The Entirety Of Hell Knows That Satan Has A Lover Chapter 15: chapter15

Chapter 15

Yawei looked at the gate of **** that was getting farther and farther away from him, and then at Lucy who brought him back.

Well, consider it a walk in hell.

Feeling that Yawei has really let go of the idea of ​​rushing away, Lucifer is in a great mood. The smile on the road makes all the demons look down, and their hands are holding each other with neither light nor heavy strength. A clasped-fingers situation.

Lucifer likes the atmosphere of Yahweh by his side, quiet and quiet, blocking the hustle and bustle of the world.

This kind of Yawei made him see the figure of the "past".

Similar but different.

Lucifer was an inseparable part of him, even if he gave up his title, it would be useless. Lucifer could not deny that when he recalled the past, his heart was filled with unspeakable pain, but what Yahweh brought him was not pain, but another path full of light. There are no shadows on this road, only clean light, which can be seen at a glance.

The silver-haired beauty he likes has an arrogance that is close to being clean.

Although——

The other party seems to have never felt that he has this part of the trait.

Lucifer thought of Yahweh's usual attitude of not even looking at ordinary fallen angels, and felt amused in his heart, but Yahweh still felt that he had a good temper.

Stepping on the steps before entering the palace, Lucifer thought for a while looking at the long hair brushing the steps under Yahweh's cloak. Yahweh's silver hair just hangs down to the ground, which is as beautiful as moonlight. However, the environmental protection of **** is relatively poor, and the ground is not as spotless as heaven, so there are bound to be some tragedies.

"Yawei, are you sure you don't want to cut it shorter?"

“…”

Yahweh ignored Lucifer's proposal with an indifferent expression.

Clean magic fixes everything.

Lucifer squeezed his palm, indicating that he said it unintentionally. If Yawei really liked long hair so much, he would treat it kindly. After all, when he was on the bed, the way Yawei's long hair fell down was so beautiful that it seemed like a kind of artistic conception.

Bathing should be similar? The silver hair floated on the surface of the water, shining brightly.

Lucifer hid a bunch of twists and turns in his heart. After returning, he quietly hinted that it was time for Yahweh to take a bath.

Yawei was holding a pile of bath products at a loss, and the daze in his eyes could almost be seen.

Have cleaning magic and need a shower? Isn't it clean?

"Yawei, bathing is a very enjoyable thing. You can't solve everything with magic." Lucifer said the truth seriously, and opened the door for Yawei, and there was a steaming bath inside. The floor is paved with black crystal stones, smooth and crystal clear, making Yawei, who is standing barefoot on the ground, look more dusty. The contrast between white and black is very strong.

Looking at Yawei's displeasure, Lucifer hooked his fingers around his waistline, "Do you want me to help?"

"No, I will do it myself."

Yawei stared at him vigilantly, and immediately became [happy].

Kindly closing the door for Yawei, Lucifer laughed silently when he went out. If he can't see it now, it doesn't mean he won't see it in the future.

After taking a bath, the silver-haired beauty has more fragrant attributes, and her skin is reddish, which softens his own coldness, which makes Satan's index finger move. Lucifer felt that he had raised the lower limit of the entire hell, and in order to successfully win Yahweh's heart, he could even hold back the thought of this.

Yawei only wore a simple white dress, which was very flimsy and could be torn off with a light tug.

Of course, Yahweh will not know this.

Lucifer praised the preparations of the fallen angel's attendants, and hugged Yawei's waist as in the past few days, Yawei also closed his eyes and prepared to rest in peace.

Suddenly Yahweh's body tensed and he felt a hand on his thigh.

Smoothly caress.

Yawei grabbed the hand and said in a low voice, "Lu Xi!"

Lucifer felt the skin that was only separated by a layer of robes under his palm, no longer moved, but stuck to Yawei's neck and murmured: "Let me touch it, okay?" The voice was like the bewitching of a devil, people knew it was intentional, but they couldn't bear to blame him for half a word.

But Yawei is not in the range of bewitching, calmly said: "Not good."

Lucifer sneered, put his hands on his waist again, and hugged the beauty who rejected him tightly.

"Sleep."

Anyway, it's already taken advantage of.

Lucifer was delighted to know nothing about Yahweh, and had already slept together, which was close to the intimacy of a lover.

While falling asleep, the bad memories that Lucifer had neglected for a while reappeared.

Probably because of the abstinence every day, this time the dream was extremely vivid and fragrant. The object of the dream had a vague but cold face, and silver hair scattered on the bed. Lucifer only needs to substitute the image of Yahweh for a little bit, and his uncontrollable heartbeat accelerates, as if the bottomless abyss is urging his Satan to attack the angels earlier.

The beauty of Yahweh has never been seen before, and it transcends the boundaries of his perception of gender.

Lucifer fell in love with him at first sight, so he was attracted by his appearance and temperament, and he further thought of wanting to have a deeper relationship.

Good night's sleep.

After waking up, Lucifer found that Yahweh was sleeping on top of him, sleeping with his neck crossed, and his bodies were next to each other without gaps.

Lucifer felt a little bad in his heart, he didn't need to look, he could feel the heat rising from somewhere, clinging to Yawei's thigh. The most helpless thing was that Yawei still didn't respond, and occasionally moved his body, just to change to a more comfortable sleeping position.

Lucifer took a deep breath, turned over and overwhelmed the next offender, Yawei.

Yawei woke up suddenly, "What are you doing!"

"Nothing." Lucifer's voice was hoarse, "Yahweh, I feel a little uncomfortable."

Yawei's drowsiness was frightened away.

Lucifer pressed Yawei tightly, and the abnormality under his body became obvious. He kissed the corner of Yawei's lips, "That's it, don't move, I like you the most."

Cold sweat dripped from Yawei, "... Lucy, calm down."

Lucifer bit his neck, neither light nor heavy, as if scratching his heart, "Yahweh, do you have me in your heart?"

Yawei looked at Lucifer's side face, and he could still see the shadow of the shining morning star. No one knows how much painstaking effort the creator who created Lucifer spent on his perfect creation. What poured into Seraphim Archangel Lucifer was not only power, but also the feelings of the Creator.

At that time, there was no living creature in the world.

Lucifer is the angel most like God, because he was created by God according to his appearance.

"Do you like me?"

"Like it."

Facing Lucifer's inquiry, Yahweh instinctively gave an answer.

A pure sentence of liking.

Without any hesitation, it was unexpectedly straightforward.

There seemed to be a slight touch on Lucifer's scarred core. At first it was trembling, and then it gradually turned into a sharp pain like cutting out the heart. He endured the pain of the recurrence of the old disease, and calmed Yawei's tension with a few words, and when Yawei recovered, he found that the heat that made him uneasy had subsided.

Lucifer supported his upper body with his arms, and his black hair fell on Yawei's body, creating a great sense of oppression invisibly, "Yahweh, I rarely like something, but I do like you."

Yawei's golden pupils are so clear that they can illuminate the soul.

Lucifer asked again: "Will you always remain like this?"

Yawei: "..."

"Did my words embarrass you?" Lucifer remembered the identity of the Seraph, and said soothingly, "I don't mind whether I go back to heaven or stay in hell." To the point of enduring, Lucifer's voice was unsteady, "You have a good rest, I'll go out for a while."

He got out of bed and left the bedroom quickly.

Yahweh hesitated for a moment, and shouted: "Lu Xi!"

Lucifer didn't look back.

No amount of love words can be finished in this state. Lucifer leaned against the wall, holding his left chest with his hand. The heart core in his chest was beating rapidly, sending out bursts of sharp pain, proving that it had never healed. He was once shot down to **** by God, and his core was shattered. If he didn't want to die, he had to accept the power of the bottomless abyss.

A cavity of resentment supported his fall.

Even if a heart of darkness has been reshaped, scars are left on it.

The pain reminded him to remember hatred and humiliation, but he never thought that there would be problems today.

At the corner, Yawei rushed over, still stepping on the ground barefoot, with slightly disheveled silver hair and elegant white clothes. After admiring the beauty's behavior, Lucifer showed his usual frivolous look, trying to divert her attention, "Yawei, are you in a hurry to come to me to confess?"

Yahweh interrupted his imagination.

"Lu Xi, is there something wrong with your core?"

“…”

Lucifer looked at him, how could Yahweh know something that no one could notice?

Yawei raised his hand and wanted to reach out, but he was worried about something.

In the end, he looked at Lucifer with a guilty conscience, "Let me check it out, I know some cures."

Lucifer shook his head, "No need."

In one sentence, it means that he did not deny the authenticity of the scars before Yahweh.

Yahwei felt even more uncomfortable, and said softly: "Is it the scar left by the creation/world celebration? I remember that fallen angels can shape the body, and the core can also be reshaped."

Lucifer raised Yahweh's chin, and Yahweh let him do so, with a persistent look on his face.

"The scars are left by me."

Therefore, there is no need to heal, because it is impossible to heal.