Who made you not earnestly create the world!

Metatron's face turned pale from the pain, but his mouth kept saying, "Why, are you guilty of being told by me? If you have a crush on me, you will have a crush on me. Don't worry, I won't tell. I'm more shameless than you when I go out."

Beria looked at him calmly and smiled, "Okay, just treat it as if I have a crush on you. Since I have a crush on you, should I do something that a crush would do, for example... like this. "

Beria pulled his hand, and the belt around Metatron's waist was torn off, and the white robe that originally cinched his waist was instantly loosened, hanging loosely on Metatron's body.

Even if he wanted to calm down again, Metatron's face darkened, but there was no fear on his face.He was ready to be humiliated and tortured as early as when he couldn't blow himself up. To be honest, after falling into Beria's hands for so long, Metatron was already surprised that Beria didn't do anything. Now Beria's actions were also expected by Metatron.

Beria put his hand into Metatron's robe, and the warm and delicate feel in his hand made him close his eyes in enjoyment, "It's so warm and comfortable."

Metatron shivered from being touched, the demon's body temperature was extremely low, being touched by the demon was not much different from being touched by ice.

"It was originally mine." Beria's hand was stroking the inside of his robe inch by inch. He stood on tiptoe and pressed his forehead against Metatron's, with a gentle and lingering voice, "Your Your name, your warm and beautiful body, the three pairs of golden six wings on your back, your status as an archangel, and your rich and happy life were originally mine."

Metatron's heart trembled, and a strong sense of panic surged in his heart. He forced himself to sneer and said, "What nonsense are you talking about, don't you want to be an angel and go crazy? I was created by God the Father himself. Archangel! You, a demon, dare to think about my identity?!"

Beria pulled his hand out of Metatron's robe, and hugged Metatron's body. His cold body was pressed against the angel's warm body. He sighed comfortably, and stroked with both hands. On the wings of Metatron's back, he said:

"That's right, you are indeed the Archangel created by God himself, that's right, but why can't I be?"

He pressed his right hand to the root of Metatron's wing, and then slammed hard——

Metatron was about to faint in pain for a moment, and he knew that one of his wings was broken.

Seeing Metatron's painful expression, Beria smiled. Unlike the faked smiles he had always had, this time he smiled sincerely and joyfully.

"Does it hurt? Back then I was in pain too. I wish I should have been the Archangel, obviously I was 'Metatron'! But I was thrown into hell just because of a little flaw... At the beginning I am also a light attribute, and I also have golden six wings on my back, but do you know how painful it was when I transformed from a light attribute to a dark attribute? Do you know how painful it is to have my wings torn off?!"

Realizing that he had lost his composure, Beria took a breath, and after he calmed down completely, he looked at Metatron gently and said:

"Come and taste how much pain I had back then, okay? As long as you are like me, then I will be happy."

Metatron's mind was in a mess, he stared at Beria but didn't know how to speak.

What does it mean that he is also an archangel created by God the Father himself, why should he be "Metatron", why should he be of the light attribute at the beginning, and why he also has golden six wings!

What does it all mean!Belial is obviously a demon, isn't he? !There are only seven archangels in the whole world, aren't there? !He's Metatron, isn't he? !

"Looking at you like this, you must have thought about it." Beria lovingly stroked Metatron's face, "Father God created Metatron after he created Michael—that is, Me, but after he created me, he found that there was a flaw in my body, so he threw me into hell, and then created a Metatron again—that is, you. Obviously I am Metatron Long, isn’t it? It’s you who occupy everything that originally belonged to me!”

As soon as the words fell, Metatron's face was scratched by Beria's nails, and pale golden blood gushed out immediately.

Beria inserted the nail of the index finger of his right hand into the wound on Metatron's face, and he smiled at Metatron, "Does it hurt? It's much lighter than when I was teased by those demons together It's over."

Metatron was already in pain so bad that he couldn't see clearly. As an archangel, he hardly felt the pain, but he didn't want to show weakness in front of Beria. He sneered at Beria with a pale face, "Come on, buddy, you are unlucky and blame me for occupying the land, are you insane? Even if you are the original Metatron? Father God only recognizes that I am Metatron! And you, in this life It can only be the demon belia."

On the contrary, the pain made him clear his mind. After knowing the whole story, he certainly knew what Beria's wound was, so he took a stab at it.

Beria's face became gloomy, and then he pulled out the finger that inserted/inserted into the wound on Metatron's face and smiled at Metatron: "Yes, Father God only recognizes Metatron as an angel. Then you say, how about I chop off your wings and completely pollute you into a demon race? Will Father God still admit that you are Metatron? Hehe, at that time, you should also change your name like me, I I don’t think God the Father would mind creating another Metatron.”

With a trembling of his fingers, suppressing the overwhelming fear and sorrow in his heart, Metatron sneered, "I have fallen into your hands, do you think you will let me go if I say no? Hurry up what you want to do. I can give birth faster than you!"

Anyway, he was already prepared to die, and the pride of the angel made him never bow to the enemy.

"Then we'll be ready soon." Beria smiled.

Metatron watched as Beria activated the magic circle that had been drawn under the torture rack, and was force-fed by Beria with a bottle of stinky liquid. Not long after, bursts of black water gushed out of the magic circle. Fog, this black mist slowly enveloped Metatron bit by bit as if consciously, and more and more, and the color turned out to be darker.

At this moment, Metatron felt that there was no pain in his body, and the pain that penetrated deep into the bone marrow made him wish to faint, but he failed.

He bit his lips so hard that he could barely let out a painful groan. The white robe was gradually corroded by the black mist, the golden six wings were gradually stained black from the root, and the temperature also faded from the body.

Seeing Metatron's miserable appearance, Beria felt bursts of crazy pleasure in his heart.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, and Beria frowned and asked, "Who?"

"His Royal Highness Beria, His Highness Asmodeus is looking for you."

"Tell him to wait, I'll go there later." Beria was unwilling to leave at this time, he had been waiting for tens of thousands of years for this time.

"But His Royal Highness Asmodeus said that you must be taken back."

Beria was very impatient, and just about to say no, the whole palace shook violently, and there was even a loud bang.

At this time, it is impossible not to go out. Before leaving, Belia not only accelerated the pollution of the black mist, but also placed a nine-fold enchantment on the door of the torture room before leaving.

Metatron, who was in pain and wanted to die, didn't notice Beria's departure, and the severe pain made his thoughts blurred.

Suddenly his hands and feet loosened, and Metatron fell from the rack.

Looking over with difficulty, Metatron didn't expect to see this guy here and now: "... Yahweh?"

The blond angel squatted down and said to him coldly: "Sleep, I will take you out of here."

what?

Before he could ask why you were here, Metatron lost consciousness.

When Beria walked out of the palace, he saw the restored body. The Chaos Dragon, which was bigger than the entire palace, shattered the roof of the palace with its claws, while Asmodeus was watching the fun in the corner, without the slightest thought. Means to attack the Chaos Dragon.

Beria was very clear about Asmodeus' thoughts. This was Beria's palace and not his palace. Why did he want to help?

When Asmodeus saw Beria come out, he teased, "Are you willing to come out? It seems that you are very interested in torturing that angel, and it took so long to come out."

Beria didn't bother to answer him, pointing to the Chaos Dragon who was wreaking havoc on his palace and asked, "What's going on?"

Asmodeus shrugged, "How do I know, I never messed with that Chaos Dragon."

At this moment, the Chaos Dragon, who had a lot of fun taking pictures of the house, finally saw Beria, it paused, and then——

He flapped his wings and left.

Beria & Asmodeus: "..."

Asmodeus twitched the corner of his mouth, "What is it here for..."

Beria's face changed suddenly, he rushed into the palace quickly, and then he saw the door of the torture room opened, and the empty torture rack.

Feeling water being poured into his mouth, Metatron swallowed it reluctantly and accidentally choked on it.

Then he heard a cold and indifferent voice: "You will choke on drinking water, how stupid."

... -_-#

Metatron opened his eyes, and sure enough, he saw the blond angel holding a bowl of water and a spoon in his hand.