Are the three views of the profilers okay? [Comprehensive Yingmei]

"Hello, little angel." Lucifer said softly, as if he knew the other party would definitely come.

The man in the shadows didn't speak, just reached out and held out a...horn.

"You know what you're holding." Lucifer didn't go to take it, not even willing to raise his hand.He looked at the angel in front of him calmly and said so.

The angel's hand holding the horn trembled slightly, but he still stubbornly faced Lucifer, unwilling to give up.

"Balthazar." Lucifer looked carefully at his younger brother whom he hadn't seen for a long time, and suddenly sighed softly, "Then why are you coming to me with the lifeblood of this army in your hand?"

"You always recognize me." Balthazar smiled wryly, and finally took off the mask of silence, "It doesn't matter if I have glory or not."

Lucifer was noncommittal, looking at Balthazar calmly with gray blue eyes.

Lucifer is easily irritated, but unlike Michael, he learned to forbear and hide early on, stabbing the deadliest sword in a smile. Under the gaze of the fallen angel, Balthazar had the urge to turn around and flee.

As before, before the two armies, Lucifer called out his name in the same calm tone just now.

[Balthazar, are you going to stand against me? 】

No no no no--

Michael is the leader of heaven, and Lucifer is his former mentor, guiding him to grow from a nascent angel to a qualified warrior.

Balthazar wished he had had the courage to stand up against this ridiculous fratricide.Neither Michael nor Lucifer died, he couldn't stand it.So after Gabriel left, he followed suit.

"Gabriel's horn." Balthazar said, taking a deep breath, "I stole this one from Heaven's arsenal."

"Maybe there's more than one, Balthazar." Lucifer didn't even need to think, he knew what a risky and stupid thing Balthazar had done, "It's just that this one is too heavy, and you are eager to sell it?"

Gabriel's horn, which is the most mysterious of the archangel's weapons, when Gabriel himself blows it, all the angels inside and outside of heaven will hear the call and listen to the messenger's order.

In order to prevent such a powerful weapon from being coveted, the archangels even said that Gabriel's Horn of Truth does not exist, and it is just a name for magic that can summon angels in a small area.

But when Balthazar saw the horn in the deepest corner of the arsenal, he knew the truth of the legend.

The inscription on the horn was beyond his comprehension, and Balthazar's glory trembled at the power of the weapon when it was raised.

Why both Michael and Lucifer tried their best to draw Gabriel to their side.

And why was Gabriel so careful when he left.

The power of this horn is too strong, so strong that it can make the lower angels obey the orders of the holder without hesitation.

Balthazar's silence showed that Lucifer's suspicions were pretty close.

"You're just an evader, Balthazar, you're not fit to have an army." Lucifer chuckled, and finally took over the familiar horn, lowering his eyes to carefully observe the golden light flowing in the amber-like translucent material.

Balthazar, as if getting rid of some plague, let go of his hand and took a few steps back, eager to distance himself from the horn.

"But you have to know, Bal, if you didn't kill me here, then you just sent me a wonderful handle," Seeing that Balthazar didn't have the slightest intention to answer, Lucifer seemed to have lost sight of the exquisite horn Interested, he casually put things on top of the low cabinet beside him.

He took out a bottle of whiskey from the wine cabinet, filled two glasses respectively, and handed a glass to Balthazar: "Balthazar stole the weapon of heaven, how much do you think this news is worth to Michael?"

Balthazar took the glass, but had no intention of drinking it.He carefully swung his half-full glass, pursing his lips.

So Balthazar didn't know what happened to Michael, Lucifer narrowed his eyes, if even Balthazar didn't know about it, what would the betrayer want to do next?

If Metatron did it, he should spread the news of Michael's murder in heaven, usurp the throne, and encourage angels to follow him, right?

So it really is Amenadiel?

Lucifer couldn't help but get a headache when he thought of the captain of the guard with dark brown wings and every feather was as sharp as a blade.

Even if all the angels in heaven want Public Enemy Number One Lucifer dead, no one has ever been as desperate as Amenadiel.According to the original words of the other party, it is to ask Lucifer to go back to "manage hell".

What kind of management hell is sitting in a cage and occasionally chatting with the devil?

Aren't Beelzebub and Alistair running hell well?If it doesn't work, Crowley can make up the number...

Maybe it's because he hasn't been back to heaven for too long, and he doesn't quite understand the thinking of this generation of angels, Lucifer thought.After all, he didn't think he had much trouble communicating with Michael or Raphael.

"Lucifer?" Balthazar called, unable to bear the sudden silence.

[Lucifer. 】Almost at the same time, Lucifer seemed to hear some kind of whisper, calling his name from somewhere in his long-forgotten soul.

"What's the matter?" Reflexively responded, Lucifer felt as if his body and soul were divided into two parts, like his body was still a container, and his glory was still there.Just a lot weirder and a lot more uncomfortable.

He wondered if his container Nick felt the same way when he found out that he couldn't control his body.

Baltahzar opened and closed his mouth, as if he was saying something, but Lucifer only felt that there was a vague barrier around his ears, and he couldn't hear or see anything clearly.

[Lucifer. 】The voice is getting closer, from Lucifer's soul, like a vine that draws nourishment, climbs and winds up.

The coolness slowly permeated Lucifer's soul, squeezing out a little bit of glory that even Lucifer himself didn't know existed.

Then there was the weightlessness of the fall, and the panic that followed.

The helplessness and panic were exactly the same as those seven days and seven nights when he fell into hell.

Lucifer was a bit confused about where he was—whether it was his bedroom in Lux, or in the middle of the lava-tumbling cage at the bottom of hell.

Time has long lost its meaning at this moment, and I don't know how long it took before Lucifer took a deep breath as if he was liberated from drowning.The darkness in front of him gradually dissipated.

A jerky came to his senses, Lucifer looked down hesitantly, and saw the fragments of the wine glass fall to the ground.

Balthazar was completely unable to comprehend the current situation.He looked at Lucifer in confusion.The latter had been standing there for a long time, and even let go unconsciously, breaking the half-full wine glass.

Lucifer was about to say something, but took a staggering step forward, only to feel too tired - so tired that his whole body felt heavy.He barely reached out his hand to hold onto the low cabinet beside him, but he couldn't grab anything except for sweeping the horn on the cabinet to the ground.

Dizzy, he instinctively put his hand on the ground, and the palm happened to hit a shard of a wine glass.Glass shards were embedded in the flesh that hadn't recovered for a long time. Lucifer felt the sharp pain in his hand, but he could barely lower his head, the dazzling red—the blood flowed endlessly.

"Lucifer?" Balthazar bent over hesitantly, not quite sure what was going on.He'd never seen Lucifer hurt, never felt that a bleeding Lucifer could be this...weak.

Yes, it was as if the morning star, once mighty and far above the angels, had fallen.

Before Balthazar could do anything, he heard hurried footsteps downstairs.Perhaps it was the shattering of the glass and the sound of Lucifer falling that caught the attention of the people downstairs.

Playing safe, Balthazar had no intention of going to see the Winchester brothers, and Castiel was the one he avoided most, so he took a step back and was about to leave.

But Lucifer suddenly reached out and grabbed Balthazar who was about to walk away.

"Go to Gabriel..." Lucifer wanted to reach out to grab the horn several times, but his vision shook, bringing out several layers of double images, and his fingers couldn't help trembling under the severe pain, blood spilled all over the ground, and he couldn't grab it live.

Balthazar was stunned: "What?" The habit of obeying Lucifer's orders had not been completely changed, and he forgot for a moment that he could break away from Lucifer's hand.

"Go to Gabriel and give him the horn." Lucifer clenched his lower lip until his mouth was filled with the smell of blood like rust, trying to stay awake.

He sounded terribly worried and agitated, and Balthazar had never seen Lucifer like this before, but he had a gut feeling that something was wrong.

Balthazar bent down to pick up the horn on the ground, but he had another meal - he came here just to throw away the hot potato in his hand, is it really worth picking up the horn for Lucifer who has lost his strength?

Just because of this hesitation, the sound of footsteps outside the door was already close at hand, first there was a knock on the door, and then Sam asked vaguely: "Luci, are you okay?"

"Okay." Startled, Balthazar nodded indiscriminately in agreement, and before he had time to worry about the ownership of this weapon, he picked up the horn and flapped his wings to leave.This time Lucifer didn't stop him.

He slowly supported the floor with his uninjured hand, stood up carefully, and wobbled on the low cabinet.During the period, he let out a low grunt because of the pain.

Sam didn't get a response, couldn't feel at ease, and opened the door forcefully.What caught the eye was Lucifer's bleeding right hand and the fragments of the wine glass on the ground.

"Luci?" He rushed over nervously, grabbed the pale Lucifer, and panicked, "What's wrong with you?"

"There was someone...another angel here just now." Castiel said suddenly, he felt a familiar trace of glory, but it was not clear whose.

"Of course, it's obvious that Lucifer has a visitor," Dean concluded, lifting Balthazar's untouched drink carefully.

What kind of angel would agree to drink with Lucifer instead of killing him when they met?If it was friendly, why was Lucifer injured?

"I'm fine." Lucifer held back Sam's arm that was supporting him, barely able to control his own strength, and squeezed unexpectedly tight. Sam was in pain, but just looked at Lucifer intently.

Something happened.

"But I sense...something is wrong with heaven," Lucifer continued, his voice hoarse and unrestrainable.

"Oh, then why do you still feel that something happened in heaven without your glory?" Dean sneered, making it clear that he didn't believe Lucifer's words.

But before Lucifer could retort, Castiel grabbed Dean's shoulders and shook his head slowly at him.

Lucifer glanced at the interaction between the two indifferently, not even in the mood to say the usual sarcasm, the fact is that every word he uttered next seemed to be carved on the glory that had long since disappeared. Scratches——

"I feel like the gates of heaven are being shut."