“Haniya.”

Before leaving, Lucifer spoke in his son's ear, "Stay working hard, I'll wait for you in heaven... At the lowest point, you will also give you the position of angels. If you want the seraphic class, it is not impossible."

Hanya's dark blue eyes shrank, and then she smiled loudly.

"I will definitely work hard!"

"Baji" kissed his father, and Haniya suddenly had full of expectations for the future. Even if he could not disclose his life experience and become his father's biological son, his father's love for him would not change at all. What else does anyone need to care about? He is the little saint who is destined to become a high-ranking angel, and those guys who attack him as adopted sons are just the guys who will be trampled by him in the future.

Father, please wait a little longer, and I will definitely develop the Church of Light you left behind to the peak.

The time to visit his son was too short, Lucifer saw Lucifer's reluctance. After leaving the Church of Light, he wrapped his hands around his waist and abdomen and said to the blonde angel who put Hania on the top of his heart: "Don't worry, he is your child."

"Please pay attention to your behavior, this is the mortal world." Lucifer glanced at him sideways, feeling his palm pressing against his abdomen, and releasing a trace of power into his body. He would not know what he was looking at.

Lucifer let him go in disappointment, "I'm not pregnant."

Lucifer: "…"

I haven't gotten pregnant twice, I'm really sorry for your expectations!

The end of the seraphic angels was a cold war. On the way to heaven, Lucifer looked at his wings with greed. He could not release the wings of the fallen angels in his soul, and could only rely on magic to maintain his flight. Crossing the long stairs, Lucifer came to the entrance of heaven, and walked into it without looking at the Messiah behind him. The angels around him saluted one after another.

After a moment, Lucifer appeared slowly from behind, and another group of admiring eyes appeared.

"His Son."

"His Highness Messiah, His Highness Lucifer is right in front of him."

"Yes, His Highness Lucifer must be waiting for you."

With a series of voices, Lucifer was so silly that he actually helped him to have a relationship with Luciferra.

Not far away, Lucifer could naturally hear these words. When Lucifer caught up with him, Lucifer looked at him fiercely, puzzled, "What strange content did you instill in them? Since you lost your memory, the atmosphere of heaven has changed."

Lucifer spread his hands, "You have to ask, I have touched them with my feelings for Your Highness."

"Don't use the title of Your Highness." Lucifer's face improved a little, warning his lover to be at peace. "Messiah, if you don't want to be called to the Great Hall by God, don't expose the things you can recover your memory for the time being."

Lucifer walked to him and stood side by side, "I finally found my memory, how could I bear to separate from you again."

Lucifer chuckled, "A sweet talk."

Seeing that he was so cool, Lucifer was in a much better mood. Even if he returned to this paradise of bound freedom, he could still rely on his relationship with Lucifer to survive the next eight hundred years.

When he returned to Jupiter and set out to handle the accumulated day of official duties, Tobias was the first to see the subtlety. His adjutant shouted hesitantly: "His Highness Messiah?"

Lucifer calmly replied: "What's the matter?"

Tobias seemed to feel the truth and kneeled down excitedly. It was his original highness!

"Sit back to your seat, don't let other Lord Angels see that their bosses like to kneel down." Lucifer had no intention of hiding it from him. Tobias was the adjutant he selected. As long as he did not encounter any matters about Lucifer, Tobias was still a very reliable guy.

Tobias returned to his seat in a daze.

That's great. No need to look at your noble's simple face who knows nothing. Your nobleman's amnesia made him feel so sad.

After Lucifer recovered his memory, he immediately wanted to deal with his dark history. The poems and books that praise God were thrown into the corner by him, not intending to occupy the bookshelf anymore, and things like the last time he had hidden a piece of God's hair, Lucifer's mouth twitched, and when he went back, he searched for his bedroom. Sure enough, he found some items that God had used for.

For example, the robe that he wore in the Great Hall after baptism, and the jewelry that God had worn for him casually. Lucifer cleaned up his residence and remembered the good things he had done again. He not only hugged God's waist with his admiration, but also kissed the other person's cheek...

When this incident spreads, how could he be Satan?

Lucifer could already imagine what the group of demons with dirty brain circuits thought. Tsk tsk, it turned out that they fell into heaven because they were not to beat God in the face, but because they could not even chase God even if they became a holy son, they fell into heaven with anger.

This made him speechless than being slandered by mortals in his previous life as "Lucifer was jealous of God and favored the Messiah and raised his rebellion." After looking at the unused books, Lucifer decided to return them tomorrow so as not to be an irritable person. He did not want to be a devout believer at all.

At Angel Academy, Curtis received a large number of books sent back and couldn't help but push the lens.

"Have you finished reading it?"

"I don't know, Your Highness said that he would come to borrow other books on Sunday."

Tobias is now on par with Curtis, but his tone is still respectful.

"Oh, I understand, let's put it here." Curtis read several books, and the emotional color stained on it made a strange color flash in his eyes. If the previous few pages were pure and warm, then the latest remaining on the cover was an indescribable obscure emotion.

Is this really the Messiah's mood?

Curtis looked at Tobias insincerely. Tobias was seen with goosebumps and felt like his body was being cut open. He immediately found an excuse to leave the Angel Academy Library, which made Curtis sigh regretfully.

If he asks a few more words, he will know the situation of the Messiah.

Forget it, wait for tomorrow—

Curtis pushed away the chair and prepared to put the returned books in a classified manner. After spending some time processing them, he found that most of them were books in piano and poetry, and he was increasingly unable to see what the Messiah was thinking.

In fact, Lucifer was not interested in library books. These things had long been ruined in his long years. In the past, he used to borrow books to show that his source of knowledge was the library books. He came to the library the next day and walked among the shelves on the third floor. In a quiet reading environment, he could see high chairs placed around him for the angels of the seraphic class to rest.

There are also angels who don’t like sitting on chairs, such as Michael, who loves to hang out in a corner, sit in a pile of books, and enjoy the atmosphere of being alone in a world.

When Lucifer saw him, he did not disturb him and shuttled behind another bookshelves.

It's like a glimpse of light.

Michael looked up by chance and couldn't help but wipe his eyes, confirming that the silver-haired Son passed by through the bookshelf, not his boss. This illusion was not only caused by him. Every time Metatron saw the Messiah, he wanted to stop and could not understand how profound a person remembered Lucifer, which led to his personality like Lucifer after baptism.

How could there be a second glorious morning star in the world?

Michael shook his head for his thoughts. No matter how much he looks, he is just like him and cannot replace the original owner.

Curtis, sitting at the entrance of the third floor, heard the rustling of books.

He looked over, and the Messiah lowered her eyes and held a thick angel book, walking as she looked, her breath was so restrained that he could not sense it at all. Curtis was secretly shocked, thinking that the Messiah had grown to the point of the past again, but after a moment of distracting, the Messiah came to him. Curtis met the Messiah's smile-like gaze and sat in place.

Lucifer's voice was gentle, "Why did Curtis always love to look at me? Is there anything you can linger on me?"

Curtis tried his best to suppress the trembling feeling and said dryly: "I haven't seen His Highness the Messiah for a long time. I can't help but take a few more glances. I hope your highness will forgive me, I...I..." His eyes under the lens opened wide, and his voice suddenly got stuck.

Even though Lucifer smiled so brilliantly, his emotions floating around him were not so harmless.

Pure indifference and inquiry.

He raised his finger from under his sleeve, slender and white, and approached Curtis' eyes little by little. Curtis's back was close to the seat, unable to escape, and he tried his best to tilt his head to avoid the Messiah's finger, "His Highness, Your Highness..."

The glasses were taken off by this hand, and the world in Curtis's eyes became much clearer.

Without all kinds of emotions and auras, he finally saw clearly the true appearance of the Messiah, this face praised by heaven as the only face that could compete with Seraph. His eyes were full of stunning and dazed. Curtis had not had time to recognize the other party's intentions, and his chin was numb and numb. He heard a playful voice in his ears, "It seems that the director is not too calm, but he can't see me clearly at all. No, what you see is something else."

Lucifer put his glasses in front of him and looked at them. Curtis opposite him was surrounded by a layer of mist, like his shaken spiritual will.

Without further ado, Curtis must have used glasses to observe himself.

No wonder the eyes look so strange.

"Look, you're pretty good, why should you be blocked by your glasses? You can't see the world clearly." Lucifer crushed the thin lenses and put a pair of frames back to Curtis' nose bridge, smiling as if he was kind-hearted.

Curtis: "…"

Lucifer retracted his fingers that teased him, and his voice turned gentle and said without emotion: "Do your business."

Curtis was as if awakened from a dream, and quickly helped him record the books he wanted to borrow. He didn't read the title clearly. He sent the Messiah away as if he was asking his ancestors to do so. Until he was far away from the dark Messiah, Curtis collapsed on the chair, and his stagnant brain began to work, and he realized that this Messiah had changed again, no longer the Son with a pure breath after the second baptism.

To be precise, it has changed back, right?

Curtis smiled bitterly, his glasses were destroyed, and he could not see the true side of the Messiah.

When I went to Neil for tea in the afternoon, Neil saw that his friend's glasses that had been around for thousands of years were gone, revealing a handsome face that was not as good as a gray-haired person. The angels along the way were all looking at the library director who had no glasses. Curtis was awkward all over. Without glasses, he seemed to be missing something. He was in a state of uneasy and could not continue working.

Neil said with emotion: "You should have taken off your glasses long ago. I really don't know why you like to observe the emotions of angels."

Curtis used to touching his nose bridge, and the weight of his glasses was gone, and he put down his hand. He said earnestly: "I hope I can observe heaven with an outsider's attitude. This angle fascinates me and is conducive to my writing history."

"You are an angel," Neil pointed out. "Although my God gave you the identity of a recorder, it does not mean that you can transcend the management of heaven. Your thoughts are disrespectful to the few His Highnesses. Fortunately, they don't know that your glasses have this effect, otherwise you think you can stay in the library for so long without any trouble?"

"I already know."

"ah?"

"I said His Highness the Messiah already knew about this, and he crushed my glasses."

Curtis said the details and took a cup of tea to warm himself. The Messiah's attitude in the morning was too terrible. As Neil said, it was a blessing in disgrace that the other high men did not let the other princes know the inside story.

Neil was surprised: "Where did you reveal your flaw?"

Curtis looked at the tea in silence, and ripples appeared on it, blurring this real and bright world.

"He...is scary."

Curtis took a breath from his teeth, and the fragrance of tea filled his heart. He had never seen a second existence that was so contradiction that he could transform his devout faith and disgust freely. His breath was only a moment from the warmth and coldness. On the bright side, the Messiah was very similar to Lucifer, but on the dark side, the Messiah was darker than any demon he had ever seen.

It is hard to imagine that the Messiah is the Son of Heaven recognized by God.

What is the situation?

Neil wanted to ask Curtis what he saw, but Curtis shook his head and refused to say, "Don't go into it until now."

Curtis had a premonition that the price of delving into it was not that he could afford it.

Enjoy the afternoon in a place in the Starry Sky. Lucifer looked at the Angel Academy from a high place, his smile faded and his fingers stirred the chopped fruits in the drink. He and Curtis had been in contact for a long time and could not guarantee that he had not seen any problems. It is imperative to clear his memory.

The scenery near Angel Square is beautiful and the terrain is open. It connects the most prosperous streets and many palaces of Seraph, and runs through the road to Angel Academy. The high place here can see the most lively scenery of Starry Sky at a glance. Many angels have opened shops for chatting and gatherings. The shops that happened to Michael and Bethieb last time were one of them.

Since the incident of two seraphs rolling into prison, the store has been closed for a long time and dare not continue to open.
To be continued...