Chapter 28
Lucifer couldn't describe the feeling, it was as if the nine years they had spent together had disappeared, and they had returned to the moment they first met.
When they first met, Yahweh was unusually cold and indifferent, showing no interest in anything. It was Lucifer who brought him back to hell that night, witnessing Yahweh's astonished and stunned gaze. Lucifer didn't deny that he had teased Yahweh for his own amusement, landing Yahweh in hell once he woke up. But he couldn't resist the temptation.
And so, he had won over Yahweh.
The price was that Heaven found out about their relationship, constantly interfering and preventing them from getting closer.
"Did you come late this time, because Michael said something?" Lucifer held Yahweh's hand and walked forward, feeling a hint of regret for his previous reckless behavior. Indeed, experience is needed in love; otherwise, one might risk ruining it.
Yahweh looked at Lucifer without showing any emotion. Did Lucifer think that Michael had stopped him from coming?
Even if Michael had countless objections, all he needed was a divine decree, and Michael would not be able to interfere with Yahweh's affairs. After all, Yahweh was never an angel, let alone subject to the jurisdiction of an archangel.
"Yahweh?"
Their steps stopped, and Satan softly inquired about his lover's thoughts.
"It's not that."
Yahweh saw the genuine care and tenderness in his expression, his heart aching slightly, revealing an emotion that had haunted him for thousands of years.
"Lucifer, it's because I didn't want to see you——"
Yahweh finally spoke his true feelings.
"Why?" Upon hearing the seriousness of the issue, Lucifer immediately dropped his relaxed date-like demeanor. He first checked Yahweh's complexion, ensuring that he hadn't been punished in Heaven and his face wasn't pale. Then under Yahweh's cold and emotionless gaze, a frown formed on his forehead, "Yahweh, did God interfere with our relationship?"
God did, after all, have a history of wiping the slate clean with disobedient Adam!
He was no stranger to interfering with relationships and marriages, and angels usually learned their lesson the hard way.
Lucifer sought emotions in Yahweh's eyes, but Yahweh's pupils were too clear, all you could see was light. Unaware of Lucifer's slanderous accusations, Yahweh shook his head without intending to denigrate himself, "It's destined that I can't go to Hell with you."
Seeing him still clinging to this point, Lucifer felt somewhat helpless, "I've said it many times, you don't need to come to Hell."
His hand gently rested on Yahweh's shoulder.
Closing the distance between them.
"Can you come to Heaven?"
"Yahweh, what nonsense are you talking about? I can't possibly go back."
God, feeling the other's fingers stroking him, comforting him with great affection, felt a lack of retreat.
Just before the kiss landed on his lips, there was a subtle look on Yahweh’s face.
"You'll regret this."
Lucifer didn't like his party-pooper attitude and silenced these breakup-like words with action.
His lips were still so soft, and his taste clean and sweet. Lucifer passionately kissed Yahweh in his arms, watching Yahweh's golden eyes light up with a familiar color - the emotion between them over the past nine years. After a few hurried breaths, Yahweh encased Lucifer around his waist, unconsciously grabbing onto the back of his clothes.
The kiss was fervent and lingering.
Lucifer responded to his affection.
Gentle, passionate, and the wonderful taste only first love has.
The strength of his grip on Yahweh lightened, his palm sliding down from his shoulder. The friction caused Yahweh's body to heat up, and they adopted the posture of a normal couple's embrace.
After a kiss to adjust their mental and physical states, Lucifer successfully reaped a blush from silver-haired beauty.
It instantly added a touch of worldliness.
"Don't ever talk to me like that again," Lucifer whispered in Yahweh's ear, his voice low, soft, and husky. Yahweh responded quietly with an "Mmm." After the final barrier fell, Yahweh deeply understood the extent of Lucifer's corruption in Hell. He could guarantee that refusing Lucifer's advances wouldn't yield a desirable result.
Lucifer, seeing the earlobe beneath the silver hair, took it in his mouth, "Yahweh, I will solve any issues for you, don't worry."
Yahweh's fingers rested on his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat.
The corners of his mouth lifted.
But his rare good mood didn't last long, only to hear Lucifer suggestively say, "I know a more intimate method, do you want to try it?" As soon as Lucifer detailed this method, Yahweh immediately pushed him away like he was electrocuted and ran away.
Lucifer chased after him and it wasn't long before he caught Yahweh, who was not at all good at escaping.
The Lord of Demons spoke triumphantly, "Why the rush? I didn't say we have to try it today, there will always be a chance in the future." Among the multitude of methods he had come up with, he found one particularly fun. Reportedly... only in the state of utmost trust can one reach the peak of pleasure.
Bone-chilling love-making.
As the name suggests: 'soul merging', a union of body and mind. If gods are the objects, then it is unquestionably 'godly love', this dirty term exists in the inherited memory of every deity.
Unable to bear it any longer, Yahweh exclaimed, "What the hell are you thinking!"
"I want you."
Lucifer's straightforward and flawless confession made Yahweh feel for a moment... this filthy world could be destroyed.
As it turned out...
Destroying the world was not something suitable for the Creator, and Yahweh forgot about it the next day.
With birds chirping and flowers blossoming, the spring sun shone brightly. He lay basking in the sun on Lucifer, his silver hair spread over the neck and flowers, expressing endless light and beauty. His white angelic robe covered Satan's splendid clothes. Light silver pants wrapped around his slender legs, allowing him to sit astride on Lucifer's waist without worrying about accidental physical contact.
Lucifer was a bit regretful about this. His fingers lazily played with a strand of moonlight-like silver hair, feeling Yahweh's soft and smooth texture.
Yahweh was not pleased with him always being too engrossed in certain things.
"If I didn't look good, would you not like me?"
"Strange thought."
Lucifer flicked his forehead, and openly said under his seductive gaze, "There are no what-ifs in this world, appearance itself is part of 'excellence.'"
Yahweh, who had never shown his real face to the world, took a moment to think. Considering Lucifer's proficiency in bewildering angels and demons, had he not concealed himself with holy light, he would likely be showered with flowers and passionate gazes every time he stepped out. Even the power of faith would have been tainted with some messy thoughts.
"Did you really fall for me at first sight?"
"Mmm."
"If it weren't in the mortal realm, in another place, under different conditions... would you still feel the same way?"
"Yahweh, why are you so lacking in confidence?"
"..."
Yahweh fell silent, not because he lacked confidence, but because he was wondering if Lucifer would still feel the same way about him if he knew Yahweh was God.
He didn't have the confidence to try.
Lucifer's hatred was no joking matter.
Yahweh cleared his train of thought, quietly resting on Lucifer's chest, listening to the heartbeat, watching the sunrise and sunset. It seemed like a highly satisfying thing to do already. Lucifer ran his hand through Yahweh's silver hair, pulling out a few strands and secretly keeping them. If he couldn't find Yahweh, he could use his hair to trace him.
Skilled in all kinds of magic, and proficient in all martial arts, Lucifer grinned as he planned how to deal with Yahweh in the future.
Thinking about a one-sided breakup is a dream!
"Sleep."
Lucifer, hugging Yahweh, casually hummed a tune that Yahweh seemed to have heard somewhere before.
That's right——
In the distant past, a beautiful, dazzling, blonde angel sat in front of a harp, gently plucking the strings, playing for God.
He watched the God on the throne.
His pale blue eyes were filled with admiration and joy.
Yahweh fell asleep, and in his dream, he returned once again to the past twenty thousand years ago.
On the sixth day of creation, he looked at the whole world, with the birds and the beasts, but there was none that could converse normally with him. Suddenly, he wanted to create a being similar to himself. The other party must have a perfect face, impeccable appearance, and hair and eyes full of light.
Silver hair won't do, it has to be gold.
The silver color of the eyes was too dim, and gold overlapped with his own color, so he thought of the color of the sky. The sky could accommodate the blazing sun, the bright moon, and the stars.
That's right...
"Stars."
He had a flash of inspiration, reached out his hand to gather the shine of countless stars, and slowly began to create, thinking about the appearance of the other.
The fluctuations of life were tiny at first, born in a moment.
His divine power flowed into it without reservation, and the soul's light he held in the palm of his hand shone. The hue of the other's soul was particularly beautiful, the pure light was extremely soft, like a bright star being nurtured in his hand. As more and more power was absorbed, he was warned by the rule not to create beings that surpassed the creation level casually.
He didn’t care.
Creation is also divided into strong and weak, this is his first creation, and it couldn’t be weak.
The soul, already possessing a vague consciousness, emitted a close vibration.
He experienced joy for the first time.
Inadvertently, he gave too much power and he wasn't in a hurry. He added wings of restrain to the soul. The Book of Genesis was buzzing with ideas around him, sometimes wanting white wings, sometimes gold wings, he didn't want to listen to the Book of Genesis' suggestions, so he split his own holy light and gave it to the soul.
The holy light wings.
Wings that could purify the darkness and bring light.
Seeing this scene, the Book of Genesis muttered by the side, "You are really partial towards him, I also want the holy light, it's so beautiful."
He emotionlessly used the language of spirit to make it shut up.
His own artifact was good in every way, except that the character of the artifact's spirit made him feel like he was being punked by the laws.
Finally -
The Morning Star was born.
"Yahweh, why are you looking at me with that strange look in your eyes? You are my lover, not my father." Lucifer touched Yahweh's forehead to make sure he wasn't sick. Otherwise, why would he look at him with such loving eyes that made his skin tingle?
He remembered the Messiah often looked at Cain this way, and each time Cain looked terrified.
Yahweh: "......"
Indeed, Lucifer was the cutest when he was a child.
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