[Mythology] Walking with God for 300 Years

"What am I in your heart now?" An Luoxia asked calmly.

What is it?

A creation born of its own power at the time of creation?A demon who grew up in the Nine Layers of Hell?A child like Michael Gabriel?or...

He suddenly didn't know how to answer.

Yahweh felt a wave of confusion in his heart, but fortunately his expression was neither sad nor happy due to the habit of thousands of years, and he would not see anything unusual.

"You are my creation." God finally said, "I love you as much as I love Michael or Lucifer."

The tone was uncertain, because the Lord didn't know whether this was the real thought in his heart.

God will not tell lies, so he has to give an answer that should be correct based on his experience with angels in the past.

"This...is also very good." An Luoxiya said, and repeated with a smile, "This is also very good, at least you can see me in your eyes, this is very good."

That smile is quiet and shallow.

Asmodeus never replied, and Anrosia forgot about it over time.

Enoch accompanied his child Methuselah for decades, and Anrosia lived by the lake in this mountain range for decades.

It was a fairly leisurely and peaceful time.

An Luoxiya spends a lot of time painting the places she has traveled over the years.

The sparkling coral under the sea, the quiet town surrounded by small rivers, the Frost Castle amidst the wind and snow, the vibrant Garden of Eden, the dark trenches with turbulent undercurrents, and the green mountains and blue lakes stretching for thousands of miles...

She also paints God, which is the least of these paintings, but the most exquisite and meticulous, and it takes more than a year to paint one.

Each of those oil paintings is lifelike, even the hairs are carefully drawn one by one. The silver-haired gods either sit or stand. The expressions are different, and we can see the intentions of the painters.

When the weather is fine, God stands quietly by the lake.

Anrosia hid under an oak tree at that time, set up a drawing board and drawing paper, and began to draw the scene of this moment, while God walked beside her and watched.

Halfway through the oil painting, An Luoxia put the paintbrush away, lay down in the rocking chair under the tree, closed her eyes and meditated.

Jehovah, who was still in place, picked up a paintbrush and daubed on the paper. He did not paint the painting by himself standing by the lake. Instead, he added tall trees by the lake and closed eyes under the shade of the trees on the paper. girl with long hair.

When An Luoxiya opened her eyes in the afternoon, she saw the altered oil painting.

Later, she wrapped the painting in a crystal frame and put it in the space for proper collection.

Anrosia and God eat food at irregular times, sometimes not for a year, sometimes every few days.

Anyway, gods and demons will not starve to death, An Luoxiya will cook all kinds of delicacies only when she is interested.

An Luoxiya went to the deep sea one day, and then came back to make fresh and tender grilled whitebait. When she came back, she turned the iron fork and sprinkled fine chili powder on the fresh and white fish.

When it was ready, she handed the first bunch to Jehovah, "Taste it."

God calmly took a bite as usual, and then his expression changed subtly.

Yahweh looked up at her coldly, and took a step back away from the campfire and grilled fish.

"Unpalatable." God said calmly.

An Luoxiya bowed her head and took a bite, feeling the delicious and slightly spicy taste on the tip of her tongue, "It's obviously delicious."

Hearing what An Luoxiya said, and eating with great interest, God hesitated and took another sip.

Then...God swallowed it entirely out of the desire to maintain his own temperament and image, and then drank the fruit wine in the crystal glass beside him.

Since then, no matter how much An Luoxiya persuaded the spicy food, the more delicious it tasted, the god refused to touch it again, and it was the first time that he showed such blatant dislike for a certain thing.

What she didn't know was that Jehovah secretly planned to use the spirit of speech to wipe out the pepper plant from the whole world.

But later, seeing that An Luoxiya liked this taste very much, God thought again, since there are still some creations that love chili peppers, there is no need to extinct them.

After eating the grilled fish that night, Anrosia sat on the roof and took out a flute to play.

"God." After seeing the god by the lake looking back at her, An Luoxia raised the flute in her hand and continued, "I want to play the flute, Lord, what tune do you like?"

"An Luoxiya, what song do you like?" God asked back.

"There was a time when I liked listening to hymns, and even went to church to study." An Luoxia smiled subtly and helplessly.

They have not been able to see each other for thousands of years.

With a distance of nine heavens and nine hells, the furthest distance between the devil and God in the world is nothing more than that.

An Luoxiya passed by the elves one day a year, and heard an elf girl singing a hymn piously, in which the name of God Jehovah was repeatedly mentioned.

At that time, she stood in the same place and listened to the song quietly, belatedly realizing that hundreds of years had passed since the last time she heard the news from God.

The answer was beyond God's expectations.

God was a little surprised, but soon relieved, and felt a little taken for granted.

An Luoxiya has never been any other demon in hell, she likes a lot of beautiful art.

She likes those vivid paintings, impassioned operas, graceful and melodious singing voices, majestic and majestic scenery, splendid and exquisite buildings...and herself.

"Blow whatever you like." God said gently.

A moment later, what rang in my ears was a song about the stars in the summer night, light and ethereal.

At the end of the song, An Luoxiya looked down at the doubtful Jehovah, and said jokingly, "Aren't you tired of listening to hymns? Besides, you are in front of me, and I don't need to look at things and think about others."

An Luoxiya's feelings have never been pure and undisguised.

At that moment, God wonderfully thought of the clean and clear wind in the morning, the bright moonlight in the night, and the snowflakes falling on the fingertips in winter.

One winter, the snow was so heavy that the entire mountain range was covered with snow, and the heavy snow was half a meter high. The green lake outside the house was frozen to the bottom of the lake.

In the house, a bench sits by a warm fireplace with burning flames.

An Luoxiya lay lazily halfway on it, covering herself with snow-white thick fur, that posture was quite casual.

God came over, Wei Wei said helplessly, "Sit upright."

An Luoxiya retracted her body a little further into the white and soft fluff, and blocked her ears as if she didn't hear.

"Sit upright," God repeated.

"Anyway, there is no one else." An Luoxia sat up and supported her forehead, muttering in a low voice.

The wind and snow were so fierce that the people in the city at the foot of the mountain were busy keeping warm for the winter. As the lord of the city, Methuselah lost weight among the busy people. Enoch felt sorry for the children and went down to help share the affairs.

After complaining in a low voice, An Luoxia sat up straight and put on a graceful posture.

It was snowing heavily outside the window, and beside the warm fireplace, An Luoxiya flipped through the verses in "The Book of Angel Raziel", picked one at random, and read softly: "

Who is catching snowflakes at the fingertips

Ice and snow shine in whose dream

A snowflake falls on the palm

Then it turned into tears and fell in my heart"

After impromptu reading a few poems, An Luoxiya was about to close the book, but the God sitting next to her took the book out of his palm, bowed his head and continued reading lightly: "

The night sky is the most vast and immortal

flickering cold light

into the eyes of the stars"

A sudden outburst of some long-storage emotion.

An Luoxia's body paused slightly, and she looked up at the silver-haired and white-clothed figure, her eyes so focused that she was almost fascinated.

It's beautiful, it's terrible.

She felt like a drowning person, continually sinking into the depths of the ocean, and enjoying it.

An Luoxia loves this god who is gentle and indifferent most of the time, but inadvertently reveals emotions, is omniscient and omnipotent, and is pure and transparent.

If she had loved God in the past, she loved the distant phantom, the aurora twinkling in the northern sky.So now she has lifted those bright and illusory halos, and truly fell in love with the flesh and blood Jehovah.

"Do you like this poem?" God asked after he finished reading.

"No, I just read it casually." An Luoxia said.

After decades of accompanying his children, Enoch embarked on a journey again.

Leaving home for the second time, the handsome and noble young man became a handsome and noble middle-aged man.

When they first traveled, people often wondered whether Enoch and An Luoxia were lovers, but now when they go out, strangers will only wonder if they are father and daughter.

Enoch let the carriage run at will, without a goal, and before he knew it, he came to the original town of Medea again.

An old woman walked slowly with a cane, and happened to see the carriage stopped at the entrance of the town, and she immediately showed a look of surprise and nostalgia.

Time is the most devastating weapon.

When they first saw the old woman with graying hair, Anrosia and Enoch didn't realize that it was Sarah until she called out her name.

"Miss An Luoxia, Mr. Enoch." The old woman said hello.

Enoch was the first to react, and after carefully identifying her facial features, he said, "So it's you, Miss Sarah."

"I couldn't afford to call you Miss decades ago, and now people usually call me old lady." Sarah waved her hands and smiled.

In my memory, I was still a quiet and beautiful innocent girl, but when I saw her again, she was already very old.

Sarah was not surprised by An Luoxia's face that had never changed, and Enoch's appearance in his prime.

"Since I knew that Asmodeus was a fallen angel back then, I can naturally guess that his friend is not a human being." Sarah said calmly, and then invited the two of them to her house as guests.

"Then thank you for the hospitality." Enoch nodded and said.

The house is the same as it was decades ago, except that it is a little older.

Sarah personally made black tea for them to drink, and Enoch asked, "Why didn't you see anyone else? Sarah, where is your family?"

Sarah paused slightly as she poured the tea, "After my father died, I had no relatives."

"What about the husband and children?" Enoch asked.

"I'm not married, I've always been single," Sarah said.

"Then there must be servants," Enoch said.

Sarah looked a little unpredictable, and smiled wryly, "People in the small town are not very willing to approach me."

Enoch, who knew nothing, only stabbed Sarah in the wound, and An Luoxia, who knew a little bit of the inside story, couldn't help making a gesture to interrupt Enoch.

"Asmodeus once went to the Garden of Eden to get the fruit of life for you." An Luoxia said calmly.

She looked at Sarah's old appearance with slightly puzzled eyes, not realizing that what she said was actually stabbing a knife.

"I know...I refused." Sarah said calmly.