The Death Knell

The music was still melodious, the atmosphere in the nightclub was still so ambiguous, and after being kicked by Lucifer, Maizi also left with a flushed face.

The atmosphere between the two angels was very strange. The murdered fallen angel was all smiles, while the dead angel who was killed was expressionless. The two just stared at each other, as if they could see through their minds like this Same.

But it is obviously impossible, even angels cannot control people's hearts.

"How do you feel after I die?" Amenadiel spoke first, because today he had something to do with Lucifer.

"Relax, brother, I feel more relaxed than ever, and your current skin looks better than that of the black strong man before."

Only then did Lucifer push the glass of wine in front of him to the other party, leaving a ripple on the white tablecloth at the bottom of the glass.

"I thought you liked strong black males."

The old man picked up the wine and smelled it, but he didn't drink it, because the pollution in the world was too serious, and real angels would not drink from unclean springs.

"Wrong, my brother, I love every human being, regardless of skin color, age, appearance, gender, health or wealth, I love them just as they love me. I'm afraid this is a feeling you can't understand, Because your job is to watch over hell, and **** is boring."

The blond devil blinked and said playfully to the old man.

"You're imitating God, who alone can love everyone, you're just parodying, your pride won't allow you to love anyone. Anyway, it seems you remember that you're forever connected to heaven .”

"Hehe, sometimes I think about you. It seems that Deathstroke went to heaven and tossed a lot before, but accidentally repaired the 'angel reincarnation pool'. The mysterious universe revived you again? And you didn't go crazy. "

Not angry because of what the angel said, Lucifer showed a charming smile, he reached out to touch his brother's hand, and said with a smile:

"To be honest, you look pretty good, for an angel who has just completed reincarnation."

Unless the heaven is completely smashed, otherwise, the angels will not be 'killed' in the conventional sense, the enemy will only destroy their physical bodies, and the holy souls will return to the reincarnation pool, waiting for the light to reshape them.

For a long time before, there was a problem with heaven, all the angels seemed to be brainwashed by some ghost, but the actions of death knell not long ago seemed to make things better?

However, how about heaven, it has nothing to do with Lucifer, he can even leave his own **** behind.

"Don't talk about your past, Lucifer, I knew from the beginning that you are a fraud king and a traitor, don't show off your knowledge about your hometown, now let's talk about business."

The white-haired angel withdrew his hand, took out a notepad from the inner pocket of his clothes, put it on the table, and made a gesture to push it to the man.

"Don't watch, it's boring, and it has nothing to do with me." Lucifer directly threw out three consecutive resistances, and he was about to stand up and leave: "I still have plans tonight, if you don't want to leave, then please feel free, I will call Maizi will invite some beauties from **** to come up for you, to ensure that you can feel unforgettable tonight without that organ, ha ha."

"Stop! Lucifer Morningstar!"

Amenadiel stood up suddenly, the gray wings behind him suddenly spread out, and the time around him suddenly seemed to be paused, and it became infinitely slow:

"Listen to me, now that diversity is under threat, you don't want to see all human beings go extinct, do you?"

"Oh? Should I remind you that I am the oldest angel, do you think I was frightened by God when I was young?!"

The flames of **** burned in Lucifer's eyes, proving that his strength was far superior to that of Amenadiel, but his footsteps still stopped. He realized that this was the world, and immediately withdrew his strength, reached out to touch his nose, and turned his face:

"Tell me what's going on, otherwise I won't believe it."

"Look at this, this is my discovery." Amenadiel picked up the book on the table and threw it to Lucifer: "In this world, there is something that is helping people realize their wishes."

"Ha, you seem to have mentioned the main business of **** just now, that's it?" Lucifer opened the notebook in his hand, squinted his eyes to read the text in it: "I also know that many institutions operate under this mechanism, you I didn't see the so-called crisis of annihilation."

Helping people realize their wishes is the specialty of the devils. No matter what the wish is, just give the soul with one hand and deliver it with the other.

Lucifer didn't think there was any problem, it was just what they needed.

"No, it's new this time. There is no price for fulfilling a wish, at least I haven't seen it yet." Amenadiel opened his eyes wide. He lay on the table, and the red blood in his eyeballs could be clearly seen: "In this way, human desires are like mice in a bag. They will bite each other. When humans start the race to make wishes, it will be too late."

It is indeed a new thing, Lucifer has never seen this kind of operation method.

Isn't it a pure loss to only give benefits without paying the price to customers? Who would do that?

This is no longer threatening the earth, but it is also related to the three hells.

If everyone can realize their wish without any disease, disaster and side effects after making a wish, then who would make a soul trade with the devil?

Without a soul, there is no future, like any hell.

Especially things like making wishes can be big or small. Children may want toys or bicycles, but the lunatics in the society, what they want even Lucifer can't think of.

So he sat down again, folded his hands and put them on the table: "Actually, you should go to the Justice League, not me."

"." Amenadiel didn't speak, he just pursed his lips and looked at his brother.

The blond man stroked his hair, turning it into waist-length hair, Lucifer nodded:

"I understand, you, or someone behind you, wants to contact 'that' Deathstroke through me, right, you think he can handle this."

"I don't know, I haven't been told much, so you can make an offer, what will I exchange for your help."

Amenadiel sat up straight, like a prisoner waiting for judgment.

"Well, do you know what I've learned living among humans? That's carpe diem. I probably have a guess who is standing behind you now, so you tell it, I want a pass."

"What? I don't understand what you mean~www.NovelMTL.com~ Amenadiel frowned.

"As a sounding board, you don't have to understand, but hey, maybe some day some beefy hairy priest will let you sit with your legs sprawled in his arms, and you'll at least understand what 'pass' means, Ha ha!"

The wicked Lucifer did not explain, but instead said a heavy Christian joke, and before Amenadiel wanted to refute, he went on to say:

"Don't talk nonsense with me anymore, are you leaving by yourself? Or do you want to listen to my angel expulsion spell?"

"You are disgustingly depraved now, my brother, you have insulted him and everyone." Amenadiel stood up, pointed at the demon's chest expressionlessly, and condemned softly, It's like telling a story of regret.

The angel left in a flash of white light, leaving Lucifer sitting alone in the darkness. He drank the wine glass in front of him, looked at the still lively dance floor, and murmured:

"You can't represent everyone, bro, you're not human at all."