Chapter 25
In matters of love, it takes two to tango.
Lately, the Book of Genesis has been feeling quite melancholic. It's witnessing God's heart being drawn towards Lucifer and doesn't even care that the Messiah knows about their ambiguous relationship. The Book of Genesis realized that God's infatuation phase has arrived, and no one can stop it. In order not to let its master be at a disadvantage, the Book of Genesis boldly stuffed God with knowledge, educating him about all the things that were once considered filthy and dirty.
This behavior directly caused God's face to turn pale, and the temperature within the cathedral rapidly plummeted.
The silver-haired deity lifted his hand, intending to tear the immoral book apart. As his fingers gathered divine power, when he gently placed his hand on the trembling Book of Genesis, his movement became much softer.
"Don't worry about such trivial matters."
"Lucifer can't harm me, and no one in this world can possibly harm me."
Upon feeling the loving touch of its master, the Book of Genesis is flattered. However, as it has seen more than the recently awakened God, it knows the truth deep down: "Only you can hurt yourself, but you've already handed your weakness over to Lucifer."
As the silver-haired deity puts down the Book of Genesis and goes to meet with Lucifer again, the Book of Creation sighed from the bottom of its heart, "Law, can they have a fruitful outcome by doing this?"
Law didn't respond to such a trivial question.
As long as a deity remains a deity, nothing is impossible.
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The earthly wind blew through the forest, spring gave way to autumn, and the snow of winter melted in the sea of flowers once again, nurturing the beings they protect. Gradually, the vibrant breath of recovering lives burst forth from the earth. It is the ninth year since Lucifer met Yahweh.
Their first meeting was also in the heart-lifting springtime.
Lucifer savors the cycle of seasons in the mortal realm. Neither Hell nor Heaven has such climate change, and only the mortal world has weather that alters with unexpected speed, leading to the death of many fragile creatures. In his past self's eyes, he would merely pity these fallen beings instead of exploring the rationale of life and death.
He yearns to become stronger, until he breaches the boundaries of creation. These are all the problems he must ponder after his fall from Heaven.
The state of the mortal realm... might as well be regarded as a balance.
The survival of the fittest in Hell, the decay of war in Heaven, the unpredictability of the four seasons on Earth.
Suddenly, Lucifer stretched out his hand to catch a fruit thrown from behind him. The small fruit, perfectly round and snowy white, is one of the paradise's varietals.
Bathed in sunlight, Yahweh leisurely strolls toward him and remarks, "It tastes better than the fruit from Hell."
Lucifer is used to his enlightened comments and peels the fruit, popping it into his mouth. The familiar sweetness spreads across his taste buds. He beckoned to Yahweh who, drawn by curiosity, approached him. Then, without fail, Lucifer lured him into his arms and pressed their lips together.
The juice of the fruit broke open when bitten, flowing into Yahweh's mouth.
After they finish sharing the coreless fruit, Lucifer noticed that Yahweh maintained his composure and teased, "Have you finally learned to not blush?"
Yahweh stepped back, replies, "It's not blushing."
It's just that he is not used to the dark force from Lucifer; it doesn't mean he can't purify it. Blushing is just one of the reactions to the rejection.
Having spent several years with him, Lucifer is well aware of these little quirks. He chuckled in amusement and didn't bring up instances of Yahweh blushing in the past. Yahweh is powerful yet his weaknesses are also glaring — he couldn't accept even a touch of the dark force. Rather, his body vehemently repels anything that possesses such powers.
However, things have improved slightly over the years.
Lucifer pulled up the sleeve of Yahweh's arm to inspect the scars, "One more round today, and they'll be completely gone."
Hearing this, Yahweh pulled his hand away, "No need. They'll heal with time."
Lucifer let out a wicked laugh.
"Are you sure?"
"Yahweh, are you sure you don't want my help and would rather do it by yourself?" Lucifer made sure Yahweh perceived the threat. He's always very astute in this regard. Otherwise, he wouldn't hide his arm behind his back, watching him vigilantly.
In the end, Lucifer still won.
Yahweh can't overcome Lucifer, and indeed, this is really helping him solve problems. However, the process of solving the problem is even more troublesome.
Lucifer brought Yahweh to their usual favorite spot, surrounded by a sea of flowers. Yahweh struggled to maintain his composure, his lips tightly pursed as Lucifer gently extracted the dark power from his arm with an exceptionally slow but safe method.
The side effect of this is an intense sensation of itchiness that starts at his arm and quickly spreads to his entire body.
This has become an unusual "quirk" between them.
After nine years, Lucifer finally managed to eradicate the remaining dark power in the afternoon. He noticed that Yahweh's formerly scarred arm is now flawless, a perfect expanse of white extending all the way to his wrist. Each knuckle appears as delicate as jade, and he can't resist gently stroking his hand.
Yahweh quickly glanced at him, curling his fingers. A rare embarrassment emerged in his golden eyes.
He hadn't exposed his arm previously due to the scars.
"Yahweh."
Lucifer called out to him with the gentlest voice.
Yahweh resigned himself to closing his eyes. The kiss that followed differs significantly from the teasing ones earlier, it's one filled with masculine desire.
Who could have imagined that even Lucifer, who commands the winds and rains in hell, could have a longing for someone.
Just like God...
A kiss is not only a way to open one's heart, but it can also tease out the deepest secrets harbored within.
Lying amidst the flowering branches, Yahweh indulged in Lucifer's genuine tenderness. It feels like everything is going with the flow. His silver hair falls on the petals and on the leaves; Yahweh is surrounded by the intoxicating fragrance of the flowers. The leaves occasionally mischievously brush against his cheeks, adding a touch of blush to his face that had initially felt uncomfortable.
Lucifer whispered sweet nothings into Yahweh's ear from time to time.
His laughter was low and hoarse.
Yahweh tried to ignore his provocative words by pretending not to understand. However, Lucifer's voice was too intoxicating. The contrast from his previous demeanor is vast. Even the smallest nasal intonation can bewitch a seasoned demon. Yahweh also cannot escape this allure.
"Luci…"
Yahweh murmured vaguely from his throat.
"Mmm." Lucifer cherished his every word, and he is no less entranced by Yahweh than Yahweh is by him.
Yahweh's beauty is unparalleled, even to the time when he was Lucifer himself. As Lucifer loved him, there is a strange feeling. It felt like he has gotten something he always wanted, especially after entering Yahweh's body. The satisfaction he had is even greater than having countless demons submit to him.
Happiness sprung forth unabashedly.
Lucifer wiped away the cold sweat on Yahweh's forehead, kissing his eyebrows and loving his golden eyes deeply.
"Yahweh, don't close your eyes. Let me see."
Yahweh kept his eyes open, a soft tongue sliding across them, again teasing his eyelids and the corners of his eyes.
Suddenly, his fingers tightly clutched a cluster of rough flowers, almost uprooting them entirely.
His toes curled.
Lucifer had cleverly taken advantage of his distraction and penetrated his deepest depths.
His shoes had been lost at some point. His white angelic robe is scattered around him like a luxurious cloth, cushioning Yahweh's bare legs. Above his legs, the dark fabric of Lucifer's clothes rests, cold and silky. The friction against his skin instead brings a scorching heat.
So uncomfortable.
Yet so joyful and at ease.
The rhythm, ebbing and flowing in the floral ocean, was musically pleasing.
At certain moments, a hidden yet vibrant laughter echoed, making even the most exquisite flowers blush in shyness.
Liberated from the vague feeling of being high above in the clouds, Yahweh slumped into the flower bed, unguarded and relying on Lucifer to shield him. Lucifer didn’t get a good look the last time; this time, upon closer examination, he found Yahweh astonishingly beautiful. Truly, it would be underselling to describe him as fair and ethereal. He certainly is the Seraphim whose gracefulness at first glance made him enamored.
A demeanor and air such as this will surely have three realms buzzing.
While he's catching his breath, Lucifer continued to indulge in the sweetness within him, “I'm glad I met you early.”
Otherwise, with such innocence, Heaven knows which demon would have deceived you.
Yahweh blushed.
“Are you genuinely blushing this time?” Lucifer teased.
“No.” Yahweh quickly dismissed Lucifer’s claim. Yet he spoke the truth; the warmth of his face did not decrease due to his thoughts.
After this unexpected union concluded, Yahweh rested his chin on Lucifer’s shoulder. His thoughts were a bit muddled as he asked about the part he did not understand, “Why was it different from what I expected?”
“What was different?”
“It wasn't as dirty... or ugly...”
“Pfft...”
“Why are you laughing?”
“Yahweh, there are many things you'll understand only when you experience them.”
Lucifer stroked Yahweh’s silver hair, advising him not to continue rejecting this mutually joyful act.
Yahweh remained silent.
Afterward, he asked in a slow, solemn tone, “Is this the 'interesting thing' you told me about, Lucifer? I did not find it amusing at all.”
Lucifer responded with silence, smiling quietly.
Whether it was interesting or not, it wasn't for you to decide.
After a breakthrough in their relationship, even though Yahweh never admitted it, they officially entered a passionate love phase. Noticing Yahweh's gloom, Lucifer changed the location of their date to help him let go, avoiding the flower ocean to prevent the resurgence of feelings by revisiting the scene.
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A few days later, when they returned to this flower patch, Lucifer saw a unique flower that differed from the others, pure white and beautiful, “What kind of flower is this?”
Yahweh quickly discerned the origins of this flower in the shrub.
The divine and satanic fluids seeped into the ground, which begat a flower symbolizing love and sneaky pleasure – the Silk Tree flower.
Yahweh: “...”
Come out, and I promise not to kill you, Law.
Yahweh felt rage from having his secret exposed. Thankfully, remembering Lucifer by his side, his slightly contorted expression eventually returned to normal. He grabbed Lucifer's hand and led him away from this place. Lucifer could roughly guess what was going on, and indulged in his partner's avoidance of reality, "Where to now? The hot spring?"
Yahweh's footsteps halted for a moment.
Changing directions abruptly, he led Lucifer to a safe, harmless place!
The smile on Lucifer's face grew even more pronounced, knowing Yahweh was now cautious due to the previously encountered issues and dared not tease him lightly anymore.
He clasped Yahweh's hand, smiling and saying, "No matter where you want to go, I think... we should first drive away the overly curious guests."
The barrier of this secluded meeting place, encompassing both the forest and the flower sea, had been disturbed.
Whoever was approaching, had ill intentions.
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