Son of the Morning Star

"I'm here to tell you one thing," 'Lucifer' said with a creepy cold voice, "You guys... die here today."

"What do you mean?!" Michael was startled.

"Literally." 'Lucifer' tilted his head, "Or...you don't want to believe it? Lovely Michael..."

Whether it was an angel or a demon present, their hearts sank.

It's over...

They didn't think at all that they could defeat Lucifer in his heyday, even if angels and demons cooperated, there was only a slight possibility.

"Your Highness..." Michael was a little dazed, he stubbornly refused to believe, "Why..."

He didn't want to believe that His Highness who obviously hated death the most would kill them with his own hands.

"Why? What a stupid question."

"what?"

"Haven't you found out...I've hated this kind of life for a long time, the life of being in contact with war every day." 'Lucifer' frowned, his tone seemed to be a little confused, "I don't even understand, Why can you bear that breath of death?"

"So... I thought of a way!"

"Do you know what it is?"

"Just kill you all, and there will be no war! I will never see death again!"

"My God, His Royal Highness Lucifer requests an audience."

"Oh? Yeah...let him come."

"Yes." The wise angel bowed respectfully and left.

God watched him retreat, and gave another angel a task: "Go and stop Lucy, and don't let him in anyway."

The cherub led the way out.

"Sorry, Your Highness, you can't go in."

"Ridiculous, do you think you can stop me?"

Trying to confirm my identity... that's ridiculous.

If it was me before... I probably wouldn't have thought of such a solution anyway, right?

only......

Unfortunately, I am no longer who I used to be.

"Are you sure you want to stop me?"

"Sorry, Your Highness, if you just go in like this, I won't be able to explain to my god."

"I can't explain," Lucifer repeated his words, "then don't explain."

He cast out the 'Bright Morning Star' and held it gracefully.

"Dead people don't have to think about this, do they?"

He quietly watched the cherub disappear into a stream of light, and then walked towards the great hall without looking back.

"Hello, Lord of this world."

"... Where's Lucy? Why won't he come out?"

"Because I came by myself."

"Your purpose?"

"Let's make a deal."

"trade what?"

"I know all of Lucifer's memories, and I also know that you really want to know what he went through."

Jehovah thought for a moment: "What is the price?"

"Send me back to my original world."

"impossible!"

"Don't worry...about the pay...I'm sure we can have a good talk."

"I can't let you go."

"Why?" Lucifer looked at the stars in the sky, and then turned his gaze to Jehovah, "It's because the soul of 'Lucifer' can no longer maintain an intact state, even if he leaves this body. Fall into a weak state?! That's why you want to imprison me in this world, you want him to take my body."

"......indeed."

"I guess it's you who maintains his soul and prevents it from being completely dissipated?"

"Correct."

"Sure enough." Lucifer showed a clear smile, "Because he doesn't want to survive at all, does he?"

"Correct."

"But have you ever thought about..." Lucifer looked at the starry sky again, watching them slowly move according to a certain pattern, "Why does he desire death so much?"

"..."

"He is not an angel who likes to escape, you should know better than me."

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small theater:

Beelzebub: "Yesterday, I saw that His Majesty seemed to be pressed down for a whole day."

Azazel: "No, it wasn't a day. They went on vacation."

Beelzebub: "So?"

Azazel (deep): "One day in the sky, one year on earth."

Beelzebub (with a wretched face): "Your Majesty is so pitiful..."