[To Ke Qier:
Overall, I had a terrible time.
You have no idea how low the knowledge level of these guys Beelzebub sent me. I had to start with the basic letters of demonic writing...
But that’s not what I want to share.
Recently I learned that there is an organization among them called the 'Order of Fallen Angels'.
You may not believe it, but their philosophy is that demons are angels who have fallen from the source of order.
They think the first fallen angel was named Lucifer or something. And they all fell under his influence.
You and I both know that there is no difference between the source of order and the hell of chaos. Everyone is at the two extremes of the same picture, that's all. Demons and angels are also two different creatures.
And as far as I know, there is no demon named Lucifer. Did I mention Flame Cliff? That has the names of all our demons on it. You see, I checked specifically, and there is no name called 'Lucifer'.
But they were very determined. Can you imagine, they dressed up as angels, lived the most ascetic life, were bullied by everyone, and followed some stupid and ridiculous rules (I heard they have been doing this for 2,200 years) ), just to wait for the Source of Order to send someone to pardon and greet them!
At that time they will return to the source of order and become angels again.
No offense intended, but even if this were true, I don't know what good it would be to be an angel.
As I write this letter, they are gathering around the pool at my door, treating it as holy water, and praying to Gabriel, the King of Angels, and Lucifer.
I have to say that this is too funny. If the water inside is really the holy water of order, they have to be careful not to fall in - that will make them lose their scum.
By the way, they've been doing this for almost four months. This thing is getting unfunny.
Can you imagine?
Oh, you should be able to. After all, you angels have to do such boring things every day.
I mean, these guys' paranoid behavior makes me question even the basics of what I've learned.
So just in case, I still have to ask you, have you ever heard of this situation? Or was there an angel named Lucifer?
I currently believe they are caught in a collective hallucination. What do you think?
Wishing you a more interesting day.
to Chaint]
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[To Dear Ichaint:
Order is on top. There is such a thing.
LOL LOL LOL.
I agree with your information - there is no known angel named 'Lucifer' in the public record. Not now, not before.
I agree with you, this is a magical collective hallucination.
Have you ever done an energy analysis on them? Hallucinations are often thought to be related to the power of the dream realm wielded by dragons.
But I would like to remind you of the basic rule of the power of faith: where there is will, there will be vain results.
Their behavior is very close to belief. I think you should be careful.
your most sacred
Ke Qier]
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Yes. Be careful.
But it’s me who should be careful.
The angel Keqier thought sadly as he was carried into the tower by the members of the Fallen Angel Order with joy.
Of course he knew what was going on. He knew it eight hundred years ago. He knew it from the moment he sat up and saw the strange attire of those demons, the inexplicable long curly hair, and the tattered versions of angel robes on their bodies.
The leading imam, Shan Karabi, even tied an angel feather gold buckle on his front...
This was like tugging at his ears and shouting: "Remember! We are the Order of the Fallen Angels! We will sing the praises of the Archangel!"
So he immediately told them who he was. For a member of the Order of the Fallen Angels, there is no identity more powerful and beneficial to him than that of a true angel.
And this is also his true identity.
It's always good to tell the truth.
He just didn't expect that this would bring him more trouble. He was entangled.
Icha and Nesse were nowhere to be found, and the only acquaintance who appeared, Xikis, also ran away.
The world was spinning, cheers echoed in his ears, and a chandelier made of finger bones magnified in front of his eyes. Keqier realized that he had been thrown up like a hero. He swallowed the sacred saliva twice and suppressed the rising feeling in his throat.
I still can't get used to the smell here...
He turned his head and saw the demons' heads. They were carrying him past the huge stone sculpture of the ten-headed serpent Calamity in the front hall. Yicha described the image of the ten-headed snake to him, saying that he saw it in a dream. After waking up, he decorated his floating island with many similar decorations.
This was also unusual, angels never dreamed, and he didn't know if it was the demons who were different from him, or whether Icha was different from him.
A claw pinched his calf, causing pain. He struggled, but did not dare to use too much force. The power of order would undoubtedly hurt these demons.
It's better to tell them the truth directly...
"Hey. Listen to me. I'm not here to pick you up."
He tried to sit up but failed, struggling and said: "I am just an angel of power, responsible for looking after a library called Tubomo. Lucifer does not exist..."
You are not angels at all, and there have never been any fallen angels who fell from heaven. There is no Lucifer, you are just a group of demons with rich imaginations. In fact, there is nothing wrong with being a demon, and neither is having a rich imagination.
He stopped. No further words were said.
Keqier felt the end of his words disappear dryly into the air. The demons were all frozen in place by his words.
The noisy laughter was burst like a bubble.
The members of the Fallen Angel Cult slowly raised their dark and dirty faces, and Keqier could see many pairs of frightened eyes looking at him—the flames in their eye sockets became smaller and turned into a malnourished pale color.
"Dear angel...what do you mean by this?" Shan Karabi trembled. His eyes were still green, but they had turned a little gray.
"What does it mean that Lucifer does not exist? He is our ancestor and cannot be wrong."
The short and dark demon shook his head repeatedly, but in the huge silence he finally hesitated. He looked around at everyone's reactions, and his face was twisted, "Isn't it..."
He said this in a very small voice.
The demons made a panicked noise.
"Don't be anxious, everyone."
Karabi Dan held the shoulders of a thin and almost shaky demon, waving his other hand in the air to encourage the demons.
He stepped forward and tried to force out an ugly smile, "Dear angel. Please don't make such a joke. Everyone trusts you."
"Uh..." Ke Qier felt breathless.
Angels hate this the most.
"You said that Lucifer does not exist...what do you mean?"
Shan Karabi came close to his face and spoke word by word in a suppressed voice.
The demon's gray-green eyes stared at him, and Keqier's angelic heart could not avoid being overwhelmed by the constant surge of sympathy. He could tell that Karabi Shan was just as flustered as everyone else - and he was still trying to hide it.
"Uh...I mean, I mean..."
Doomsday battle. Dawn of War.
The world will fall into chaos. If our side wins, there will be no hell. There is no place for them anymore.
And these guys have been waiting monotonously for three thousand years.
A lot of messy things flew through Angel's mind, turning his brain into a mess.
"You can say whatever you want..." Rabbi Shan said softly.
"You are angels. Yes. No. I mean. Don't despair..."
"You just said that you are not here to take us home. The legend of Lucifer is false."
The dean's voice was as dry as gravel.
"I mean...well...I did say that. Yeah. I'm not here to get you. There's no angel named Lucifer either."
Ke Qier felt that the words were flowing out beyond his control.
"But there is someone else who came to pick you up. The record is wrong. Uh... everyone remembered his name wrongly. Because his original name was cut off. Yes. The original fallen angel has actually been by your side all along. He Will take you back. Yes. He will. Yes."
Angel didn't know why he said that, but he immediately felt the pressure on his body lessen.
He looked around. Those empty and dull eyes were ignited once again.
"Great. What is his current name?" Shan Karabi's voice returned to calmness.
The angel blinked desperately. We need someone here who can understand these troubles and be strong enough to deal with them.
He had no choice, he had to go on.
"His name is Ichaint."
