The eyes of Constantine and Lucifer both fell on Schiller. From the look in their eyes, Schiller could tell what they wanted to say, which was nothing more than "You are really brave."
In fact, in his heart, he also felt this way about the behavior of his original Schiller. He was really brave.
Let’s not talk about anything else. When Schiller saw an angel descending in front of him, the first reaction of the young Schiller was not to run away screaming, nor to pray, but to run up and pull off one of the angel’s feathers. What kind of thinking is this?
"At that time, I was very surprised after he successfully lost my feather. This made me realize that my disguise was not perfect. But what shocked me even more was that the feather that Schiller had pulled off was still there.
A wound was left on my wings, which became a flaw in my disguise in the world."
Constantine was even more confused. He asked: "You just said you were not injured, and why did you say that the plucked feather left a wound on you?"
"The cause of the wound was not the lack of feathers, but the fact that I thought I was missing a feather. When I thought that my disguise was incomplete, it really became incomplete."
Constantine sighed and understood what was going on? The world of occultism can be said to be an extremely idealistic world, where it is not uncommon for concepts and ideas to influence reality.
The cognition of a powerful creature like Lucifer is enough to change reality. His power is equivalent to a game master, who can modify any reality from another level that is higher than everything else.
But it is precisely because of this high authority that he holds the sharpest spear and the strongest shield at the same time. When he thinks he has a wound on his body, it is equivalent to writing a line of attack instructions, and then using this
Execute the attack command to attack your own defense command.
After the command conflict, the attack command has higher authority than the defense command. The moment this recognition is formed, Lucifer has a wound. To a certain extent, this is the disadvantage of believing that it is true, because as long as it is true, it is true.
Even though they are intelligent creatures and possess human nature and emotions, there will always be times when they cannot control their own thoughts.
"What's worse is that I can't deceive myself that this wound doesn't exist." Lucifer shook his head and said.
"Why?" Constantine asked.
"Because he refused to return the feather to me." Lucifer focused on Schiller again and said, "No matter what I say, he just won't return it to me."
Schiller saw Constantine slowly stretch out his hand and give him a thumbs up in the shadow under the bed board.
"Then why didn't you kill him?" Constantine asked.
He is relatively familiar with Lucifer. This King of Hell is not a friend of humans. In other words, he hates humans, just like all demons. Of course, until now, this disgust also includes Constant.
Ding’s contribution.
He is no longer Lucifer Morningstar, the archangel in heaven. Now, he is in hell with the devil, so of course he will not stop killing people. The lives of ordinary people are not important to him at all.
"Because I'm not sure if I kill him, that feather will disappear forever. If that's the case, the wound will never heal, and my disguise in the world will never be perfect."…
Lucifer shook his head and said: "At first, I thought he was young and ignorant. He might think the feathers are very beautiful, so he wanted to keep them by himself. So, I planned to come back to him after a while. Anyway, you humans have grown very fast.
Soon, it only takes a dozen years to become an adult."
"Thank you, I know your lifespan is unlimited." Constantine shot back mercilessly.
"Originally, I had almost forgotten about this matter, but suddenly, I sensed a mysterious summons..." Lucifer frowned and said, "I don't remember that I left a summoning mark for anyone.
, but there was indeed a power calling me, so I went to check it out."
"After arriving, I found out that it was a hospital. Following that force through the halls and rooms of the hospital, I saw Schiller in the corridor wearing a doctor's uniform. At that time, he seemed to be an intern.
"
"What did you say?" Constantine asked.
"I recognized him as the little boy who plucked my feathers out. I thought he had changed his mind and wanted to return the feathers to me. But he said he hoped to use my power to stop the little girl inside from crying.
"
"I thought he was proposing a deal. As long as I helped him, he would return the feather to me, so I helped him. I found that the little girl was crying, as if she was chosen by the devil. I helped her
Get rid of that demon and the matter will be solved."
Constantine looked at Schiller, now he knew what happened to Angela.
Angela suddenly couldn't see the devil. In fact, it was because Schiller summoned Lucifer and directly crushed the devil to death. The curse imposed by the devil was gone, so she naturally couldn't see the devil.
"You haven't gotten your feather back yet. In other words, you helped Schiller do something, but he didn't pay your bill??" After Constantine finished speaking, he looked at Schiller again with that look.
, and then gave him a thumbs up again.
The main reason why Constantine can survive to this day is because he is very knowledgeable about current affairs. He knows who can be provoked and who cannot be provoked, whose debts can be relied on and whose debts cannot be tolerated.
Obviously, Lucifer is on the list of people who cannot be trusted. He is not an ordinary demon, and Constantine doesn't know how strong he is.
"That's right, he still doesn't plan to return the feathers to me, but he proposed another way to pay off the debt."
"What is it?" Schiller asked, narrowing his eyes.
"He said he could provide me with many strange and interesting things."
"What is that?" Constantine asked with some confusion.
"I didn't know it at the time, but I was a little curious, so I just let him have his way. Not long after, he brought me a human soul. He said it was the soul of a serial murderer."
"I have seen too many human souls. I am not one of those devils in hell. I do not need to absorb souls to maintain my strength. Devouring the souls of other creatures does not make sense to me."
"But he told me that the interesting part of this soul is not the energy of the soul, but the memory of the soul. I can see many wonderful stories there, including how the murderer committed one bloody crime after another.
.”…
"At that time, my bar business entered a bottleneck period, and it was the cold season. I was bored. I thought this kind of entertainment was better than nothing, so I swallowed that soul and saw his memory."
Lucifer leaned back on his chair, raised his head and glanced at the ceiling, and said with some sigh: "I have to admit that you humans always come up with all kinds of tricks when persecuting your own kind."
"Some of the techniques are surprising even to me. Sometimes, I will take the perspective of the murderer to see how those ugly human souls struggle. Sometimes, I will also take the perspective of the detective.
perspective, to see how the murderer committed the crime from a human perspective."
Constantine nodded, and he understood that Schiller actually found Lucifer a large-scale real-life 3D holographic crime game to play when he was bored, and developed him into a detective enthusiast.
In fact, it is very reasonable. A person whose strength reaches Lucifer's level can basically be said to have no desires or desires. He has become an omniscient and omnipotent existence, and can modify reality at will. There is nothing he cannot do.
Theoretically speaking, after reaching this level, you have two choices, either to become a completely ruthless concept that operates according to rules and logic, or to start to have fun for yourself crazily.
Obviously, Lucifer belongs to the latter, otherwise, he would not sit on the throne of the King of Hell and come to the west coast of the human world, open a bar, and even share the peak season.
"After I weighed it up, I thought it was quite a bargain to exchange one feather for so many stories."
"Schiller kept providing me with stories. When we passed through the West Coast, we would also chat in the bar about the idea of exploring the eucalyptus. I found that he was a very strange person. He would rather put himself in danger.
I keep approaching those serial murderers, but they are not willing to give me my feathers back."
Constantine looked at Schiller and asked: "So, why are you unwilling to return the feather to him? Is there any powerful power in this feather?"
Lucifer shook his head and said: "No. There is no power on the feather. I have already said it. It is just a concept and part of my disguise. It does not have any energy and cannot be used. If it is necessary, what is the use?
If so, it might not be bad as a decoration."
"Perhaps I really just want to be a decoration?" Schiller took a sip of water and said: "Meeting an angel is a one-in-a-million chance, but I can actually grab one from an angel's wing.
Feather, of course I will take this feather back as a trophy and put it in my trophy cabinet."
"As for the angel himself coming to ask for... you don't want me to pluck out your feathers, so why did you let me get close to you in the first place?" Schiller looked at Lucifer, who was stunned by his eyes, and he said: "
What's wrong with you? Did you really hit your head?"
"You told me before that you felt sorry and it was just because you were young that you did this. I also forgave you because we had become friends by that time."
"Then you are still urging me to work?" Schiller stared at Lucifer and said, Lucifer spread his hands and said: "Don't say that, it's just a joke. What I mean is, hurry up and come up with some stories, let's
We can go have a drink together, just like in the past..."
Constantine turned his attention to Schiller again, and Schiller said: "I don't know, I have lost my memory, don't ask me."
Schiller cleared his throat, looked at Lucifer and said: "You gave me a token, and I searched for stories about criminals for you. I think our relationship can be called that of a god and his
Is he the Pope?"
"What you said is too rigid." Lucifer put an arm on the back of the chair and said, "I don't need to preach, so why do I need the Pope? We are just friends who get along very well."
"If I want to be a god, why should I betray heaven? If I enjoy the right to command believers, why should I leave hell? I just want to come here to enjoy life, don't drag me into those boring relationships
Already."
"I mean theoretically, theoretically speaking, if we look at it from a more reasonable, critical, objective and cold perspective, we should have this kind of relationship, right?"
"If you insist, fine, you are my pope."
Schiller nodded with satisfaction, and then Lucifer heard him say: