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The ending!
Mi captures Lou and puts Lou in a place where demons are forbidden. Then Ra released Lu, and Lu went back to the demon world and attacked with his army.
The gods and demons went to war over this, and the demon realm was demoralized and the heavenly realm was defeated, then retreated to the first day. At that time God appeared and told all the truth, that Mi's love for Lu was actually God's love for Lu, and that the curse at that time, both Mei and Lu were actually half hit each. Then God said to Mi, since it caused you so much pain, I will take back the sins that were put on you. Then Mi didn't love Lu anymore, and Lu couldn't accept it for a moment, so he killed Mi, and Mi hung up, and then Lu suddenly ran away like a madman, holding Mi's body, but was still intercepted by a few archangels of Ra, and had his wings cut off, and two of them, Sa and Asa, were seriously injured trying to protect Lu.
Lu took advantage of the chaos and ran away, not knowing where he was. The magic world army without road, began to rout, bei and ma was chased until the angry dragon valley, ma in order to save bei, hung, bei angry, a forbidden spell killed n angel (background god of heaven mentioned)
then bei and sa and asa reorganization of the magic world, began to counterattack, the heavenly realm because of the loss of rice, began to show signs of defeat, had to, so the division back to the house to recuperate. So far, the God and Devil realms were divided by the Second Prison.
Bey became the Demon King and built a palace, similar to a hero's memorial, with a statue of Ma in the very center, surrounded by black pearls.
In the meantime, the seed of the Tree of Life was stolen from the divine realm, but the perpetrator could not be found, and both the gods and the demons sent their troops to find the way many times, all to no avail.
After the Great War, a strange man came to a village on the fringes of the divine realm, his eyes were black, he had no wings, and on the first day of his arrival he planted a great tree at the entrance of the village. He stayed under the tree and sometimes he changed many toys for the little angels in the village.
One day a child suddenly appeared under the tree, he had short brown curly hair, and his teeth were very white.
The strange man picked up the child, and the child smiled at him and said a vague syllable, LU.
The man laughed, and he said "Baby, let's go home."
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From someone else.
But I've seen several versions of it that are different
Anyway, the ending is happyending
Another
I went back to the balcony on the second floor, and it didn't take long for Sallie Leaf to show up outside the balcony.
"How did you get up from here?"
Shaliyah got straight to the point: "God saved us."
"No, rather, it was Jehovah."
"Be more detailed."
"That's something we've only just learned. God has infinite power, and he can undo all wrongdoing, but that's not Jehovah. Jehovah is just an ordinary God, like you, and Measure is a God with great power. Because he has no wings, his power is similar to that of His Majesty Lucifer before the Fall. Once he becomes a god, he can make the entire universe go up in smoke in the snap of a finger. In other words, during the period when you become a god, you can actually slowly master the power of a god and manipulate everything. When you regain your consciousness, your location will return from every corner of the world back to the Imperial Throne, changing into Michael."
"So God brought you back to life?"
"That came at a price."
"A price?"
"Jehovah was not self-aware when he became the Creator, but he was free to control the time when he became a conscious being. While God loves the world, and everything he does is for the seven heavens and nine orders, and all things in heaven and earth, Jehovah is an individual being. When he became a god, he could not use supreme power for himself. This is his greatest weakness."
So that's what Lucifer had said about God's leverage.
"If he tries to use the power of the Creator to do things for himself, the price he pays is the loss of his 'self'."
I froze. "So, now Jehovah no longer exists?"
"No, he still exists. But he will always be accompanied by the Creator, in the form of a body of consciousness."
"Why would he do that?"
"Who knows."
"Who have been resurrected?"
"Everyone who died in the Holy War."
"Then, then ......" I heard my voice shaking, "Lucifer ......"< /p>
"He didn't."
"Oh." I murmured, "Fair enough."
Sallye didn't say anything.
Twelve o'clock.
A bell ringer stood on the ledge, dozing off hitting the night bell. It was just a muffled sound.
In the courtyard, the footlong lamps flickered, and the light messed with dreams of stars.
"You go down first."
"Are you ...... not uncomfortable?"
"No hard feelings." I smiled at him, "I'm happy enough that you guys are still alive, and as for Lucifer, that doesn't matter much."
In the small courtyard downstairs, there were two swings, a bit larger than the one in my house back then. As the wind picked up, they swayed in the night, looking at each other obsessively under the curved moon.
Downstairs in the small courtyard, there are two swings, bigger than the one in my house. When the wind picks up, they are swaying in the night and looking at each other under the curved moon.
Looking down glumly, I realized that the water was full of stars.
The stars in the reflection were bright and dark, like countless pairs of affectionate eyes.
I smiled at the stars in the river.
So many years, so many things.
The Gods and Demons stopped the war, and everyone around me lived happily ever after. I know all about us, I have all the memories of our time together. He was dead and I was alive. I can think about him, every day.
I know that I love him dearly.
It was good enough to keep it like it is.
But has he disappeared? I could no longer touch him.
I asked countless times.
Lucifer, where are you?
Are you still with me?
I finally got my answer.
The stars in the water were bright and dark, looking back at me.
The Milky Way pulls up all over the sky, like a blooming salute, spilling down to earth. I smiled at the stars and said softly, "It is said that the stars in the sky look dense but are actually far apart."
Opening my arms, I could not embrace the stars.
They are in every corner of the world.
"O Lucifer, the fool, he thinks he can get rid of me that way? That's not going to happen." I watched as my reflection in the water blurred, all of it, "No one can take him away, no matter how far apart they are. As long as I think of him, he stays alive."
Eyes stayed open for too long, and I finally couldn't help but blink.
I watched the teardrops fly down and awkwardly looked away, wiping it away.
Salier's voice sounded after my own, "Would you like to see him, your highness?"
I turned back in a daze, "How?"
"I can change."
"Uh, okay."
Salibur's golden pupils curved up, distinctly gentle.
He covered my eyes and whispered in my ear, "Don't open your eyes until I say yes, okay."
I nodded my head vigorously.
He held my eyes behind his back, a little starburst leaking from his fingers.
The lock of magic was opened at twelve.
His hand released.
There will never be a more beautiful dream in this world.
"It's too ...... much like it." My lips trembled as my fingers gently grazed his brow, "Thank you ...... really too much alike."
Familiar face, familiar eyes, the person in front of me was simply him.
"Really so similar?" The voice changed, the tone changed, he held my hand on his face, a smile on his lips, "Call me by my name."
"Lu...... Seifer."
His face came closer and he smiled, "Give you a kiss."
I cupped his head and carefully touched his lips.
But he suddenly held me in his arms.
I hugged him back tightly, "Birthing me with someone else, tricking me into bed, playing with me for thousands of years, and actually letting me treat him like a father ...... At the end of the day, he died in such unexplained circumstances ...... Shalieh, can you imagine how I feel? He really went too far."
"But he loved you."
"He loves Jehovah."
"I'm not lying to you."
"If he loved me he wouldn't make me call him Dad."
He didn't say anything, only reached for my belt with one hand and gently pulled it open. The pants fell loosely and he reached into my panties and took hold of my bottom. I hastily pushed him away, "No, no need for that."
"Do it once. I won't tell anyone."
He spoke to me with this face, these eyes. I was all but defenseless.
"It hurts to see you like this." He sat up on the hexagonal table on the side of the balcony, unzipped his own pants, and gently stroked the part that had already raised its head, "Come."
When he smiles at me, I'm all six. Even if it's known to be fake.
I walk over to him like I've lost my mind, tugging down my panties, one leg drawn out, ready to sit down.
He stopped me, "Easy, it'll hurt." Then dipping into his own fluids, his fingertips gently penetrated me. I couldn't stand on my legs and he immediately held me with one hand and lubricated with the other. It was so familiar, with his eyebrows lowered and composed.
After he withdrew his hand, he rubbed the inside of my thigh a few times, "It's a little tight."
"Use the front all the time, of course it's going to be tight back there."
He took my waist in both hands and slowly lowered it down, "Relax, take it easy ...... Sit down gently, not too fast." His voice was gentle, yet it hurt more than any sharp object. The more like myself, the more difficult to forget.
He entered extremely slowly, and the tingling sensation spread rapidly from his lower body to his whole body. It wasn't until he was completely deep that he let go.
Like he had accomplished something great, he exhaled softly and looked up at me seriously, "Did it hurt?"
I shook my head, my lip almost bleeding from biting it.
"Then move slightly." Adding at the end, "Gently."
I pulled out slowly and sat down again, feeling his presence when I did. My whole body was wet with sweat, and each time I went deeper, my heart tingled like it was being held tight.
When I looked up again, it was just in time to meet his eyes.
He gazed at me, frowning softly.
Mind blurred for a moment. Angry and sad. I grabbed his shoulder and bit him hard on the lips, "Why did you lie to me?"
Reacted just as I did. Just about to apologize when he popped up, "Because I love you."
My eyes widened all of a sudden.
"I love you." He wrapped his arms around me and rammed his weight into the deepest part of me, not giving me a moment's space to breathe, "Isael, I love you."
"You, you ...... who the hell are you?" I shook my head, not daring to move, "Sallye, are you comforting me?"
He looked up, his eyes already a shade of red.
Behind the beaded curtain, Sharrier and Gabriel were walking by arm in arm.
The sky was cloudless and starry.
The lonely swings were silently watching each other.
"Fake, no way!" I hugged him like crazy, with all my strength to will the confinement, "I'm dreaming again ...... I do not want to wake up, Lucifer, you are not allowed to go! Don't leave until you're done! Or I'll kill you!"
"I'm not leaving. Won't leave." He pressed down on my head, kisses falling one by one, "Never going away."
I punched him hard on the back a couple times, "Every time you say that, every time you lie! I'm sick of your watered down manhood!"
He picked me up and pinned me to the desktop, knocking over a vase. He didn't say another word, just kept crashing heavily.
"Oooh, don't use such vile ...... vile means ...... Lucifer," I sobbed as I clung to his back, "Lucifer , don't go. Please, don't go."
"Don't go, definitely don't go."
"You lied!"
"I won't lie to you again." He braced his hands on either side of my head, "Isael, I do love you."
His tears fell into my eyes and slid down the corners of my eyes.
"I'll be good to you and we'll be happy. Trust me one last time, okay?"
I wrapped my arms around his neck and coaxed him like a child, patting him on the back, "Well, one last time."
The lonely swing swayed, full of stars.
Someone approached the balcony, but was pulled away by Sally Yeh in a "shhh" motion.
A thicker layer of beaded curtains came down, and the space was ours.
The remaining clothing was stripped away, layer by layer, and finally the two of them were naked and entwined.
Pain accompanied the pleasure, a burst of filling, a hint of melting through the body. The remaining tears spread askew with the shaking, flinging themselves out, glistening in the darkness as Torres's pearls.
There has always been such a wish since childhood, simple but always distant.
I could kiss him whenever I wanted.
The sashes got mixed up, the hair got mixed up.
He gently covered my lips, curled my tongue, and bit by bit, he went deeper, indistinguishably lingering.
The potential of his body was slowly being developed, Lucifer getting harder and harder. The muffled grunts of closed lips were no longer enough to vent, and I called his name softly.
Lucifer paused briefly, frowning, "Sorry, I got a little carried away."
I cupped his face, my eyes half-open, "I like your forgetfulness."
Lucifer slammed the kiss down, all but attacking.
The creaking of the table legs against the floor was ear-splitting, and couldn't cover the whimpers I leaked from his mouth and the watery sounds of bodies colliding.
Finally, someone had blundered in here. But he couldn't see us. Lucifer had long ago covered us with a wall of magic. As long as there was no noise from here, they couldn't find out. But making love with Lucifer, it was difficult to keep quiet, he only stopped his movements for a while, and before the man could leave, Lucifer had lifted my hips and slowly pulled out his desire. I was so anxious that I almost ate him out, but he stretched his critique into me and bent down to lick and fondle my parting. It didn't take long to lick it before he took the whole thing in and gobbled it up.
He almost killed me. Thankfully the man left and I was close to orgasm. Instead he stopped again.
I was just about to push him off and get it on myself when he rammed into me again, full of desire, at its peak, and at his fastest frequency. A steady stream of fluids ran down my body as I moved, mixing with the sweat and soaking my body, even my hair.
"How does it feel?" He gasped.
"Mmm ...... mmm." I broke off, "It's okay ...... it's okay ......"
The shaking continued for a while before the water suddenly stopped.
Misty saw him tilt his head back languidly, the tips of his hair dancing lightly, and the movement of his arousal actually brought me to the top as well.
The stars stopped swaying, and the swing stood still in the courtyard.
The world disappeared. Full and loaded with his gentle gaze.
Possibly because of the drink, I was particularly tired afterward and stayed in a blur. Cleaning up, dressing, organizing, he seemed to do it all. All I knew was to grab his hand and not let him run away.
The next day, I woke up with a throbbing pain in my hip from the inside out. Then I looked at the sheets and it was miserable.
What a spring dream.
But a subconscious glance out the window immediately revealed a city full of black buildings, as well as a few flying dragons and countless bats in the air. Another look at the infinitely upward stretching Optimus Prime was a bit of a flashback.
Getting out of bed and wiggling his ass to walk in order to suppress the massive pain.
Looking out the window at the other end, the courtyard pool was filled with blooming black roses.
I, am, in Abyssal Manean, the Temple of Kad.
The compound was densely packed with minotaurs, and Mammon stood at the front of the queue, holding a tobacco stick with a little red star on it. He walked back and forth a few times as the smoke road in all directions. Beryl and Mullin stood side by side on the steps, motionless.
The very vibrant morning of the magic world was so quiet that all that remained was the sound of the black dragon shaking its wings.
But, what are these people doing here?
Someone knocked on the door of the temple. Before I could ask permission, several maids came straight in and changed my clothes with seven hands.
I took a look at the black color and frowned at the lack of steps to wear it.
The next moment, I froze.
Lucifer walked in with it, in a tuxedo that seemed to resemble the one I had. He tugged at his gloves and froze as he took one look at me and the maid in a standoff. Taking another look at the gown, he said in a daze, "You've got the wrong one, this is my spare, His Highness Michael's is white, go change."
Those maids answered, and Mi ran out in broken steps.
Lucifer walked over to me, eyes half closed, and kissed me.
"Did you sleep well, baby."
I blinked and looked at him. "Lucifer."
"Hmm?"
"Lucifer."
"Uh, I am."
"Lucifer."
"What's wrong?"
I wrapped my arms around him, "It just occurred to me that you lied to me again."
Lucifer let out a soft laugh. "Where did I?"
"You told me yesterday that you didn't come back to life and you have the nerve to lie about it?"
"I wasn't resurrected in the first place. I didn't die at all."
"Huh?"
"When I went to dismantle the sword, Jehovah had already used the power of God to shatter it. But because I was too close to the place where the sword was joined, I fell unconscious for almost a year, and only recently woke up."
I was busy furtively working on him, "Really? So is there a problem now?"
"Yes." He grinned, "So you have to hurt me."
"Hey, I'll hurt you." My eyes curved and I looked downward.
Lucifer pinched my nose, and tugged and shook it. "Where were you thinking."
"But why would God do that?"
"Who knows." Lucifer looked away, looking into the distance, "Anyway, the war stopped, but not the houses. In case we fight again someday for some reason, we'll still be at loggerheads."
"We'll talk about the future later."
"Stay in the demon realm and never leave again."
I turned back to make sure he wasn't joking. "That's not possible, I have my own circle of life."
"You want to be my enemy?"
"That's for later, just be happy now."
"You, you're just too stubborn." Lucifer sighed softly and stroked my head, "Another twenty days or so will be the day of the Fallen Sky, any plans to spend it here?"
"Let's go to the Eros feast."
Lucifer froze.
"You would want to?"
"I'm going to hunt beautiful women."
"Isael, you ......"
"Fooled you. With you, everyone else is bland." I flicked his bottom, "Last night ...... was great."
Lucifer took my hand, "Don't."
"You don't get excited that easily do you, calm sire Lucifer."
Lucifer's grip grew tighter, bringing me towards his arms. It was cold in the magic realm in the dead of winter, and the Hall of Kad was enlivened with a fireplace, sparking with fire. I held him quietly, though I knew he already wanted to do something else.
"Isael," he said as his hands began to dig into my shirt again, "I feel so happy."
"I'm happy too, let's get a little more sexual."
He was too polite to let me be direct. I yanked him straight into his fully dressed clothes when a grumble came from the door.
"Michael, don't think I'm afraid to clean up after you just because you have the boss over you!"
"Chen Sazler, when did you turn into such a temper? Calm down, calm down ...... alas, people have just made up, it's only right that we canceled the meeting, wasted several days, gave up the reunion with our families, and stood waiting for a morning inside this bird-less compound."
"Huh? His Majesty is going to start groping each other with His Highness? Then what are we doing here? Let's go let's go!"
Lucifer responded out of nowhere, pushing me away and turning his head to look at them.
The Three Musketeers fell collectively silent, hanging their heads in acknowledgement.
Lucifer poked his head out the window. Mammon caught the look and snapped his fingers at the crowd of bullheads, his hand gesturing one, two, three -
"Dad - I was wrong - "
Then Beryl stepped forward in a chirpy voice, not loud but quite clear: "Dad, I was wrong."
Sweat ...... What is this?
I looked at Beryl dumbfounded.
Mammon snapped his fingers again.
"Daddy - I won't be rude to you next time - brother and daddy love me -" Minotaur started singing again.
Belly Mercury said again, "Daddy - next time I won't be rude to you - brother and daddy love me."
I then realized that outside of Pandemonium South, it was surrounded by the children of the Demon Realm. Those who had wings and couldn't squeeze in, flew in mid-air, those who didn't, were graved into a pie in the doorway, and there were even those who rode black Pegasus in the air to visit. But, no one spoke, no one sighed, no one moved, everyone consulted in general, piles of eyes swept in unison, looking at us, as if the world was nothing but eyes.
In the midst of such violent laughter, Mammon actually managed to come over to us with a serious look on his face, "Beryl, brother loves you too."
A bolt of lightning struck down and Mammon burned to a crisp.
Belial grunted and turned around.
I also said to Lucifer with a serious look on my face, "Don't force kids to do that kind of thing, they'll grow up to be psychologically twisted."
"It was his own idea. Except for that brother, it was Mammon who forced him to add it. He wouldn't let him apologize unless he added it."
Oh. Forcing him to add the brother, and then running off on his own to respond with a line about how much his brother loves you too.
Mammon Jedi.
"If only our oldest son were here." I let out a sigh, "Whew, one must learn to be content."
"Actually, he ......"
"What?"
Lucifer thought for a moment, "Nothing."
"Come on, tell me."
"Well, actually ......" He gestured outside. Mammon raised his scythe. All the minotaurs pinched their stomachs and yelled at the top of their lungs, "Baby ------ let's - -get married ----"
The sound shook the sky. The devils outside the door glared at each other.
I was on cloud nine again. When I turned around again, Lucifer was holding my hand, unfolding all five fingers and placing a small, beautifully crafted box. Surprised beyond words, I slowly unfolded the lid of the box and a diamond ring appeared inside.
Lucifer pinched the tip of my ring finger and slowly slipped the ring in. He kept his head down, patient and meticulous.
It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen him look.
The ring slid to the base of the ring finger. He took a light breath, looked up, and smiled slightly, "Let's get married."
Even though it was a very romantic moment, even though Lucifer was a little nervous, and even though I shouldn't have interrupted such beauty, but, I couldn't help but interrupt. I asked, very seriously, very touchingly, "Daddy, are you asking me to marry you?"
The people at the bottom must have wondered why Lucifer was blushing so hard. But I'm even more petty than he is, and I like to get back at people. He forced me to call him Dad, so I called him a thorough one.
He got angry and sealed my lips hard with a kiss.
The people at the bottom must have thought that we were a done deal, and the cheers boiled over, wave after wave, all reaching the door, driving the whole Magic City.
Lucifer pulled the curtains closed, his nature revealed, "Isael, I am proposing."
"Dad, what did I say wrong?" I was still teasing him.
With an evil glint in his eyes, he pushed me on the bed and heaved himself up, "Then dad will start to love you from now on."
I rolled over and pressed him down, "Let me honor dad."
"My son is young, how can dad afford to make you work hard." He pinned me down again, not giving me another chance, and started swishing and pulling at my clothes, making a show of eating me up.
Of course I didn't let him get away with it, and pressed down on his hands. He couldn't play me in close combat.
"Do not be afraid, Your Highness Michael." He was addicted to playing and the more his small-minded nature showed the more bottomless he became, "Show me your highness's beautiful body ......"
"Not yet, there is something to be said." I interrupted him.
He stopped and looked at me.
"I promise."
"Huh?"
"Get married."
Lucifer's eyes softened, and the drop of skin that had begun to set in tightened. The clothes I had just put on came off again.
A vulture from the third prison circled by.
In the heavy clouds, the beautiful and dreamy ship slowly, thin wings dancing, like the disillusionment of a thousand years of cloud smoke.
In fact, Lucifer and I did not attend the Feast of Eros afterward, with the excuse that we were old, that it was a place for children to play, and that it would be better to let Mammon and Beryl and the others go. Nonetheless, the news that he and I hadn't left the Halls of Kad for over a month spread through the demon world. Lucifer was delayed in his official duties because of this, and later had to ask me to share the burden for him. Then who will help me after I return to the Heavenly Realm?
The demonic world has always been very free-spirited, and gay marriages are still tied with great care. Two nights before the wedding, I tried on the dress and realized something was wrong. Simply with white magic world style. Lucifer this Yin man, trying to trick me into "marrying" him. I was about to go after him when I turned around and saw Mammon leaning against the door.
Mammon seemed to have had a few drinks and her eyes were misty. The pointed ears were white, and the seven black pearl studs stood out because of it.
"That dress is very nice." He braced himself against the wall and stood up straight without realizing he had been staggering, "You look good in anything."
Actually, it had been dreading seeing them. Beryl was just that, Mammon ...... alas, Mammon. He may not be as wise as Beryl, but he is smarter than Beryl. His eyes were like Lucifer's at times, insightful.
As soon as I meet him, I can't help but wonder if he already knows about my bloodline with Lucifer.
It was an embarrassment that Lucifer and I could never tell, and it was even more of an embarrassment for Mammon and Beryl.
Something like that would have to remain a secret for the rest of our lives.
"Thanks." That was all I could say.
"You're welcome." His eyes were closed and the corners of his mouth were smiling, "Tomorrow I'm going to Smyrl's Old Castle, and it may be half a month before I'm back. Because of the urgency of the situation, I may not be able to attend your wedding. I'm sorry."
"What about Beryl."
"He's not going. He's become a celebrity in his circle lately, who cares about his jilted brother sometimes."
So much so that I didn't know how to answer at all.
The other day was Mullin's birthday. He passed his exams with flying colors and became the head of Belial's close service. I heard that on that day, he and Belial had visited old friends from the slave ship, William Jones, who looked like a pirate. Then, Beryl gave Mullin a birthday party in Rodeooga, I was upstairs and saw Beryl in the hall surrounded by countless handsome and handsome men, although none of the conditions were as good as Mammon, but it was definitely a big temptation for the women and Zero. Beryl had long since gotten rid of her low self-esteem and introversion, and smiled brightly, with a bit of the flirtatiousness she had when she was with Mammon. I've also heard it said that nowadays, if anyone dares to laugh at his flaws, he only needs to raise his hand to take care of that person. Then the six diamonds that cover it up sparkle.
To be ahead of himself in everything he did, such he had long understood. But with Mammon it wasn't in control. Maybe it was because of deep love, maybe it was because of the blood tie.
He was just as lazy as ever, and was slammed by the Celestial Realm for it as the original sin of laziness. However, Beryl looked good now. All the hurt and pain as if it had never existed.
Only, the little piggy who would plop down in someone's arms and be soft and gooey and pamper his brother was gone.
Every day, I think, he grows.
Mammon grew up, too. Now that he stood in front of me, he really did seem to have gotten taller than me. Though still thin, his shoulders were much broader and his features had become deeper. No longer the little cane who was so naughty that he wanted to be flattened.
He also doesn't move around and fuss over me like he did back then.
His smile hasn't changed, but it has changed drastically.
He left in style, leaving only a message, "Have fun."
His back disappeared into the lighted corridor. In that moment, I always had the illusion that Mammon would never come back.
And so it was. Half a month later, he sent a message directly to Lucifer, saying that he was going to stay in the Fourth Prison for a long time and wanted to remodel that ghost town-like place. After Lucifer agreed, he really never came back.
The days continued to pass slowly and peacefully.
After many more years, I suddenly thought of the night we made up and my face popped with bruises. Lucifer said he would be good to me. Be good to me? Good my ass! I flipped that off to him and said look at the dinky credibility you have. Lucifer turned his head and gave me a vague smile. I asked him what he was smiling about, and he said, "I thought you'd changed after all these years. I didn't realize that when you get excited, you're still a child."
I have long been a mature man, not and this small-minded watery old man fox little bitch, grimaced and said, "Someone is still crying because of my childish behavior, ugly."
His Majesty the Demon King said faintly, "And you begged me not to leave you."
"You ......" I threw a pillow at his head.
Poor wives fail. After many years apart, Lucifer also began to do not know what tenderness is, when the lover's romance has long disappeared without a trace, a pillow to me to fly back. Then we wrestled on the bed, so ugly.
From then on, I must say to everyone: don't get married ah, marriage is the grave of love, and then the perfect lover once married also become a bad old man, Lucifer and I fight every day, which also talk about what the mood. He told me every day that I could be at the top when I wanted to be at the top and at the bottom when I wanted to be at the bottom. Unlike him, I'm not born a dead glass, of course I want to be on top. But he didn't keep his word, was on me more, couldn't stand it and wanted to rebel, so he pressed me down to get a thorough.
Then another day, I asked him, you in the end for what to install those two swords. He gave me a look and didn't say anything. The Three Musketeers were there at the time, and the three looked at me, then at my head, looked at each other, and shook their heads in unison. Lucifer, who had just been messed with by me at the time and was dog-tempered, turned around and said flatly, "You'll never know."
Won't is won't, and add never. Look at his face.
Jehovah's calendar, eight hundred and seventy-three thousand one hundred and fourteen Birdo, January 1, another Creation Day. I stepped through the gates of the Holy of Holies, along with countless archangels, praying for the sanctity and future of the heavenly realm.
Golden light and ten thousand horses flew through the Imperial Capital, and the sacred bells echoed in bursts.
The Right Wing of the Heavenly God, my son, the Divine Mehania, sits at one side of the Imperial Throne, assisting the Almighty Creator along with Jesus ****.
It was only when I accidentally turned over the broken words he had written on a piece of paper that I realized that he too had a favorite and had a lifelong dream of guarding that person.
At the moment, his eyes were closed peacefully.
Look, he's standing up, he's folding his arms across his chest, he's fulfilling his dream.
"Be anxious for nothing, but in all things present your requests to the Lord with supplications and prayers, with thanksgiving; so that the peace of the Lord, which surpasses all understanding, may be steadfast in your hearts and minds in Christ Jesus. Hallelujah."
"Hallelujah."
"Hallelujah."
"Hallelujah."
The imperial capital was filled with golden light, the wings of God.
The wings of the divine bird, the brocade phoenix, coiled around the temple, the cross, and the flowers of God's beauty.
At its feet was the city that never sleeps, St. Furia. It flourishes in splendor year-round, it glows with light and hope, like the eternal sun.
Golden chariots, petals, watery light, and flying horses. The places they carry are etched with the traces of time, the vicissitudes of age.
In the heaven of the brightest, the hell of the darkest, we are all a drop in the ocean, falling and rising in the waves of history.
We are the holy angels, the gods of light, searching for hope in the midst of a thousand years of lost pride.
We will not be afraid, we will not be disappointed, we will try our best to break through, God is faith.
No matter if the sky is dark or the earth is crumbling, our inner selves will always be proud.
We remember.
We are in the same world, dreaming the same dream.
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