush, resembling a heavenly crystal flower about to bloom. This hint of the flower's beauty attracted countless gazes.
Lucifer happily held his beloved and walked out from under the tree. "There, there, let me take you out to bask in the sunlight."
His arm embraced, with silver hair cascading down onto the flowers.
Utterly long, and utterly beautiful.
Soothed by the sunlight and Lucifer, Yahweh fell asleep.
This time, he didn't wake up in hell feeling terrible. Instead, his eyes were greeted with the mortal world's sky and Lucifer waving something coarse under his nose, making him sneeze.
Yahweh slapped away Lucifer's hand along with the irritant.
Lucifer lowered his gaze to him, revealing a dazzling smile as radiant as a night sky full of stars.
"Yahweh."
A smile like this could bewitch even gods.
"Next time we kiss, don't eat my saliva."
Instantly, all the romance was gone.
Yahweh didn't hesitate to get up from Lucifer's body, stepping over Lucifer's black long hair and leaving the now unlovable Satan behind after he turned black.
Clear and melodious laughter was still coming from behind.
Yahweh began to walk faster, almost running, with his silver hair and white robes billowing gracefully in the wind. He didn't want to be laughed at by the other any longer.
It seemed like a voice whispered at the bottom of his heart—
【You're done for, God.】
As he entered the angel prison, its cold and quiet environment helped him regain his composure.
As he walked past, the phantom in the cell disappeared.
Looking at the bare walls and narrow cells, Yahweh sat on the edge of the bed and decided to learn from the angels, contemplating and sorting out their chaotic thoughts while confined here.
The Book of Genesis found it inexplicable that God seemed to be addicted to confinement.
"What's the matter now?"
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Ever since God went to see Lucifer, it felt like things had been developing in a strange direction.
In Heaven, naturally, no angels knew how many days Yahweh had managed to "escape" the prison. But Lucifer, the type to make resolute decisions once his mind was set, had come up with a plan to avoid Yaheweh's punishment as soon as their secret meeting ended and he returned to Hell. "Beelzebub, go and inform Heaven. Tell them I want to sign the Holy War Agreement again. Next time, have Yahweh come to me."
Beelzebub's face turned pale.
It wasn't just him who was unwilling to carry out this task, but also the current highest leader in Heaven, Michael, who was equally troubled.
Send Yahweh?
Wasn't this a clear act of sending Yahweh to Satan under the disguise of an official business trip?
Gabriel, who was sitting in the position symbolizing the vice-commander of the angelic legion, casually replied while cleaning his nails, "Then let's fight."
Michael glared at the nonchalant Gabriel. "We've barely managed to stabilize the three realms. Intensifying the fight will bring no good to Heaven."
Gabriel retorted, "So, should we let Yahweh be thrown into the tiger's den?"
It was clear that Lucifer had ill intentions!
"Enough." Metatron stopped their squabble. "Let's consult Yahweh first. This could be a chance to lift his confinement. We don't need to imagine the worst. Last time, our God was willing to descend among us, which indicates that he won't ignore the matter between Yahweh and Lucifer."
Michael and Gabriel listened and found some sense in Metatron's words. As long as God was willing to remain a bystander, they suspected that Lucifer wouldn't stir up anything else.
Everyone knew that God hated impurity the most.
In the angel's prison, Yahweh stared at the three archangels who came to see him, speechless.
Had he escaped from Hell just to return?
With guilt, Michael said, "Lucifer is adamant about persuading you to go there and negotiate. We will also send someone to accompany you to share the pressure."
Yahweh hesitated, "…I don't negotiate."
Gabriel interjected quickly, "You don't need to negotiate, just sit by."
Yahweh nodded.
Seeing his agreement, Metatron breathed a sigh of relief and spoke softly, "After solving this matter, we will revoke your confinement, as a way to make up for your past deeds."
To safeguard Yahweh's personal safety, they resolutely decided to send the person who has held the highest grudge value in Heaven for negotiation.
The Messiah, the Holy Son.
At this moment, Messiah, who was currently working on purifying faith's power in a certain level of Heaven, felt a cold shiver run down his spine. He had a premonition: he was about to face another misfortune. Not long after, Messiah, who had been keeping a low profile in Heaven, received an order to go to the Eighth Heaven. He stepped out of the small church he hadn't left for a long time and headed for the Eighth Heaven.
Greeting the archangel, who appeared indifferent, the Holy Son said, "Long time, no see."
The newly made archangel, Uriel, laughed and said, "Not so long, didn't we meet during the Holy War?"
The other archangel, however, didn't say much.
Michael grinned amiably, his foxy tail nearly wagging, clever and innocent, "Messiah, there's a matter where we need your help." He brought forward Yahweh, who was behind him, and said confidently, "This is our new companion, Yahweh. I need you to bring him to Hell to negotiate for Heaven's benefit."
Messiah, generally uninterested in external affairs, was about to treat Yahweh as a regular angel until—
His eyes widened, a hint of shock flashing in his blue irises.
This face—
Thinking that Messiah was startled by Yahweh's resemblance to Lucifer, Michael kindly explained, "He has no connection with him, don't overthink it."
Messiah: "…”
Of course he has nothing to do with Lucifer!
In the face of Messiah's shocked state, Yahweh didn't utter a word, just sweeping over him with an indifferent gaze.
Messiah shut his mouth.
"You go get ready," Michael patted Messiah's shoulder, "After all, it's Hell. Better to be cautious. I will arrange for you some higher-ranking intelligence angels. Once you're done negotiating, come back as soon as possible."
Messiah looked at Michael, who was unaware of the situation.
With this lineup, they could probably… flatten Hell, right?
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Author's Note: Messiah has suffered a critical hit.
Messiah's identity: Heavenly Holy Son
Past identity: Human Adam, father of Cain.
Degree of hatred: S-class
Faction: Heaven
Background of the event: During the Creation Celebration, God asked Lucifer to kneel before Messiah, declaring that the Son of Man was more noble than the angels.
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