[Hebrew mythology] The best friend of the devil

Xia Lu was sure that Mephisto was talking to herself.

Use a "I've been waiting for you for a long time and you're finally here to take the throne and you're the one I approve of" attitude.

"...Mephisto." He knew his English pronunciation was awkward, but his high school English level was just that, but somehow he could understand the words of these demons, and felt that they didn't speak English at all, " Are you the one who bet against God?"

Mephisto tilted his head slightly in surprise, and his long hair dangled when he tilted his head.That kind of deep purple is more like purple in black, and the hair quality is so good that people are jealous. "Ah, you are talking about "Faust." He smiled, "It's right here."

Behind them, Mamen finally caught up, Xia Lu heard a sharp buzzing sound of air, then Satara trembled in pain, and forced herself to hold back, still hugging Xia Lu, "Please stop, Mammon." This sentence was said by Mephisto, he stepped forward in the air as if walking on a delicate carpet, and slowly approached Xia Lu and Satara, and then he untied his golden thread Xia Lu didn't even see his movements in the gorgeous robe with borders, only heard Satara's short cry of pain, and he was already brought into Mephisto's arms, the demon with bright purple pupils untied his Cloak, put on a robe for him, a pair of wings transformed from the robe, flying with Xia Lu, "It can help you temporarily resist pressure," Mephisto knelt down on one knee and said softly , "Please don't worry...we will never allow him to hurt you again."

Despite being confused, Xia Lu picked up his IQ in time, "Don't kill him."

"Naturally, the fate of this traitor is up to you." Mephistopheles maintained his kneeling position and then stood up smoothly, as if there was really a piece of ground under his feet, "Mammon—I'll leave it to you .”

Xia Lu's pupils suddenly dilated, and Satara, who was just standing still watching this scene in a daze, was suddenly thrown up, and a light golden light penetrated his body, it was a metal blade that was too fast to see clearly, "You said—" His voice was caught in the spurting blood, Satara fell powerlessly downwards, black feathers fluttered in the air, Xia Lu didn't think or even notice anything else, he Driven the wings on the outer robe, swooped down——

Someone was screaming, tearing pain swept over him, and in Satara's last waking sight, Xia Lu stood in front of him and met Mammon's falling blade.

Spilled human warm red blood.

"Do not--"

He let out a scream, but he couldn't resist, he fell down, and the man fell down; in a trance, he saw the pure white angel fall to hell, still shining for nine days and nine nights, and his black hair was scattered like summer at this time. The black feathers on Heron's outer robe, the dazzling light and shadow create a dream that is deeper in memory.

He felt the temperature of his own and Xia Lu's blood.

The world is getting dark, but not afraid.The devil is most used to nothing more than darkness.

It's just that in the background of the bottomless abyss, the most desolate plain, and the dusty sky, the wandering demons are waiting for the return of the king.

Even if you don't know what's going on... that person's body is not far away, he won't die, absolutely not.

——Scattered black feathers, long silver-gray hair, skin that has lost its color and pale lips...

Those pale eyes staring at him.

The king of hell looked at the ceiling in front of his eyes, wondering if the scene he had just thought of was a dream.He raised his hand to his eyes and twirled it repeatedly. This was his own hand. He was very familiar with every detail of these hands, and there was no problem at all.

Why is he lying here?What happened before?

Lucifer moved his bones, and he felt that he could hear the subtle sound of crackling. "Your Majesty..." Mephisto's soft voice rang in his ears, he turned his head subconsciously, only to see the demon kneeling beside his bed, picking up a strand of his black hair, and gently rubbing it against his lips .

"Mephisto." He reprimanded softly, and the other party let his hair slowly slip down unwillingly, "Your Majesty..." The demon, who had been suspected of being in the late stage of Secondary Disease, pursed his lips and then let go, and then opened his mouth. Pure laugh, "Welcome back."

His smile was unexpectedly bright in this dark underground, but that smile was only short-lived, and then the lazy and charming Mephisto came back before his eyes, and the demon wrapped in black fur lazily lay beside him, Rubbing his forehead against his arm, "Without you, this Palace of Demons simply loses its meaning of existence."

Lucifer stared at his face in a daze, and then turned to look at the wall carvings and crystal glass he was most familiar with. Everything was no different from his own memory—he began to trace his memory, from Fallen Heaven to Pandimaninan establishment, and then—

Satara killed him.

He suddenly remembered this matter, subconsciously touched his heart, there was not even a single wound there.

"What... happened before?" His own voice was a little weak, but it didn't affect his momentum all the time. He was so calm that he could not argue or question him, and he was only allowed to state the facts.Mephisto was still lying down and looking at him, and slowly said: "It's just a personal adventure story. You are also interested in this kind of thing? If you want to know..."

"Where is Satara?" Lucifer cut off his words.Mephisto didn't show any surprise, "Your cell...or do you prefer him to appear in the side room?"

"Stop making fun of me." Lucifer pampered Mephisto's hair and brushed it across his face, "If I say yes, will you still remember to wrap him with a gift ribbon?"

"I will remember to anoint him with oil, put him in soft shackles, clothe him with silk half-hidden as his garment, and ask our great lust-lord, Asmodeus, to come for him Study styling." Mephisto rubbed his hair cooperatively, "Do you want me to do this?"

"Forget it." Lucifer smiled lowly, something like flames flickered in his black pupils, "I will remember to play with him slowly...but not this way."

Mephisto was keenly aware of the meaning of expulsion.He got off the bed and bowed lightly to Lucifer, "Then, please remember to summon your servant at any time..." There was a hint of familiar teasing in his tone, "I will take my leave first."

Lucifer didn't care about his tone.Demons always have eccentricities of one kind or another. There are those like Mammon who are afraid of going crazy, and those like Mephisto who just flirt with people when they have nothing to do.Mephisto has teased demons in hell for millions of years, and the number of people who actually touch him can be counted on one hand, "So... Beelzebub? What do you want to say?"

Beelzebub loomed in the corner.He stared at Lucifer, confirming that this was the Lord of Hell without the slightest trace of a human being. "Perhaps you want to hear how he was caught," Beelzebub said lightly, "I approached him, made him mistakenly believe that there was civil turmoil in hell, and then reported his whereabouts to Mephisto and Mammon. "

"It's very simple." Lucifer's tone was calm, but the calmer he became, the more frightened Beelzebub became, "That is, including deceiving me, who was a human being at the time?"

Beelzebub knelt on the ground on one knee, bowing his head respectfully.

"Okay...you were serious about this kind of details when you were in heaven." Lucifer waved his hand, "I don't have time to deal with my own prime minister...is there anything else?"

"Mammon accidentally injured your human body." Beelzebub replied flatly.

"Let's get rid of that body. Don't make Mammon think about it behind closed doors. Since Mephisto and Mammon acted together, they can always be saved if they want to." Lucifer's black pupils flickered in the starlight penetrating through the window, He stood up and looked at a point in the void, "If I can come back, the human body must be dead."

"...Thank you, Your Majesty." Lucifer and Gongdouju are not the same level at all, Beelzebub is deeply aware of this, and what he said seems to be nonsense in Lucifer's eyes, "Okay, don't think I don't I know something about you and Mammon. Go, go..." Lucifer paused, and suddenly added: "Take care of yourself."

The tone of these words is so ambiguous||ambiguous, Beelzebub accurately captured Lucifer's dirty hint, and his face turned red, he is not Mephisto, he is so shameless that many demons admire him ,"……yes."

After the room calmed down again, Lucifer sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the starry sky and lost in thought.Starlight danced between his black hair, and his face, so perfect that only an angel could have it, was shaped into smooth changes of light and shadow.He stared blankly at the twinkling stars, knowing that he had forgotten something, but he didn't know how to find it.

That's what Beelzebub didn't say, that's why he and Satara appeared in the same place, that's why there was always a terrible pain in his heart, which made him unable to think calmly.

Only Satara himself can give him that answer.