The Death Knell

"I've been living like this since you left, trying to be a new kind of god, a **** different from God."

A basket appeared in her hand, the girl put strawberries in it, and stuffed a few directly into her mouth from time to time, but there was no expression of joy on her face, but only depression:

"No commandments, no sacrifices, no fires, no floods, I don't want to punish anyone, and I don't care what people think of me..."

"Actually, my future goddess, most people don't even know you exist."

Lucifer, who pretended to be a farmer, played for a while, and lost interest after picking a few strawberries. He likes dealing with humans, not crops:

"Michael is not dead yet. If he dies, you will become God as God arranged, so we still have time, your own time."

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"This is really bad news, even though I've known it for a long time, and it also makes me depressed." The girl rolled her eyes, not thanking her uncle for reminding her of this when she was happy: "These things you said are I don't want to know, I should make you forget."

"If you really do that, then you are no different from God." Lucifer put his arms around the girl's shoulders and rubbed his face against the top of her head: "And we all know that you are different from him, he is a monster ,you are not."

"You are lucky, my fallen uncle, so you already know the answer. I am not God. I will not interfere with the silent god. Although I want to help humans very much, I have an agreement with my grandfather. As long as he As long as I live, I will be neutral, like him."

The girl blinked, and she gave a refusal answer again, even if it was any reminder, she didn't mean to say it.

The so-called agreement is not so easy to break. Although the body of God is dead, God is not dead.

Lucifer also knew that he just didn't want to admit it, and would rather lie to himself, and maintain a good mood for a while longer.

"You still don't understand, my dear." The blond demon walked out of the farmland. He sat on the ridge of the field and poured out water to wash his feet: "The dead old man always said that he is a shepherd, and human beings are his flock. The problem now is It's not a pack of wolves coming from outside the fence anymore, but another group of shepherds, or 'shepherd group'?"

His hands and feet are very beautiful, the most beautiful appearance that humans can imagine, but rubbing the gap between his toes with his fingers still looks a bit funny, not like a god.

"I understand, I know, I understand." Yin Lian also walked out of the field, but her feet were clean and never stained with dirt: "I also watch TV news, and I know the virtues of those big groups. Someone else's flock is said to be managed, but it is actually occupied, and at most a little bit of soup will be given to the original shepherd, but this is not a reason to affect my neutrality."

"Okay, I probably understand what you mean, so I should leave too." Lucifer took a few more strawberries from the basket, put them in his handkerchief, and prepared to eat them on the road: "But don't manage the flocks. , and allowing hostile gods to destroy the flock are two different things.”

He already knew the information he wanted. The girl might be very powerful, but she was still too tender and impatient, which made her show flaws in the conversation and leak something.

"It seems that you have already made a decision." Yin Lian was indifferent to this, and she walked towards the picnic cloth under the big tree.

"Yes, do what you don't want to do, intervene." Satan sighed, but soon smiled smartly: "I thought that the experience of living among humans would make you more like me, but I didn't expect you to be more like me." Like Michael, heredity is a terrible thing, and you learned all about his stubbornness."

"Maybe you should have stayed here to teach me so I might be more like you, but we're still family anyway, so I guess there's still something like you in me."

The girl stopped and turned around, the wind blew her black hair, which was not like God or Michael at all. There was something different in her eyes that a **** would never have—emotion.

The next second, she took out a coin from her pocket:

"This is the Tarot key of Bassanos. Today, when fate is dead, it can exert hundreds or even thousands of times the power of the past, and even become the controller of fate..."

"Oh, I wanted you to return it to Norma." Lucifer put on his shoes and straightened his suit and tie: "So now you have your destiny in your hands, what are you going to do?"

Yin Lian didn't answer, she put the coin in the palm of her hand, then turned her hand and pressed it to her uncle's chest. In an instant, golden light bloomed, and the whole world turned into a piece of snow white.

The magnificent hymn sounded between heaven and earth, as if witnessing the coming of God, but she is not God, at least not yet.

"ah!

! "

As powerful as Lucifer, he couldn't help screaming, but the pain he felt wasn't in his chest, but in his back. A strange yet familiar force poured into his body, and he felt as if he felt pain again. whole.

After a while, the girl withdrew her palm, put the coin back into the small pocket of her jeans, and clapped it with her hands.

The sweaty Lucifer knelt down and panted, a lot of red smoke came out of his body, which was a sign of blood evaporating from the pores.

"what have you done?"

he asked his niece.

"I have an agreement with God that I will not interfere with human affairs, but there is nothing in this agreement that I cannot give gifts to my family."

Yin Lian showed a more sly smile, and she signaled her uncle to look behind her with her eyes.

Those are three pairs of golden wings, representing the glory of the supreme, most holy and most beautiful seraphim ~www.NovelMTL.com~ It is also something that Lucifer gave up once, and at this time under the double control of the future God and fate, it is reborn. back to him.

"You first gave up the power of Seraphim for freedom, and then you gave up the power of Satan. Now I'm returning the former to you. It's just a simple gift. It's not something you have to do with it, understand?"

"Hiss, it seems that you are really like me. You are very clever. You have learned to take advantage of the loopholes in the contract. You will be a good Satan."

Although I don't like this kind of power very much, because it represents restraint, but power is power, and I just need it now, so Lucifer smiled, and he touched his wings. After losing them for too long, he felt a little uncomfortable:

"Okay, my dear, I'm very happy, but after I get some things done, I'd better give this power back to fate."

The girl waved her hand impatiently. She walked to her picnic cloth, to the friends she fabricated, and to her own lonely story:

"That matter is another matter, you have to discuss it with your grandfather, but now, you are welcome to return to the ranks of the gods, my uncle, the eternal light of light."