Chapter 208 Lucifer
Ben and Tate did not doubt that the God in front of them was fake.
Because they could not even think of this.
Everything in the world, every particle in this room, every part of their "body" was following the rhythm of the hymn that surrounded Baqir.
"When I saw him, I fell at his feet as if I were dead. He laid his right hand on me and said, "Do not be afraid. I am the first and the last, and the living one. I was dead, and now I am alive, and I live forever and ever. I hold the keys of death and Hades." Ben's wife walked in slowly, reciting the Bible devoutly.
She ignored her husband and the boyfriend of the daughter who gave birth to Michael.
She only had eyes for the shining Baqir.
[In the middle of the lampstands was one who looked like a son of man, wearing a long robe that reached down to his feet, and with a golden girdle around his chest.
His head and hair were white, like white wool, like snow, and his eyes were like flames of fire.
His feet were like bright bronze tempered in a furnace, and his voice was like the sound of many waters.
He held seven stars in his right hand, a two-edged sword came out of his mouth, and his face was shining like the sun.
Everything was flowing in her heart.
God has no image, but this is what He looks like when He incarnates as a human.
This is also the appearance of Jesus Christ.
Unlike everyone else in the room, Michael had almost no reaction.
He just showed an inorganic look and replied like a puppet: "This tells us that good will definitely defeat evil."
Bajir, who came to this world specifically as God, smiled with satisfaction.
Others saw God, but Michael saw the Father.
This shows that Michael has become closer to his former essence.
The reason why Lucifer fell in this world is completely different.
After Bajir came as God, all the causes and conditions automatically emerged in his heart.
He is not the God of Light in the non-Christian system who was conquered by God after the defeat.
He is not the God named Sharin worshipped by the Canaanites.
He is the first angel created by God.
The eldest brother of all angels afterwards.
He is also the most beautiful and powerful of all the angels in heaven.
No angel can compare with His intelligence and courage.
Therefore, He is proud of God's most perfect creation, and regards Himself as the Son and God as the Father.
It is for this reason that when Jesus Christ, the clay doll created by God, appeared.
He rode a white horse, wore a crown, and wore a white and clean linen splattered with blood, and walked above the heads of the armies in heaven, only He was unwilling to bow His head.
It was not because of pride.
But because of the title of Son.
It was Jesus Christ who was recognized as the Son, not the more perfect Him.
Just as in the original future, Michael always wanted recognition and love awkwardly, not to destroy the world.
Although the slogan of the rebellion flag raised by Him and one-third of the angels in the north of heaven was: 'I will ascend to heaven; I will exalt my throne above the stars of God; I will sit on the mount of assembly, in the far north. I will ascend above the height of the clouds; I will be equal to the Most High. '
But what he actually asked for was only the love of the Father.
It is precisely because of this that this rebellion is just a farce.
In the childish duel between Him and Christ, He understood that God only wanted to be His God, not His father.
So, He exiled himself.
Followers followed His footsteps and fell into hell.
Even in hell, He, who was surrounded by glory, was the Lord of the Devil, the only one to whom the name of Satan was directed.
However, He had to humiliate himself, break his wings, peel off his perfect skin and roast it with magma under the gaze of God.
He even abandoned the name of Satan, threw himself into a human womb, and clamored to destroy the world that God loved.
But every time, He appeared as a person who longed for family affection, had not gone through childhood, and had only an adult body.
Satan would not respond to His call, because He was both the son of Satan and Satan himself.
The angels sent by God would not alienate Him, and always hoped to guide Him on the right path.
"Can I call you father?" The question that had been asked before appeared again in Michael's mouth.
Before, he was like a wounded little animal cautiously testing the sudden warmth.
But now there was no fluctuation in his words.
Floating in the air.
Half of the shadow behind him was as fierce as a demon, with bat wings raised high.
The smell of sulfur filled this half of the room, and the air was distorted as if in a hot hell.
The other half was as holy as an angel, with wings restrained.
The light that surpassed any precious gem in the world bloomed in the room, filled with all the beauty and happiness in the world.
"Okay." The majestic voice fell like thunder and clear as water.
The most transparent blood-red ruby that could not be found in the world slid from Michael's blue eyes.
With all his sins.
The smell of sulfur disappeared, and only light remained in the room.
The wooden floor made the sound of branches, and countless vines, flowers, and green grass grew.
As the mouth of hell, the [Killing House] was shrouded in eternal happiness at this moment.
The light sprinkled from the clouds, and a cloud ladder appeared from the light.
The next second, lightning and thunder roared, and dark clouds suddenly appeared.
Scarlet once again emerged from the blue eyes, and the light wings that reappeared behind him were stained with black.
The green plants between the walls and the floor withered in an instant.
‘Michael’, whose face and body had completely lost their gender characteristics, stepped barefoot on the ground.
Half-kneeling in front of Bajir, "I don't want glory."
Bajr closed his eyes, and the new Knight Card had already appeared in his mind.
[Name: Lucifer]
[Race: Fallen Angel]
[Life Points: 66~∞]
[Your life is connected to the Lord, forever]
[Spirituality: 666]
[Luck Points: 6~66]
[Family Traits: Fallen Angel]
[Fallen Angel Body: Life +1000, Spirituality +600, Hellfire/Heavenfire, Source of Darkness/Source of Light, Demon Lord/Deputy Lord of Heaven]
[Hellfire: Flame that can burn souls]
[Heavenfire: Flame that can burn sin and filth]
[Darkness Source: Hell affinity +50%, it's as easy for you to go to hell as it is to go home]
[Source of light: Heaven affinity +50%, it's as easy for you to go to heaven as it is to go home]
[Demon monarch: You are the monarch of the demon kingdom, controlling demons and mastering magic are just instincts for you]
[Devil vice monarch: You are the leader of the angels, controlling light and dispelling evil are just instincts for you]
"Good guy, you are an angel in heaven and a demon in hell, right?"
"Yeah! Lucifer?"
Bajir opened his eyes suddenly.
The thought that angels have no gender flashed through his mind.
Sure enough, the 'Michael' who appeared in front of him was already protruding and curvy, with the feminine softness of a woman.
When you close your eyes, holiness is inviolable.
And when you open your eyes, those soul-stirring eyes make her full of incomparable charm and temptation.
"My father." Lucifer raised his eyes shining with water.
The words of rebuke that Bajir was about to say disappeared instantly. His three views denied her change, but Niu Niu did not allow it.
"Ahem, nothing."
After a snap of his fingers, the transcendent state of mind from Voldemort, who had not broken the rules, made him calm down.
Bajiel regained his composure and stretched out his right hand.
The slender fingers pressed on Lucifer's brow.
A dark line flashed by.
——
Laurent yawned heavily.
Squinting his eyes, he lay on the beach, enjoying the coolness of the waves washing over his soles.
The olive-colored skin shone in the sun, as if there were millions of tiny diamonds inlaid on it.
Slightly tilting his head, the cold coconut poured into his throat.
Not far away, a metallic luster flashed behind a tall coconut tree, and a number '3' was written on it.
Laurent is still in [The Abyss of Sin].
Thanks to Victoria, Bajiel did not make any policy adjustments to Laurent's performance.
Therefore, relying on the tireless vampire body, Laurent transformed into a dark dream owl and worked hard to collect the [Dream Fragments] day and night, and one percent of them became his points.
He exchanged them for the potion to get rid of blood addiction, and transformed the room into a small island by the sea.
It was also because of this that Laurent had not looked at the fence covered by reefs for a long time.
The dark ground with a metallic luster would always remind him that he was still in prison.
But today, he had to pat the sand and walk to the gate disguised as a coconut tree.
Because, the prison that was empty in the past, as if he was the only one, was filled with countless cries.
More importantly, those cries were not made by humans, nor by vampires.
Even as a vampire, he couldn't help but feel nervous when he listened.
"What's there to be afraid of?"
"According to the rules, no one can enter my cell, not even the warden."
"Besides, there hasn't been one yet."
Thinking this way, Laurent walked towards the cool shade of the trees, the place without sunlight, but with the salty and humid sea breeze and strange-shaped reefs - the fence.
"Holly shit!"
Laurent couldn't help but swear.
Rotten human figures with maggots; tall men with animal faces and fangs; twisted figures with cracked skin and dry eyes that seemed to have run out of a fire; old men with traces of stitches and buttons for eyes; faceless dancers with graceful figures constantly dancing ballet
The room behind Prison No. 10 is now filled with these things that are definitely not human.
What makes Laurent even more terrified is that in the prison corridor, which should be empty, there is a sudden sound of tapping footsteps.
That is the sound of high heels, so it is definitely not the owner of this prison.
Moreover, with the appearance of that voice, the howling monsters all fell silent at the same time.
That voice was coming towards him!
Laurent held his breath.
He began to feel lucky that he was a vampire, without a heartbeat and without breathing.
But he hated being a vampire, otherwise his skin would not be olive-colored. With the advantage of race, he could hide in the shadows as long as he didn't show his big white teeth and eyes.
"Are you Laurent? 314.4 points, 23 days in prison."
"Not bad, keep working hard."
A majestic female voice fell.
Then the footsteps sounded again.
Laurent mustered up the courage to open his eyes. It was a tall blonde.
Her skin was whiter than snow, and every inch of her body showed perfection.
Laurent was even more surprised to find that he could not have any evil thoughts at all, and there was only respect and awe in his heart.
His body subconsciously returned to the beach and closed his eyes.
In the olive-colored, breathless body, a black owl floated out of the body with the sound of water.
No matter what, he should work.
In the empty and white room No. 1.
In the city made of bricks and stones as clear as a mirror and shaped like jade.
Next to the gate made of pearls, on the street cast with pure gold and as clear as glass.
Under the tree of life with 12 kinds of fruits representing December, the majestic girl knelt on one knee at this moment.
"You did a good job. While adding new labor, you also made Laurent, who has been playing badly recently, cheer up again."
If Laurent was here, he would be surprised. This is the voice of the prison owner Basil Granger.
"My father." The girl touched her chest, "This is what I should do."
"Lucifer, the dream of this world will be opened up for me by you. I will always be with you."
The voice was much gentler.
"Yes." Lucifer lowered his head.
In the Hogwarts Great Hall, under the ceiling covered by dark clouds with lightning, accompanied by the sound of drizzling rain, Basil smiled.
Not far away, Qiu Zhang, who mistakenly thought that the smile was directed at him, blushed and poked the fried egg on the plate with the fork in his hand unconsciously.
Cedric, who was about to approach him, stopped.
Across the street, Wood and his group were covered in mud and holding dripping brooms.
Filch cursed and walked into the castle.
Harry, the only one with dry body, walked to his mother and was embraced.
Next to him, Snape, who was watching eagerly, twitched his cheek.
Kobayashi Masaru, who was about to enter the Great Hall, looked like he had seen a ghost, and quickly changed direction to avoid Harry.
"What are you looking at?" Hermione tightened her little face, and her cute rabbit teeth made a fluttering sound again.
"That's Harry's mother. Tonks is enough."
Hermione lowered her head and couldn't help stepping on Basil.
"Ouch," Basil pretended to feel pain, "I was just thinking about a spell."
"What spell?" Hermione raised her eyebrows.
"That Hallelu Chuchu Pa Yaya (HO RO RE CHU CHU PA RE RO)?"
"I don't want to learn such a ridiculous spell."
The two little hands behind their backs twisted together.
"Really?" Basil smiled.
"How did I notice that someone's eyes were almost glued to it."
"You want to learn it too, right?"
"Humph!" Hermione lowered her head, held Basil's hand, and pressed her whole body against it.
"If you want to learn, just say it." Basil continued to tease.
Hermione's head rested on Basil's shoulder.
"What do you mean, I don't understand." Basil pretended not to understand.
The soft body pressed against her instantly became hot, and the little ears between the brown furry hair began to turn red.
"Uh oh, I want to learn it~"
The mumbling voice with heat came from Basil's shoulder.
"Ah~" Bajir said in disgust, "Saliva, you are drooling."
"Go to hell!" The chubby-faced and rat-toothed girl suddenly jumped up and sat on Bajir's body, pinching Bajir's neck with her two little hands and began to shake.
Smiles filled their eyes.
It would be great if time could stay at this moment.
The hypocritical thought flashed through Bajir's mind.
