All living beings in hell

Chapter 89 Cafe de Demonios (Devil Cafe)
The gate of the castle opened automatically for Lucifer, and the hall was filled with bright colors.

Black and red checkered floor tiles, colorful glass windows, and arched pillar walls on both sides of the towering Gothic roof.Devil servants in tuxedos, proudly wagging their arrow tails, shuttle between the pillars.There are coffee tables and chairs of various shapes in the hall, the conversation is noisy, and the various voices of the devils resonate and echo in this space.

"What would you like to drink?"

"Black coffee is fine."

As we walked towards the center of the hall, the passing devils either bowed or took off their hats when they saw Lucifer.

"Black coffee? It's so boring. Would you like to try the vampire special? Fresh Arabica coffee beans with freshly slaughtered sheep's blood, sounds good, right?"

"Sounds okay, but I'd still like black coffee."

Lucifer took me to sit down at a French-style cast iron table, and waved gracefully to one of the waiters.The goat-headed devil waiter immediately came to the side quickly, with one hand behind his back, and slightly bowed.

"Good day, beautiful Lucifer and distinguished guests from the East, my name is Lambert, I am very happy to serve you. What would you like to order today?" Lambert's voice is delicate and rhythmic, it is simply pleasant It's outrageous.

"Give me a glass of vampire special, this oriental guest, do you have any recommendations?"

"Chai? (tea) has just imported a batch of spices from India, all of which are high-quality cinnamon and cloves. You will like this guest." Lambert's tone has a special allure, which makes it difficult reject him.

"Okay, let's have chai tea then."

"Do you need something to eat? Today's special is the fresh ox-eye and foie gras tart."

"This sounds good, take two." Lucifer likes to make decisions for me.

"We used a unique condiment from China in this dish, hoping to bring you a home-like taste experience." Lambert leaned forward and looked at me with an irresistible smile.

"Okay, okay, whatever."

The charm of these Western devils is almost like magic. No wonder poets, painters, and musicians have always liked to make deals with devils since ancient times.If I were still a human being, I would probably be fascinated by it.

When Lambert left, Lucifer leaned his elbows on the table, interlaced his slender fingers, leaned his chin lightly on his fingers, and looked at me with red eyes.

"Tell me, little official Dongfang, what are your plans after this?"

"When the end is over, go back to hell and continue working."

"Writer... Writer, right? I've heard about you from other ghosts... Remember York?"

"York, of course, the poor fellow who put the shotgun in his mouth."

"Since that guy came back from your side, he has been clamoring for a course of treatment." Lucifer suddenly imitated York's tone and said, "We should also set up a psychological consultation room! There are hells in the east, and we have everything in the west." without!"

"Then what do you say?"

Lucifer looked at me with a smile: "Psychological counseling is a human thing. Want to get treatment? Don't come to hell."

"What I do has nothing to do with counseling directly. I just listen to their stories and record them."

"You Orientals have never spoken directly, so it sounds a bit hypocritical."

Looking at Lucifer's handsome and sly face, I didn't know how to reply for a moment.Fortunately, at this time Lambert came with our drinks.

"This is your special tune, my beautiful Lucifer."

When Lambert bent down to put down the onyx coffee cup and milk cup, Lucifer stroked Lambert's horns twice, and a pair of long ears under the horns instantly turned red.Lambert coughed twice and continued to maintain his elegant voice.

"And your masala tea, my dear Oriental guest."

The small silver cup was gently placed in front of me, and it made a nice sound when it touched the table.

"You can call me if you need anything." Lambert looked at Lucifer, nodded slightly, and the air was full of inexplicable ambiguity.

Lucifer didn't speak, and kept watching Lambert go away to entertain guests at other tables, and then he turned his attention back to me.

"What do you think of Lambert?"

"Is Lord Lucifer asking for my opinion, or testing my observation ability?"

"Hey, do you think so much?"

"I'm trying to communicate in a direct way."

"Both. I like Lambert."

"Well, he likes you a lot too."

"Are you saying the answer I want to hear, or is it true?"

"How much does Lord Lucifer know about love?"

Lucifer took a sip of coffee and let out a satisfied snort.

"Love, the game we devils are best at."

The masala tea is also very tasty, and the strong spice flavor is just what I like.

"how do I say this?"

"How much do you know about us devils?"

"It's like asking me how much I know about humans, or how much I know about ghosts. It's too big and too broad. Every individual is different. It's hard for me to give a precise answer."

"Every group has a certain commonality, doesn't it? A little understanding of the 'commonality' can be used," Lucifer poured some milk into the coffee, then put his finger in and stirred it twice, and then put it in He sucked the liquid from his fingers in his mouth, "For example, human beings are trapped in their poor three-dimensional world. They always like to predict things that haven't happened in the future, and they are greedy for life and afraid of death. Then use it a little This can do a lot of things.”

"Fear of the unknown, death is a part of it, you say this is the common nature of human beings?"

"Most human beings are common, maybe you were not one of them."

"I admit it, me too."

"You are very honest. As a human soul living in hell, you are a bit too honest. Maybe you should go to heaven, where a good boy like you is preferred."

"I don't want to summarize the generality of the devil because I think I don't know you enough and don't want to impose my stereotype on you. But since you have already explained the word generality in this way, let me try it too .”

"All ears." Lucifer clasped his hands in front of his chest, his chin raised slightly.

"Strong self-esteem does not allow trampling and insults from any power. You are rebels, but also charismatic traders. You are shrewd and know how to capture people's hearts to get what you want, but this shrewdness often makes Feel lonely by yourself. So the devil doesn't bother with those who are too smart to talk nonsense," I continued, resting my cheek on one hand, "you like passionate artists, writers, poets, because these human passions make the devil feel Moments of goodness. Even these goodnesses can temporarily soothe the emptiness of loneliness in the hell of the long night."

"Are you talking about yourself?"

"What about you? Do you agree?"

Lucifer didn't smile this time, his hands were still folded on his chest, looking a little serious: "Part."

"That seems to be the majority."

Our eyes met, and silence lingered in each other's eyes.Lambert's voice came again, and Lucifer's frown finally relaxed a little.

"Two ox-eye and foie gras tarts, guests, bon appetit (pleasure dining)."

Two well-prepared meals were placed in front of me and Lucifer respectively. The bull's eye on the top was still turning left and right to stare at me, and the foie gras underneath was also bloody, probably uncooked.I lowered my head, and my eyes met the bull's eye, which turned to the side provocatively, showing me the white of the eye.

"Espera un momento."

Lucifer motioned Lambert to approach him, Lambert glanced at me, and bent down sideways.Lucifer said a series of Spanish to Lambert that I couldn't understand, and then Lambert looked at me again, nodded, and left quickly.

"Bon appetit!"

As Lucifer said, he raised the agate cup and lightly touched my silver cup of milk tea, then pinched the eye that was still rolling with his middle finger and thumb, and threw it into his mouth without hesitation.As he chewed, I heard a popping sound.

"Why don't you eat?" Lucifer asked me.

"You still have not answered my question."

"About love?"

As Lucifer said, he put the foie gras paste into his mouth with a silver fork, making a satisfied sound.

"Yes, we just talked about the nature of the devil, and then we didn't go any further."

"you eat first."

"I'm not hungry, you tell me first."

Lucifer wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin, and lightly clenched his left hand into a fist in front of his mouth: "Let's put aside Love, the responsibility and commitment you humans like to talk about, don't talk about these, these are your human beings. Things to care about. Romantic Love itself is a game of enjoyment, with some specific rules.

But the fun part of this game is that no matter how much you know the rules, the rules will change with the changes in the cognition of both parties. "

"Then why is the devil so good at this game?"

"You humans like to base your love on heavy commitments and responsibilities. It's also understandable. After all, you live a short life and always feel that time is limited. It's rare to catch someone you call reliable, and you don't want to let go. You say Ah, is this looking for love, or is it looking for survival?"

"Interesting, you continue to talk."

The bull's eye on my foie gras tart seemed interested too, turning in Lucifer's direction to stare at him.Lucifer seemed very displeased with the behavior of the bull's eye, he suddenly pinched it and stuffed it into his mouth, and I heard another popping sound.

"It's a pity that you don't eat such a delicious thing."

I pushed the plate forward: "I haven't moved it yet, you can eat it all."

Lucifer didn't move the fork. He put his elbows on the table and crossed his hands: "Throw away those heavy things, love will become light, free, full of adventure and fun. We devils don't need promises from each other. Commitment to two things: yourself, or a deal that benefits you."

"But a lot of humans would feel insecure that way."

"Haha, as I said, your human life is too short," he suddenly lowered his voice, looking a little serious, "When you live long enough, you will find that things like a sense of security are not just for yourself. , the sense of security that any other person gives you is only a temporary paralysis. Instead of finding a sense of security in love, it is better to find a poet and ask him to sell his soul, the latter is slightly more feasible."

"Is your feeling for Lambert love?"

"Of course, I like flirting with him, and he likes me, we enjoy this little game."

"And after that?"

"after?"

"What's the end of the game?"

"There is no ending, the ending is just the beginning of another paragraph," Lucifer put his hands behind his head, looking a little tired, "I've said so much, tell me about you."

"Say me? Say what?"

"You know that you are a very interesting existence. Your soul still maintains a large part of human characteristics. It does not exist in hell in the form of ghosts, zombies, or ghosts. It has a complete primordial body. Also That is to say, a large part of you is still the logical way of thinking of human beings, but at the same time, you are completely free to receive concepts and ideas from other dimensions.”

"Whether you accept it or not, it's actually up to me..."

Lucifer stretched his waist and leaned back on the coffee table: "Of course, of course. You know that there is no need to be so cautious between you and the devil."

I laughed: "Human beings feel that they need to be more cautious when dealing with devils."

"What humans are afraid of is not the devil, but themselves."

(End of this chapter)