People are in Hogwarts, and werewolves block the door at the beginning..

Chapter 208 Lucifer
Ben and Tate did not doubt that the god before them was fake.

Because they simply can't bring up the idea.

Everything in the world, every particle in this room, every part that makes up their 'body' is vibrating to the beat of the chant that Baqir is walking around.

"When I saw him, I fell at his feet as though dead. He laid his right hand on me and said, 'Do not be afraid. I am the first and the last, the living one. I was dead, and now I am alive forevermore, and I hold the keys of death and Hades.'" Ben's wife walked in slowly, reciting the Bible devoutly.

She ignored her husband and the boyfriend who gave birth to the daughter Michael.

There was only the shining Bajir in his eyes.

[In the middle of the lampstands was one like a son of man, clothed in a robe reaching down to his feet and with a golden sash around his chest.

His head and his hair were white like wool, like snow, and his eyes were like flames of fire.

His feet were like burnished bronze in a furnace, and his voice was like the roar of rushing waters.

In his right hand he held seven stars, and out of his mouth came a sharp two-edged sword. His face was like the sun shining brightly.

Everything was flowing in her mind.

God has no image, but this is what He looked like when He became a human.

This is also what Jesus Christ is like.

Unlike everyone else in the room, Michael showed almost no reaction.

He just showed an inorganic look and replied like a puppet: "This tells us that good will surely defeat evil."

Bajir, who came to this world specially as God, smiled with satisfaction.

Everyone else saw God, but Michael alone saw the Father.

This shows that Michael is getting closer to his former essence.

The reasons for Lucifer's fall in this world are completely different.

After Bajir descended in the form of God, all causes and conditions automatically emerged in one's mind.

He is not the God of Light of the non-Christian system who was defeated and subjugated by God.

It is not the god called Sharim worshipped by the Canaanites.

He was the first angel created by God.

The eldest brother of all angels thereafter.

She is also the most beautiful and powerful of all the angels in heaven.

No angel could match His wisdom and courage.

Therefore, He is proud of being God's most perfect creation, considering Himself as the Son and God as the Father.

It is also because of this that when the clay doll Jesus Christ created by God appeared.

When He rode on a white horse, wearing a crown, and clothed in fine linen splashed with blood, white and clean, and walked above the heads of the armies in heaven, He alone was unwilling to bow his head.

It's not because of pride.

But it is because of the conferment of the title of Son.

It is Jesus Christ who is acknowledged as the Son, not Him who is more perfect.

Just like in the original future, what Michael had always wanted awkwardly was recognition and love, not the destruction of the world.

He led one third of the angels to raise the rebellion banner on the north side of heaven. The slogan was: "I will ascend to heaven; I will exalt my throne above the stars of God; I will sit on the mount of assembly, in the farthest parts of the north. I will ascend above the heights of the clouds; I will be like the Most High."

But what he actually wants is nothing more than fatherly love.

It is precisely because of this that this rebellion is just a farce.

In his childish duel with Christ, he realized that God only wanted to be his God, not his Father.

So He exiled himself.

Followers followed in His footsteps and fell into Hell.

Even in hell, He who is surrounded by glory is the Lord of the devil and the only one to whom the name of Satan refers.

However, He insisted on humiliating Himself, breaking His wings, peeling off His perfect skin and roasting it in lava under the gaze of God.

He even abandoned the name of Satan, entered into a human womb, and clamored to destroy the world that God loved.

But every time, He appears as a person who longs for family affection, has not had a childhood, and only has the body of an adult.

Satan would not respond to His call because He was both the son of Satan and Satan himself.

The angels sent by God will not alienate them, but always hope to guide them onto the right path.

"Can I call you father?" The question that had been asked before appeared again in Michael's mouth.

Before, he was like a wounded little animal cautiously testing the sudden warmth.

And now there was no fluctuation in his words.

Floating in the air.

The shadow behind him looked half as ferocious as a demon, with bat wings raised high.

The smell of sulfur filled half of the room, and the air was distorted as if one was in a hot hell.

The other half is holy like an angel, with restrained wings.

A light more precious than any gem in the world bloomed in the room, filling it with all the beauty and happiness in the world.

"Okay." The majestic voice was like thunder and clear like waters.

The clearest blood-red ruby ​​ever found in the world slid down from Michael’s blue eyes.

With all his sins.

The smell of sulfur disappeared, and only light remained in the room.

The wooden floor made the sound of branches rustling, and countless vines, flowers, and green grass grew out of it.

The Killing House, which is the mouth of hell, is shrouded in eternal happiness at this moment.

Light sprinkled down from the clouds, and a faint cloud ladder appeared from the light.

The next second, lightning flashed, thunder roared, and dark clouds suddenly appeared.

Scarlet appeared again from the blue eyes, and the wings of light that reappeared behind him were stained black.

The green plants between the walls and floors withered in an instant.

'Michael', whose face and body had completely lost their gender characteristics, stepped onto the ground barefoot.

Half kneeling in front of Bajir, "I don't want glory."

Basil closed his eyes, and the newly appeared Knight Card had already appeared in his mind.

[Name: Lucifer]

[Race: Fallen Angel]

[Health: 66~∞]

【Your life is connected to the Lord forever】

【Spirituality: 666】

[Luck value: 6~66]

[Family Traits: Fallen Angel]

[Fallen Angel Body: Life +1000, Spirituality +600, Fire of Hell/Fire of Heaven, Source of Darkness/Source of Light, Demon Lord/Vice Lord of Heaven]

[Hellfire: A flame that can burn the soul]

[Heavenly Fire: A flame that can burn away sin and filth]

[Source of Darkness: Affinity with Hell +50%, going to hell is as easy as going home]

[Source of Light: Heaven Affinity +50%, going to Heaven is as easy as going home]

[Demon Monarch: You are the monarch of the Demon Kingdom. Controlling demons and mastering magic are just instincts for you.]

[Deputy Prince of Heaven: You are the leader of all angels. Controlling light and dispelling evil is just instinct for you.]

"Good guy, you are an angel in heaven and a devil in hell, right?"

"Hmm! Lucifer?"

Bajir suddenly opened his eyes.

The thought flashed through my mind that angels had no gender.

Sure enough, the 'Michael' that appeared in front of him had a curvy figure and the feminine softness of a woman.

When you close your eyes, holiness is inviolable.

And when she opened her eyes, those enchanting eyes made her full of incomparable charm and temptation.

"My father." Lucifer raised his eyes that were shining with water. The scolding words that Bajir was about to say disappeared instantly. His values ​​denied her change, but Niu Niu would not allow it.

"Ahem, it's nothing."

After a snap of his fingers, the detached state of mind that came from Voldemort, who had not broken the rules, made him calm down.

Bajir regained his composure and stretched out his right hand.

The slender fingers pressed against Lucifer’s brow.

A line as black as ink flashed by.
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Laurent yawned loudly.

With eyes slightly closed, I lie on the beach and enjoy the coolness of the waves washing over the soles of my feet.

Her olive skin sparkled in the sun, as if it were studded with millions of tiny diamonds.

I tilted my head slightly and the cool coconut juice flowed into my throat.

Not far away, a metallic luster flashed behind a tall coconut tree, and a number "3" was clearly written on it.

Laurent is still in the [Abyss of Sin].

Thanks to Victoria, Bagel did not make any policy adjustments to Laurent's performance.

Therefore, relying on his tireless vampire body, Laurent transformed into a dark dream owl and worked hard day and night to collect [dream fragments], and one percent of them turned into his points.

He used this to exchange for a potion that could cure his blood addiction, and transformed the room into a small island by the sea.

It was also because of this that Laurent had not looked at the fence, which was now covered by reefs, for a long time.

The dark, metallic floor would always remind him that he was still in prison.

But today, he had to shake off the sand and walk towards the gate disguised as a coconut tree.

Because, from the prison that used to be empty, as if he was the only one there, now there were countless cries.

More importantly, those cries were not made by humans, nor by vampires.

Even as a vampire, he couldn't help but feel nervous when listening to it.

"What's there to be afraid of?"

"According to the rules, no one can enter my cell, not even the warden."

"Not to mention not yet."

Thinking of this, Laurent walked towards the cool shade of the trees, a place without sunlight but with the salty and humid sea breeze and strange-shaped reefs - the fence.

"Holly shit!"

Laurent couldn't help but swear.

A rotting human figure with maggots; a tall man with a beastly face and fangs; a twisted figure with cracked skin and dry eyes that looked like it had just escaped from a fire; an old man with stitches all over his body and buttons for eyes; a faceless dancer with a graceful figure constantly dancing ballet.
The room behind Prison No. 10 is now filled with these things that are definitely not human.

What made Laurent even more frightened was that in the prison corridor, which should have been deserted, there was suddenly a sound of footsteps.

That was the sound of high heels, so it definitely wasn't the owner of this prison.

Moreover, as the sound appeared, the howling monsters all quieted down at the same time.

That voice was coming towards him!
Laurent held his breath.

He began to be thankful that he was a vampire, that he had no heartbeat and did not need to breathe.

But he hated that he was a vampire, otherwise his skin would not be olive-colored. With the advantage of his race, he could hide in the shadows as long as he didn't show his white teeth and eyes.

"Are you Laurent? 314.4 points, 23 days in jail."

"Not bad, keep up the good work."

A majestic female voice came down.

Then the footsteps sounded again.

Laurent mustered up the courage to open his eyes, and saw a tall blonde.

Her skin is whiter than snow, and every inch of her body is perfect.

Laurent was even more surprised to find that he had no evil thoughts at all, and only respect and awe in his heart.

My body subconsciously returned to the beach and I closed my eyes.

From within the olive-colored, lifeless body, a black owl emerged with the sound of water.

Regardless, he had to work.

In the empty and white room No. 1.

In the city made of bricks and stones that are as clear as a mirror and as jasper as jade.

Next to the gate made of pearls, on the street made of pure gold and as clear as glass.

Under the tree of life with 12 kinds of fruits representing December, the majestic girl is kneeling on one knee.

"You did a great job. You not only added new labor, but also helped Laurent, who had been in a slump recently, to perk up his team again."

If Laurent were here, he would be surprised. This was the voice of the prison owner, Bagel Granger.

"My father." The girl touched her chest, "This is what I should do."

"Lucifer, you will be the one to expand the world's dream for me. I will always be with you."

The voice became much gentler.

"Yes." Lucifer lowered her head even lower.

In the Hogwarts Great Hall, under the ceiling covered by dark clouds flashing with lightning, accompanied by the sound of dripping rain, Bagel smiled.

Not far away, Qiu Zhang, who mistakenly thought that the smile was directed at him, blushed and the fork in his hand unconsciously poked the fried egg on the plate.

Cedric, who was about to approach her, stopped.

Across the street, Wood and his crew were covered in mud and carrying dripping brooms.

Walked into the castle under Filch's scolding.

Harry, the only one with dry body, walked towards his mother and was embraced.

Next to him, Snape, who was watching eagerly, twitched his cheek.

Kobayashi Masaru, who was about to walk into the auditorium, looked as if he had seen a ghost, and quickly changed direction to avoid Harry.

"What are you looking at?" Hermione tightened her face and her cute rabbit teeth made a "fluttering" sound again.

"That's Harry's mother. That's enough Tonks."

Hermione lowered her head and couldn't help but step on Bagel.

"Ouch," Basil pretended to be in pain, "I was just thinking of a magic."

"What magic?" Hermione raised an eyebrow.

"That Hallelu Chuchu Pa Yaya (HO RO RE CHU CHU PA RE RO)?"

"I don't want to learn such a ridiculous spell."

The two little hands behind the back were twisted together.

"Really?" Bagel asked with a smile.

"Why didn't I notice that someone's eyes were almost glued to it."

“You want to learn too.”

"Hmph!" Hermione lowered her head, held Bagel's hand, and leaned against him.

"If you want to learn it, just say it." Bagir continued to tease.

Hermione rested her head on Basil's shoulder.

"I don't understand what you mean." Bagir pretended not to understand.

The soft body pressed against me instantly became hot, and the small ears among the brown furry hair also began to turn red.

"Oh, I want to learn~"

A hot grumbling sound came from Bagir's shoulder.

"Ah~" Bagir said with disgust, "Drool, you are drooling."

"Go to hell!" The chubby-faced and rat-toothed little girl jumped up instantly, straddled Bagel's body, pinched Bagel's neck with her two little hands, and began to shake him.

Smiles filled their eyes.

It would be great if time could stop at this moment.

A hypocritical thought flashed through Bagir's mind.

(End of this chapter)