The music was still melodious, the atmosphere in the nightclub was still so ambiguous, and Maizi left with a flushed face after being kicked by Lucifer.
The atmosphere between the two angels was very strange. The murderer's fallen angel was smiling all over his face, while the killed angel's face was expressionless. The two looked at each other with big eyes and small eyes, as if they could see through their thoughts.
Same.
But it is obviously impossible. Even angels cannot control people's hearts.
"How do you feel after I die?" Amenadiel spoke first, because it was he who had something to do with Lucifer today.
"Relax, brother, I feel more relaxed than ever before, and the skin you have now looks better than that of a strong black man before."
Lucifer then pushed the glass of wine in front of him, leaving a ripple on the white tablecloth at the bottom of the glass.
"I thought you liked strong black males."
The old man picked up the wine and smelled it, but did not drink it, because the pollution in the world was too serious, and real angels would not drink from unclean springs.
"Wrong, my brother, I love every human being, regardless of skin color, age, appearance, male or female, health or not, wealth, I love them just as they love me. I'm afraid this is a feeling you can't understand.
Because your job is to guard hell, and hell is so boring."
The blond devil blinked and said playfully to the old man.
"You are imitating God, but in fact only He can love everyone. You are just imitating poorly. Your pride does not allow you to fall in love with anyone. But whatever, it seems that you still remember that you are always connected to heaven.
.”
"Haha, sometimes I think about you. It seems that Deathstroke ran to heaven and made a lot of troubles before, but he accidentally repaired the 'Angel Reincarnation Pool', and the mysterious universe resurrected you again? And you didn't go crazy.
"
Not angry at what the angel said, Lucifer showed a charming smile. He reached out to touch his brother's hand and said with a smile:
"Seriously, you look good, for an angel who has just completed his reincarnation."
Unless heaven is completely shattered, angels will not be 'killed' in the conventional sense. The enemy will only destroy their physical bodies, and the holy souls will return to the pool of reincarnation, waiting for light to reshape them.
For a long time, there was a problem in heaven, and all the angels seemed to have been brainwashed by something. But Deathstroke's actions not long ago seemed to have made things better?
However, what about heaven? Lucifer has nothing to do with him. He can even leave his own hell behind.
"Don't talk about the past between you and me, Lucifer. I knew you were the king of deceit and a traitor from the beginning. Don't show off your knowledge about your hometown. Now let's talk about business."
The white-haired angel withdrew his hand, took out a notepad from his inner pocket, and placed it on the table, pretending to push it to the man.
"Don't look, it's boring, it has nothing to do with me." Lucifer directly threw out three consecutive resistances, and was about to stand up and leave: "I have plans tonight, if you don't want to leave, then please feel free to do it, I will call
Maizi will invite some beauties from hell for you to make sure that you can feel unforgettable tonight even without that organ, haha."
"Stop! Lucifer Morningstar!"
Amenadiel suddenly stood up, the gray wings behind him suddenly spread out, and the time around him suddenly seemed to have been pressed on the pause button, becoming infinitely slow:
"Listen to me, this diversity is now under threat. You don't want to see all human beings extinct, right?"
"Oh? Should I remind you that I am the eldest angel? Do you think I was scared of God since I was a child?!"
Lucifer's eyes burned with the flames of hell, proving that his power was far greater than Amenadiel's, but he still stopped. He realized that this was the human world, and immediately withdrew his power, stretched out his hand to touch his nose, and turned his face:
"Tell me what's going on, otherwise I won't believe it."
"Look at this, this is what I discovered." Amenadiel picked up the notebook on the table and threw it to Lucifer: "There is something in this world that is helping people realize their wishes."
"Ha, you seemed to have mentioned Hell's main business just now, is this it?" Lucifer opened the book in his hand and squinted at the text: "I also know that many institutions operate with this mechanism. You
I didn’t see the so-called annihilation crisis.”
Helping people realize their wishes is the specialty of devils. No matter what the wish is, they can hand over the soul with one hand and deliver it with the other hand.
Lucifer doesn't think there's any problem, it's just everyone getting what they need.
"No, this time it's new. There is no price for realizing a wish, at least I haven't seen it yet." Amenadiel opened his eyes wide. He leaned on the table, and the red blood in his eyeballs could be clearly seen:
"In this way, human desires are like mice in a bag. They will bite each other. When humans start competing to make wishes, it will be too late."
It is indeed something new, Lucifer has never seen this kind of operation method.
Isn't it just a loss if we only provide benefits without paying the price to the guests? Who would do this?
This is no longer a threat to the earth, but is also related to the three hells.
If everyone could make a wish and have it come true without any illness, disaster, or any side effects, then who would make a soul deal with the devil?
Without a soul, there is no future, and the same goes for any hell.
Especially when it comes to making wishes, they can be big or small. A child may want a toy or a bicycle, but the crazy people in society want what even Lucifer can't imagine.
So he sat down again, folded his hands and put them on the table: "Actually, you should go to the Justice League, not me."
"." Amenadiel didn't speak, he just pursed his lips and looked at his brother.
The blond man touched his hair and turned it into waist-length hair. Lucifer nodded:
"I understand, you, or someone behind you, want to contact 'that' Deathstroke through me, right? You think he can handle this."
"I don't know. I wasn't told much, so you can make an offer. What should I use in exchange for your help?"
Amenadiel sat up straight, like a prisoner awaiting sentence.
"Well, do you know what I have learned from living among humans? That is carpe diem. I have a guess about who is standing behind you now, so you tell it, I want a pass."
"What? I don't understand what you mean." Amenadiel frowned.
"As a sounding board, you don't have to understand, but hey, maybe one day some muscular, hairy priest will let you sit in his arms with your legs spread wide, and then you'll at least understand what 'passage' means,
Ha ha!"
The evil-minded Lucifer did not explain, but instead told a strong Christian joke. Then before Amenadiel wanted to refute, he continued:
"Stop talking nonsense to me. Do you want to leave on your own? Or do you want to listen to the angel expulsion spell I sing?"
"You are now so depraved that it makes people sick. My brother, you have insulted him and everyone." Amenadiel stood up, pointed at the demon's chest expressionlessly, and softly condemned,
It's like telling a regret.
The angel left in a ray of white light, leaving only Lucifer sitting alone in the darkness. He picked up the wine glass in front of him and drank it all, looked at the still lively dance floor, and murmured:
"You don't represent everyone, brother, you're not human at all."