Who made you not earnestly create the world!

Facing Metatron, who refused to say why the wings recovered so quickly, Raphael's patience was almost running out, and he was also very busy.

After thinking about it, Raphael smiled gently: "Okay, if you don't want to say it, I won't force you. I'll ask Father God. Father God will definitely know."

God is omniscient; God is everywhere.

Metatron's pupils shrank to the extreme in an instant, and he finally thought of what the sense of disobedience was today!

Seeing Metatron's expression, Raphael wondered, "What's wrong?"

Opened his mouth, Metatron still shook his head: "No, nothing."

With a sigh, Raphael felt a little helpless: "I'm worried about you, Mehta, don't tell me you don't trust me that much?"

Pressing his lower right hand on his chest meaningfully, Metatron shook his head firmly.

"Meta, how many years have we lived together?" Rafael put on a gentle smile.

Metatron was taken aback for a moment, and then asked back, "How many years has it been since the Heaven Realm?"

"Our relationship is as long as the history of the heavens. Mehta, we are all the archangels created by God the Father. We were born together, stumbled together to build the heavens into what it is today, and together became the famous archangels in the three realms." Raphael looked at Metatron and said gently, "Why don't you say anything to us? Or, even if you refuse to trust us, who do you want to trust?"

Metatron stared at him blankly.

"It's a sad thing not to be able to give trust, because you can only taste the fear and fear alone, and then be on guard all the time with your companions." Raphael looked at him almost pleadingly, "Please trust me, okay?"

After a long time, Metatron slowly nodded and said, "...OK."

After a long silence, Metatron slowly spoke out what he had concealed, such as what Beria said, what Beria did to him after he tore off his belt, and how he was full of joy after being rescued from the Demon Realm. Full of panic and self-loathing, and, well, nausea.

"Sometimes I wonder why I am still alive." Metatron lowered his head and smiled bitterly. "No angel is willing to live after being played by the demons. They all choose to blow themselves up. Raphael, I always I thought, how great it would be if I could blow myself up at that time, at least I don’t have to worry about being caught by other angels all the time and escaped intact. How will the demons treat the captured angels? Everyone knows, if it gets out, what do you think other angels will think of me? How will the mortal world and the demon world think of me? Besides you, who else thinks that those demons didn't do anything to me?"

"Rather than face those strange eyes and horrible rumors in the future, I would rather die now. Raphael, I'm really scared." Metatron raised his head and smiled at Raphael, with warm brown eyes Full of fear and anxiety, "I want to die, but I can't do it. I can explode myself in front of the demons, but I don't want to die after I see you. After I die, I won't see you again. I can’t talk to you, and I can’t see you anymore. You see, I am so cowardly, even the archangel can choose to leave cleanly without hesitation, but I, the archangel, choose to continue to use this The body touched by the demons is alive."

"Don't you think I'm an angel disgusting? I'm even an archangel. An archangel touched by a demon, Raphael, if it were you, would you still be willing to live?"

Facing Metatron who was about to cry in panic, Raphael shook his head, stood up and walked to Metatron and hugged him, saying: "Being your companion is better than looking at you. Use death to guarantee your purity, I hope you will live to add to our troubles, Mehta."

Metatron hugged Raphael's waist, and buried his face deeply in Raphael's arms.

Raphael stroked his long warm brown hair, and said gently: "Angel's purity lies in the heart, not the body. It's just being touched twice by the demons. Do you really look like you were fucked by the demons?" "

"..." Metatron lost all emotion in an instant, and he felt like a fool again.

"I really feel so disgusted, so I'll teach you a method." Raphael smiled gently, "Tie that demon to the heaven and fuck him, you won't feel disgusted anymore."

"..."

"This method will definitely work, it depends on whether you can do it. If that demon dares to tell the story of him touching you, you should go and tell the Three Realms that you raped him, and see who is more ashamed."

Metatron looked at Raphael blankly.

"Believe me, not only will you no longer feel sick after having sex with him, but you can also solve all the problems. You know, sex and being fucked are two different things." Raphael looked at Metatron with a meaningful tone.

After being numb for a long time, Metatron said slowly, "Raphael."

"Ok?"

"...you are much scarier than the demons."

"Really? Thanks for the compliment."

"..."

"Okay, let's stop teasing you, let's talk about your wings."

"What could be the matter, it's just a little divine pattern." After telling the whole thing, Metatron's entire angel relaxed. He even loosened his belt directly and pulled the neckline to his lower abdomen.

The chest painted with the golden god pattern appeared in front of Raphael, and the white chest with the golden god pattern painted a kind of sacred beauty. At that moment, Raphael was stunned.

Metatron didn't notice Raphael's momentary sluggishness, but immediately pulled back the skirt of his clothes, wrapped himself tightly, and tied him tightly with a belt, saying: "It's just some gods of purification. Painting these divine patterns on the body with holy power can quickly purify the body, I thought it could only be used on utensils, but I didn’t expect it to be used on the body of an angel.”

"But in theory," Raphael looked at him strangely, "as the person being purified, he cannot activate that divine pattern."

The ears were dyed red, and Metatron was a little embarrassed, "Well, yes, this was drawn by another angel for me."

Raphael's eyes escalated to be weird, "You are willing to let other angels scribble on your body naked?!"

"I was forcibly painted after being stunned!" Metatron went crazy, "Do you think I am willing to be seen naked?!"

Thinking of this, he trembled with anger. He was a majestic archangel who was stunned one after another. It’s okay to be stunned and molested by a demon lord. Everyone is an enemy. I understand, but he was stunned by Yahweh who is also an angel. faint!And after that, he was even controlled by his body, and he could only feel how his body was being treated in helplessness.Rather than saying that what he hates is being molested, it is better to say that what he hates is the feeling of powerlessness that can only be slaughtered by others, the kind of helpless and hopeless watching others treat him wantonly, without respect, without intimacy, Without gentleness, that kind of wanton attitude is like treating something without self-awareness, which is exactly what he can't accept the most.

Even if it is to purify him.

But this lack of respect, as well as the feeling of powerlessness and being controlled during the process made him disgusted and scared.

"You were stunned?" Raphael complained, "Why are you always stunned?"

Metatron glared at him fiercely.

"Okay, I'll shut up."

After asking the most important thing, Raphael was not interested in Metatron's private affairs, and Raphael said gently: "It's a pity that it's not suitable to start a war recently, otherwise we can definitely tie that demon to the heavens very quickly." Come and deliver it to your bed."

Metatron said expressionlessly: "Thank you, but can you throw it on the ground, please? Throwing it on the bed will stain my bed."

Raphael said happily: "Of course."

Taking a deep look at Raphael, Metatron silently covered his stomach.

After a long, long time, Metatron complained to Lucifer about this matter, but Lucifer raised his eyebrows and said gracefully: "No, no, Meta, from our point of view, Raphael This kind of reaction is normal. For us, you, who are obsessed with such trivial matters, are abnormal."

"..."

In the whole thing, there is a sense of disobedience, what is that?

Ever since he was rescued from the Demon Realm, Metatron has always felt that something was weird, but he couldn't think of anything wrong.Until just now, Raphael mentioned God the Father.

God is omniscient and omnipresent.

This is not empty talk.

Could it be that... Father God has seen everything that happened to him in the Demon Realm?

Metatron, who was flying to the ninth heaven, felt extremely unbearable when he thought of this, and thought that he had concealed so many things from God the Father...

Metatron pondered whether to write a will before going to God the Father to ask for forgiveness.

As a result, after Metatron came to the Ninth Heaven, he couldn't even enter the door of the great hall. Only Chaos Dragon came out slowly and said, "Father God is inconvenient to see you now, please come back tomorrow."

Metatron narrowed his eyes.

Leviathan asked in horror: "Don't you still want to forcefully break into the Great Cathedral?!"

This was impossible, he didn't want to live in the heavenly prison until the end of time, so Metatron could only turn around and leave.

Leviathan stuck out his tongue, turned and walked back to the cathedral.

Of course, Father God is not convenient to see Metatron, because he is not in the cathedral at all.

And a certain Father God was drinking tea in the garden of the Elf King's Palace, accompanied by the Elf King.

Suddenly, the blond angel asked: "I seem to be hated by Metatron."

"puff--"

After spraying the tea, Angus immediately knelt down and pleaded guilty: "Angus has lost his manners, please forgive me, Father God."

"Nothing, get up." The blond angel looked at the green-haired elf expressionlessly, "Are you surprised?"

"Yes, in fact, as long as you reveal your identity, no one will hate you." Angus said with a smile, "Do you really care whether Metatron hates you or likes you?"

Since his disillusionment, Angus has become less and less afraid of the blond angel.Just like a grown-up child, he is no longer afraid of his seemingly tall and serious father, but tries to get close and intimate.

Unfortunately, the relationship between the Creator and the Creator is not father and son.

The blond angel said lightly: "He cares very much."

"Care?" Angus wondered.

The blond angel explained in a few sentences how he pressed Metatron's stun on the bed to draw the divine pattern.

Angus was very speechless after hearing this. Facing the indifferent eyes of the blond angel, he naturally dare not say that you have stunned someone like this without authorization and took off his clothes to control his body. He would not slap you on the spot but please politely. Your leaving is already well-preserved by others, and for the sake of you being a savior, if I change it, I will definitely throw a white glove duel at you, okay, what else do you want.

He forced himself to laugh twice and said, "Then what, Metatron is really too excited, Father God, you are doing it for him, aren't you?"

"I didn't come to you to listen to nonsense." The blond angel's eyes were cold, "I'll give you 10 minutes to think of an idea to calm him down." He didn't want to use this identity to walk around the heavens and meet Metatron one day After being hunted down.

Angus opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything.

How could he, an elf, know how to calm down an angel? !