Angels are races that focus on morality and talent. They are not elves who are obsessed with appearance, nor are they dragons who are a little greedy for beauty in their bones. Although beauty can be appreciated by angels, without its elegant foundation as support, the beauty on the surface is like a layer of false gilding, which is difficult to get the angels' heartfelt recognition.

Lucifer was able to become the number one beauty in the mortal world with the image of wearing a mask, and even be praised as the number one in the Three Realms. This depends on his own temperament. His experience over the past millions of years has turned into a part of his style. No one can surpass the achievements he left behind back then.

The Angels were able to admit that the Messiah had just entered heaven was largely because the Son did not rely solely on his face, but instead gained the admiration of the angels with his aura that could compete with Lucifer. Later, with his appearance that was against the sky, the Angels did not think that the Messiah's beauty would be moisture, which was just the icing on the cake.

But Abel was not so lucky.

He had a similar face to Cain. Even if he could not reach the Messiah level, in theory, only the Seraphic class could compete with him. However, when he was urged by his companions to sign up and quickly entered the list of the next third-level angels, the other angels showed a hint of jealousy when they saw him.

Very slight, but very real.

Abel felt a little scared, as if since he and the Son closer, the angel of power, who was a little higher than him, gradually distanced himself from him. The ones who stayed by him were basically their former companions, or the angels who came to see the Son and the younger brothers of the Holy Son because of the Messiah.

"I'd better not go..." Abel said to his friend.

A Quantian used the inquiry to block him, "I heard that your mortal father will come, and His Highness Adam will enter the competition range of the Seraphic class. Don't you want to meet your father?"

Abel lowered his head sadly, "I have forgotten the world, and I have no memory when I go to see my father again."

Another friend of hiss could not stand Abel's whine and pushed his shoulder, "Abel, your brother's father is all in the seraphic class. Why don't you find a way to make a sigh? If you can get the first among the third-level angels, you can discuss the matter of wings in the future. His Son will definitely take care of your younger brother."

Abel was stunned: "Get Wings?!"

He never thought about this kind of thing, but several angels of power took it for granted.

Not only did Angel Quan think that the wings were necessary, but Beria, the chief of Angel Quan, also had this idea when she saw Abel's registration form. The status of the lower third-level angel was too low. As the younger brother of the Messiah, Abel was assigned to the third Venus Heaven after his death. This was the result of Metatron underestimating the human race. Beria thought to herself: After all, it was Messiah's younger brother, and adding wings to him would always make the Messiah look better.

Beria kindly went to Metatron to discuss the matter. Metatron did not make any decisions and communicated with Jupiter's Messiah to see the opinions of the Holy Son first.

The Wisdom Angel who sent to Jupiter Heaven did not see His Son, so he asked the adjutant of the Lord Angel, "Tubeus, where is His Highness Messiah? His Highness Metatron sent me to tell His Highness something." Of course, Tobias knew where the Son was, but it was difficult to say that place, so he had to first talk from the Wisdom Angel, and then inform His Highness Messiah himself.

After sticking to his long-shattered first love, Tobias temporarily handed over his affairs to two other angel helpers, and went to Xingtian to find His Highness Messiah who was taking a break from his busy schedule.

When he came to the Executive Palace of Seraph, Lucifer was not there, and Michael was entertained by him.

"Yo, Tobias."

"His Highness Michael, please invite my Highness...has he been here?"

"Don't be so vague, he's right behind."

Michael looked at him with interest, and the quill held in his right hand pointed in the direction of the bedroom.

Tobias naturally had no courage to go there and urged, "His Royal Highness Michael, please convey it to His Royal Highness for me."

Michael touched his chin, "Depending on the situation, you can talk about what you want."

When Tobias told Abelgae Wing about it, Michael decided to take on this glorious task. He enthusiastically pushed open the door of the apse and went inside to find His Highness Lucifer... and the Messiah who pestered his boss during the day.

He came by chance, and the corridor was quiet, and the closer he got to the bedroom, the more subtle sounds you could hear.

The shameless words of Messiah refreshed Michael's three views again.

Michael glared at the closed door in front of him, knocked on the door a few times, and shouted, "His Highness Messiah, your adjutant is here to find you."

There was a rustling sound of dressing inside. When the door was pulled open, Michael did not see his boss, but saw the lazy and smiling Messiah. The silver-haired son stood barefoot on the thick carpet, his fair neck was covered with kiss marks, and the belt tied with his robe was also casual. He said without any embarrassment: "What should Tobias ask me for?"

"Where is His Highness Lucifer?"

Michael reflexively wanted to see the big bed behind him.

Lucifer knocked his head with his hand, "Please close your eyes, Michael."

Michael was blocked by Lucifer's body, but he saw some of it in just a short moment. For example, the dazzling blonde hair flowing down from the bed, the sheets that were squeezing and causing wrinkles, and the snow-white fingers exposed a corner from the edge of the bed. The weak drooping movements were a bit tempting.

A stream of heat rushed straight into his forehead, and Michael said furiously: "How can you do this during the day!"

Lucifer raised his eyebrows and gave him a word.

"What's your business?"

"...Will you be intimate with His Highness Lucifer without me?"

Michael stared at the Messiah with his ungrateful eyes, and actually ignored his credit!

"Shut up."

Lucifer's scolding came from behind.

Michael murmured aggrievedly: "Your Highness, you will be discovered by my God sooner or later..."

Seraph Seraph had an affair with the Son in the palace. Once the matter was spread, it might not hurt the shameless Messiah, but he knew that Lucifer cared about glory and would definitely not accept the angel's criticism.

After informing him of what Tobias asked him to convey, Michael left the bedroom with resentment.

Lucifer returned to the bed, and Lucifer lay on the pillow to look at him, his eyes slightly helpless, "Can you not stimulate Michael a few words?" Every time he found that Michael was so angry that he jumped, Lucifer doubted whether the Messiah liked to tease him.

Lucifer drilled into the quilt and stuffed Lucifer's hand hanging from the sheet into it.

His lover is not allowed to be seen by Michael.

"Messiah, how do you decide on your brother's matter?" Lucifer pushed his body on his back, but Lucifer stuck to him without retreating. Lucifer suddenly breathed trembling. Lucifer took advantage of his distraction, and his waist and abdomen moved, and he pushed into the warm hole/mouth. It was not until this time that Lucifer began to have the interest in chatting, talking about love and doing/love, "How do you care about Kiabel?"

Lucifer squeezed out his voice from his teeth, "I haven't asked you about your brother's death yet. No wonder Abel was so scared when he saw you for the first time. You dared to coax me and say it was something else."

Lucifer stopped his actions after suffering from this dark history. Lucifer said coldly: "Go out and make things clear." Lucifer could tolerate his lover's two-sided character, but could not tolerate him having such a bloody and dirty past.

Lucifer hugged him tightly and did not withdraw from him. He knew that Lucifer's reason would be weakened at this time.

The loyalty of an angel can make him instinctively trust his partner.

Lucifer thought for a while and revealed some truth: "Abel died because of me. God said nothing wrong with this, but I can assure you that Abel was not killed by me. Even if I hate Abel, I will not be a jealous relative who is jealous of my brother." He will only make the other party worse than death. Lucifer silently swallowed the second half of the sentence and looked directly at Lucifer, "Do you think I will be jealous of anyone?"

Lucifer did not answer, and looked at his expression seriously, without missing a slight change.

Lucifer gave a satisfactory answer with a real attitude.

"Who killed him?"

“…”

Lucifer was silent. Who else could it be? Isn’t it just the Cain who cheated on his father and brother?

The answer that cannot be expressed will be left for the future. Lucifer made Lucifer so seriously and lay on the bed with breathing. "Messiah, you want to avoid it again. Explain it clearly to me before doing this!" Lucifer licked the corner of his lips, leaned on him and said with a low smile: "One day you will know, don't worry, I won't hide everything from you."

"You, believe me a little more...that's all I want."

"And...I...love you..."

Lucifer grabbed the Messiah's shoulder, and at the moment when he couldn't concentrate, he seemed to hear the other party's vague words. The Messiah had said many nice words to him, and could pick up any sweet words at will, but he never said love once.

This time, he finally said it.

Lucifer hated him for using this trick to deal with him, but was defeated by the lethality of this sentence.

Love or something—

Messiah, you don’t usually choose the bastard you are talking about at this time!

Seeing that Lucifer had no resistance, he looked at him with hatred. Lucifer showed a smug smile, like a cat stealing fish. In a blink of an eye, he swallowed the dried fish in his mouth into his stomach.

Michael was so busy outside that he forgot the time. When the door of the apse was pushed open, he thought it was Lucifer who could come back to work. When he looked closely, the joy on Michael's face turned into miserables, "Messiah, why is it you again?"

Lucifer said lightly: "Are you unhappy to see me? Lucifer is already asleep, you don't have to quarrel with him." Before he could feel comfortable, his tone for Michael was much gentler. After a happy bed, he did not disturb Lucifer, who was asleep, and changed his clothes alone, intending to help Lucifer solve some things.

Close the door of the main hall, Lucifer did not care about Michael's eyes and sat directly in the position of Seraph. Scan the things that were clear, Lucifer calmly picked up a pen and used the handwriting of the past to reply them one by one.

Michael's frightened and angry gradually turned into a stunned state.

You can actually play ghostwriter!

Lucifer hasn't done anything like Seraphite for a long time, and his efficiency is not as good as Lucifer himself. Fortunately, his goal is to complete the official duties before Lucifer wakes up, as long as he ensures zero error rate. Lucifer puts aside his writing and does it with the speed of wind and clouds. He pointed to these official duties that Michael had to spend three times of time and said: "Lucifer's share has been solved, and you can do the rest yourself."

After rubbing his sore wrists for a few times, Lucifer put his hands under his sleeves. The white robe of the Lord Angel was brand new and close to his body. The previous set of clothes had long been crumpled into pieces and threw them into Lucifer's bedroom. He threw Michael out of the palace of Seraphine, and went to see Metatron who had something to look for him.

"Your Highness Messiah, you look good today."

When Metatron saw the arrival of the Messiah, he showed a soft expression that he could only face his companions.

Without concern to His Highness Lucifer, Metatron admires a talented person like the Messiah. The Messiah before the baptism was intelligent and cunning. After the baptism, he was simple and straightforward, and Metatron could not blame him for the past.

Lucifer sat down and enjoyed Bezebu's reluctant tea pouring, "Meta, I heard you want to give Alberta?"

"Yes." Metatron looked at Bezebu. Bezebu brought the tea to Lucifer in depressedly, and gritted his teeth with his subordinates' attitude towards his superiors, "Your Highness Messiah, please drink it."

Lucifer tutted in his heart, but Bezebu still won't teach a lesson.

Relying on his second baptism of amnesia, Lucifer looked at him and his expression appeared purely confused. Then, he seemed to forgive Beizeb's offense, and Zhan Yan showed a smile belonging to "Lucyphir", with the bright light of the morning star falling in his eyes. Although his expression had not changed much, his temperament was completely different from before, which made Beizeb see a seraphic angel with blonde and green eyes in a trance.

His Highness Lucifer...

The tea cup was accidentally knocked over, and the hot water woke up the lost Beizeb.

He exclaimed, "Ah!"

He hurriedly packed the table, and Bezebu ran away in a panic under Lucifer's calm gaze, and even forgot to say apologies. Metatron's mouth twitched slightly. Although he guessed that Bezebu would react sensitively, he did not expect that when he saw such a Messiah, Bezebu would be scared away.

Bezebu, are you so brave?

"Sorry, Bezebu has just left the Angel Prison and is not very familiar with His Highness." Metatron covered his lips and said something he didn't believe. After coughing, Metatron's face turned embarrassed and began to talk about the serious matter, "Your Highness, do you agree to give Alberta to Beria? The lower level of the third level is too low, so it's better to adjust Abel to the middle level of the third level."

The conditions for angels to add wings were originally harsh, but the boundaries in the eyes of these ordinary angels were nothing in the eyes of high-ranking angels.

They can determine the future of a low-level angel in just one sentence.
To be continued...