[Hebrew mythology] The best friend of the devil

In Lucifer's memory, the name Satara used to represent two existences.The first united with a demon and set him up while he was the Vice-Prince of Heaven; the second was a demon at all and just straight up stabbed him.

The meaning of the name is Lucifer's contract, but its real function seems to be Lucifer's nemesis.Lucifer hates the word betrayal, which may have something to do with him being called a traitor to Heaven, or it may be that he really hates the behavior of the first Satara.

In short, Lucifer hates betrayal, and never thought he would appease traitors.

So while the second Satara was lying on his bed, he felt his mind was blank.Speaking of which, everything he did that day, from flying to heaven to kissing Satara afterward, was full of twists and turns. Sometimes he felt that it was not his behavior at all, but a utterly boring thing deep in his mind. , The weird boy who only wanted to be handsome, the boy pulled him to do this, and he just watched unmoved.

Lucifer has always hated human beings, and he doesn't want to be affected by the memory of being human at all. He just wants to destroy something, and the best way is to understand it—under the premise that such a thing cannot be simply erased.

It is very troublesome and dangerous to retrieve the missing memory—this is the case for the vast majority of existence, but Lucifer is not in this majority, because the person who is best at this in the entire Three Realms except God may be Mephis Special, and Mephisto cares more about Lucifer than he does about himself.In other words, Mephisto really doesn't care much about the whole world including himself, but has a kind of loyalty to Lucifer, similar to the unreliable behavior of a courtier with great power facing the emperor. Loyal, but Lucifer happened to be stronger than him, so he had to restrain himself.

After listening to Lucifer's intention, Mephisto held his chin, nodded earnestly, and then said in a rather compassionate tone: "Your Majesty, with all due respect, human memory is not worthy of contaminating your soul."

"The problem is that it's contaminated." Lucifer.

"So, the better way is," Mephisto showed a sinister smile, "put it together with Satara—" he stroked his hand across the front of his neck, "If you take it away, you will never will be annoying."

"I think," Lucifer suggested sincerely, "you should clean up your mind."

Dare to touch Lucifer's memory, even the memory of human beings, I think you will die.

Mephisto sighed boredly, turned his wrist, and a slender purple light needle similar to a sewing needle appeared in his hand. Those purple eyes, brighter than light, stared at Lucifer's face, as if looking for "Then, please relax a little bit, because my weak magic power really can't bear your defense."

Lucifer felt that the first half of his sentence was caused by some kind of excitement and destroyed the character design of the Second Secondary School, but the second half of the sentence turned back.Mephisto obviously liked the thrill of breaking ground on Tai Sui's head. He held the light needle with his wrist and index finger, and the end of the light needle pointed directly at Lucifer's temple. With this movement, Lucifer could get him to prison in another place. It has been thought about for 100 years.

The light needle is slowly pushed in, not under the skin.

Lucifer only felt as if something cold went deep into his mind, like a silky snake, the scales of which gently rubbed against his brain.No wonder so many novels use snakes to describe bad things, and a small voice speaks in a certain area of ​​his memory, which really feels uncomfortable.

His thoughts gradually became unified with that small voice.In a blur, he felt that Mephisto was carefully supporting him. The demon spread the black wings of the fallen angel, and layers of shadows enveloped his sight. "I will take you back to your bedroom," Mephisto said. In a very silky voice, "Please forgive my abruptness."

The little voice tugged at him in the dark.Lucifer's consciousness melted into an indistinguishable color of light, and then, a white wall, a couple talking in a low voice, and a golden windmill appeared before his eyes.

He moved his hand to the shaking windmill hanging in front of his eyes, and he couldn't hear what the woman was saying.

Most of the 17 years of human beings are not interesting, but compared to the too long days in heaven and hell, they are still full of vivid emotions.Disappointment, frustration, low self-esteem, self-defeating, anger, disgust, these emotions may not have never happened, but it has been too long, and most of them have been forgotten.He also had the kind of pure double-mindedness of playing cool and handsome to attract attention. He knew that he had it, but after leaving those days, he forgot about himself.

He re-read Xia Lu's life.

This life is stable and boring, just like a pre-exam review, suddenly trying to find his first memory, the first thing in his life that was abandoned by him like a shoe, at that time he still looked up at the gods, admired and revered , with ignorant joy, that self was abandoned by him later, since he rebelled against heaven, everything in the past has become a taboo that cannot be mentioned.

You betrayed who you were first, a voice whispered to him.

You betray your original self.

Human life is very short, no matter how long you live, you will not be able to accumulate the wisdom of 1000 or 1 years, but after 1000 or 1 years, those paranoid, ignorant, immature, and downright boring ideas will naturally be completely forgotten.

But people don't live by wisdom.

The most frightening thing is that when wisdom reaches its peak, just like everything else at its peak, it will eventually lead to destruction.

When Lucifer woke up, he found that he was unconsciously grabbing a person's hand, and that person also clenched his hand, embracing his body, the soft temperature brought a sudden surge of fear, fear—it hasn't appeared in a long time word.

He stared blankly at Satara's face in front of him, or maybe he didn't look at him at all, he was just in a daze.

As a human being, isn't he a little unreasonable?Why is it so easy to have feelings? Is it some kind of instinct of human beings or the influence of his own soul?

If it's him...

When did he fall in love with Satara?

Lucifer doesn't remember.He seems to have never paid special attention to Satara. When Satara was Boye, that little angel simply made him pity him; after Satara became Satara, this angel always hid in the shadows inside.

He even recently noticed Satara's feelings for himself, and then deliberately brought Lilith here for one night, and then asked Satara to send her back as a warning—

Oh my goodness.

How could he put so much thought into someone who didn't care.

If it's just pity, or to repay the other party for becoming a slave and helping him, why bother to spend so much thought, isn't it better that the other party likes him, and it is easier to control.

Lucifer's eyes finally focused on Satara's face, and the silver-gray long-haired angel embraced him gently, with undisguised worry in his eyes.Lucifer will not fluctuate because of his usual concern, he has always been a spoiled child, and there are so many people who care about him——

But not the one he had just brought out of prison.

Not a traitor.

If you betray you, betray more simply!How can I convince myself to punish you like this!

"It's too much." Lucifer whispered, and he didn't know if it was because of Satara, Xia Lu or himself, "The children in the second grade are so boring."

A flash of astonishment flashed across Satara's eyes.

"Hey," Lucifer pointed to his temple where Mephisto's light needle had just been pierced, he didn't break away from Satara, and kept staring at him in this position, "He doesn't want you to die, what should I do? ah?"

"..." Satara's lips parted slightly, revealing the sharp teeth.Lucifer found that he didn't want to hear his answer at all, no matter what the answer was, but he wanted to know Satara's thoughts extremely, "He has no right to interfere with your decision."

"Then what if I wiped him out? Do you want him to die?" Lucifer raised his lips and forced Satara or himself into a corner with words, but Satara didn't seem to hear the sharpness in his words , "If you so decide."

Lucifer almost wanted to comfort the human Xia Lu.

If not the one who is human is also himself.

In the end, he couldn't decide for himself, whether he admitted that he and the other party were one person, or not: whether Xia Lu's emotion was part of his emotion, something he wanted to be cherished, or another person's behavior, worthy of He went to be jealous?

Hey.

What a terrible so-called original sin.

If the time is turned back more than 20 years, Lucifer can confidently say that this kind of thinking is basically inexplicable mediocrity, but now he has to admit that he himself is that mediocre person—or a person who has already been mediocre without knowing it The mediocre to the extreme.

He was not familiar with such irritability and self-loathing, let alone how to deal with such emotions.It's like a soft thorn in my heart, it's not very painful, it's just uncomfortable, and I can't pierce my chest and pull |||out|, so I have to keep it in such an embarrassing way.

"Lord Lucifer..."

"Sattara." He sighed, but brought up another topic, "There is a very interesting place in human memory."

Satara's body froze completely.It's like Xia Lu's reaction when she said "I remember who you are...that light", but it exposed something more obviously.

"So..." Lucifer said softly, "You are the only one of the two sataras."