[Hebrew mythology] The best friend of the devil

Xia Lu, a sophomore in high school, sixteen years old, male, born in the center and center of the ancient eastern country, ethnicity, until a day ago he still considered himself a human being.

Now, a day later, he turned on the light in the bedroom and saw a silver fur sitting awkwardly on his bed, looking terrified.

"I won't punish you for sitting on my bed." He said with a wooden face, "After a day of thinking...you don't need to kneel when you sit down—although I'm in the second grade now...but you The story is a bit too mediocre."

Satara pursed her lips, with pale lips and silver-gray hair, no matter how you looked at it, she looked like she came out of a comic.

Just a day ago, this gentleman who came out of the comics and claimed to be his slave, or the slave of his previous life, insisted that he healed his wounds with light elemental magic, and kept calling him "Lord Lucifer" ".Although he is called an adult, this man is really not good at words. He basically asks and answers. Now Xia Lu has roughly figured out what he means: He, Xia Lu, was Lucifer in the Western Apocrypha in his previous life. The angel's subordinates, the demon's followers, and a slave named Satara.

Xia Lu sat down next to him, patted his hard-lined, muscular shoulders, "Well... Anyway, even if I believe that there are gods and demons in this world... this is the East .This is not under the control of what you said."

Satara was still watching him, not expressing even the slightest comment on his words.Those eyes were as pure as some newborn animal, fixed on his face.Xia Lu finally got a little annoyed: "Don't keep looking at me like this! You call yourself a slave and still look at me like that, how dare you act like that!"

Satara shook his whole body, but before Xia Lu could stop him, he knelt on the ground again, with his long hair scattered around. This long hair may be the most powerful evidence of what he said: the hair was soft and shiny, the depths The different lights and shadows are cleverly spliced, and the ends of the hair are enough to sweep up to his own knees, so when he bowed his head and knelt, the ends of the hair fell to the ground. "Please punish." There was a trace of stiffness in his voice, and Xia Lu could see his drooping thick eyelashes.

This is a rather handsome European beauty with slightly yellow features.It is said that he has the characteristics of a yellow race because his browbones are not so high, and his eye sockets are not deep-set, so they are not so three-dimensional. His skin was almost transparent white, which is impossible for people of yellow race. Xia Lu even felt that he could see his blood vessels.

"..." Xia Lu pressed her temples, "Lu Xi—I, how do I usually punish you."

"As you like." He answered simply and neatly.

"Okay," Xia Lu waved his hand, "Come on, show me some magic tricks."

Satara was unusually confused.When Lord Lucifer asks him to cast magic, he is usually testing his magic power level, but this is not the Temple of Demons. A large magic may suffer disaster if it goes to Beijing. Not the real purpose of Lord Lucifer: So what is the real purpose?

Xia Lu waited for a while, a little impatiently: "For example... light a fire?"

Satara hesitantly raised a magical flame of dark elements, the purplish flame was burning faintly, and could not illuminate anything in the room with the lights on: the only effect was that Xia Luteng jumped back One step, he fell on the tiles, and if Satara hadn't jumped over to help him up, the back of his head would have been in close contact with the floor of his own home.

Xia Lu stared at the flame, experienced a refreshment of his three views, and then he calmed down.

Isn't it just magic? The boy with the second-year illness is extremely calm.

Yes, very calm, this world has Grim Reaper, One Piece, Naruto, and naturally there can be Lucifer...

There is a xxxxxxxx!

Xia Lu stretched out his hand to touch Satara's back, feeling the thin shoulder blades everywhere, he simply pulled Satara's hair to make him look up: "Where are the wings?"

Maybe it was because his expression was too scary, Satara shook his whole body, the black wings fluttered down behind him and opened, those soft and dark wings seemed to absorb the surrounding light, Xia Lu could only hear a soft whisper The sound of flapping, the natural slow flapping of the wings makes it look like a captured cloud, layers of ink color, Xia Lu stretches out his hand, and it starts with a smooth and slightly cold touch.

"it's beautiful……"

Wanting to tear it off, shred it, crush it, trample it flat, extreme anger suddenly scorched him, he unconsciously exerted force on his hand, Satara trembled slightly, but hugged him even tighter, even for his convenience Apply force.Xia Lu let go of his hand suddenly after a short force, looked at his wrist in disbelief, his mind was in chaos.He didn't know what he was doing, and he didn't want to accept what he was doing, so he broke free from Satara and fell to the ground in a frenzy, shrinking back, his eyes were still fixed on the wings, and he even swallowed unconsciously.Satara knelt down again with his head down, his silence was like an iron wall, which deepened his anger.

"Get out!" he cried uncontrollably, "Get out! I'm not—I'm not your master!"

Satara was trembling slightly, kneeling stubbornly on the spot, Xia Lu raised his hand and punched the opponent, hitting him hard under the ribs, knocking the opponent to the ground, stepping on his hair, his hand Pulling on the other side, Satara let out a slight cry of pain, and then Xia Lu raised his hand to pull the purple-black magic flame, and pressed hard on Satara's shoulder.

The angel let out a terrible scream. He trembled and struggled under Xia Lu's hands. The fire scorched his skin, and there was no smell of roast meat in the burnt smell. It was just that the flame was expanding, and it gradually spread in Xia Lu's hands. Stretching around Satara's shoulders, the angel's face was covered by long hair, and he could only feel his struggle becoming weaker, and finally fainted from the pain, Xia Lu let go after the other party stopped struggling, staring coldly Looking at the other person's face, he suddenly froze after a while, watching the flames gradually dissipate in a daze.

He didn't know what he did.I don't even know.

The angel fell to the ground, and his shoulders were black and purple. It didn't look like a simple burn, the skin and flesh were not broken or red and swollen, it was more like being...

Pollution, the word flashed through Xia Lu's mind, but she didn't know the meaning of the word.

He sat blankly for a while, then stood up staggeringly, and moved the angel to the bed.The angel's limp body was unexpectedly light, maybe the other party existed in the form of an energy body, he touched the wound carefully, and the angel suddenly convulsed.

Xia Lu pushed back his long hair, and saw that his face was covered with sweat, his lips were tightly pressed, and there were bloodstains from his bite.The blood was mixed with red and dark tones, but unexpectedly shone brightly, as if several layers of gold powder had been applied on it, making him unable to look away.

He bent down and licked away the blood.

It was as salty as a human being, but it seemed to carry some kind of energy, and that energy traveled through his body with a pleasant warmth.He licked the wound on the other's lips again, the soft and moist touch.

"Satara..."

He unconsciously read the other person's name, as if calling a friend from thousands of years ago.

No matter how long you have forgotten—the most unforgettable emotions, with your appearance, are rolling and trembling in your mind.