The devil is working

Chapter 13

Pull out some of his feathers and let Lucifer hug him for warmth.

God created him with fire, and even the feathers have the temperature of fire.

Lucifer didn't know what kind of sweet dream he had, he hugged the feather and rubbed and kissed, it was far from the indifferent and ruthless appearance when they met and started a war last time.

Michael lay on the edge of the bed, scratched the soles of His Majesty's immature feet with the ends of his hair, and his thoughts diverged: Is it him?Is this really Lucifer?How did it get so small?Is there any chaos in the devil world?This small body is so miniature... Is it enough to eat with just one bite?

The author has something to say:

May Archangel Michael be happy forever!

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