"There's something behind you," said the girl with horns.
Comeniti has no clear distinction between heaven and earth. No matter which direction you look at it, it is a monotonous brown. Everything was indistinguishable in outline and stuck together in the field of vision, both near and far.
Against the annoying brown background, there was a blurry, shadowy human-shaped shadow right behind him.
When Icha turned his head, he was facing the tip of his nose.
It was wiping his sweat.
"I saw it."
Yi Cha held the trembling whip cage in his hand and looked at the guy's face - the face clearly had a shape, but when he focused his eyes to look at it, it was as blurry as if it was covered with a layer of water mist. .
He took two steps forward.
The translucent figure kept the same distance from him, as if it was stuck to him.
Looking down, this scary-looking guy has no legs and is connected to his waist, rotating as his body turns, like two branches growing directly from a tree trunk.
Icha raised his hand and touched it. It felt like some kind of thin jelly.
He straightened his right arm, passing it through its body as if through gel.
"It's an angel." The girl said again.
There is a pair of wings behind it, and it does look like an angel.
"There are two souls in your body." Yicha recalled Nese's words.
He almost forgot that not only the two souls of the Son of Chaos will be separated after the skin is peeled off.
So is his.
Nese was right, there really were two souls... He turned his head straight to the back - which was not difficult for him in his current state.
He was face to face with the blurry shadow, the other side of the coin.
The person of the original fallen angel.
But it seems different from the shadow separated from the girl...
It seems that this guy is not an independent soul and needs to be attached to him.
"Hello." Yi Cha said to the blurry face.
He now wanted to know whether it had independent consciousness.
"Hello." The shadow of the fallen angel at first repeated his words blankly.
Are you imitating his behavior?
Yicha raised a hand and waved, and the shadow of the original fallen angel also waved to him.
wrong.
There was a gap of a few seconds, so it was not a complete imitation mirror.
Not imitation. It's not like he has any sense of autonomy.
Could it be that he was following his thoughts?
He thought for a second without speaking, silently reciting the question in his mind and waiting for the answer.
[Can you act alone? 】
At first the fallen angel's persona was silent and motionless.
Don’t have a name, or can’t answer this question? The original Shadow of the Fallen Angel's Person was the embodiment of the Faith of the Order of the Fallen Angel, which was rather hollow in many aspects.
Maybe he simply doesn't understand what "acting alone" means.
[Are you the first fallen angel? ] to return to the lowest level of the problem and try again.
Surprisingly, the translucent figure nodded.
Can understand questions.
【Your name is? 】
Ripples appeared on the blurry face, "Ichaint Sinkardstu."
It was a bit weird to hear his name spoken by a faceless thing stuck to his back, but Icha was happy to be able to communicate with the Personal Shadow Language Question and Answer.
Being able to understand questions and answer them according to normal rules means that there is the possibility of command.
[Turn around. 】
He said in his mind this time.
At first, the fallen angel's personal shadow turned around obediently, and one of its wings bluntly swept across his face. It was not like a real wing, but like a fluid, creating an obstruction that was half virtual and half real.
With Zha holding the wings of the personal shadow, he tried to imagine in his mind that the big feather fan in his hand turned into a complete shadow and a complete entity respectively.
Unexpectedly, he succeeded both times. Once the wings passed through his hands like air, and the other time he was able to pluck a feather from it.
good.
You can directly control it with your own thoughts... you can even switch between reality and reality. But it seems like it's just reality in the city of souls, Comeniti... We can study it further.
Yi Cha crushed the piece of feather in his hand and dropped it.
The feather quickly dissipated in the air after leaving his hand.
He looked at the fading spots of light.
This means that the things on the personal shadow cannot leave the body.
From this point of view... the personal shadow should not be able to leave him.
[Turn back. shake hands. 】
He issued new orders in his mind.
The translucent, faceless personal shadow twisted over, obediently raised a hand, held it with his opposite hand, and shook it up and down.
Surprisingly useful.
Yi Cha suddenly realized that there was no strict difference between the feeling of commanding the person's shadow and directly raising his arms or wings.
The limbs belonging to the shadow of the original fallen angel's personality are like a newly grown sixth finger, which can be operated freely. It just requires forgetting your usual habits, adapting, and focusing more.
"Hey..." The horned girl came over and tugged on his arm. Yi Cha tapped her head lightly to signal her to wait. He couldn't hold back his thoughts, and the shadow of the fallen angel's personality reached out his hand and knocked the girl as well.
"Huh?" the girl yelled.
There were almost a hundred thousand things, almost a hundred thousand urgent things, he knew.
But there is one last thing. Although not particularly important, it is necessary.
The girl was already holding his hand, and with her other little hand, she carefully took away the whip cage imprisoning the black shadow from his hand.
[It’s so weird to call yourself by your own name. I’m going to give you a new name now. ] He said in his mind to the translucent image opposite.
The personal shadow of the original fallen angel nodded seriously.
This name has been decided for a long time.
Although he didn't come up with it, it's very appropriate to use it here.
【When calling this name, it is me calling you. 】He said.
[I will call you: Lucifer. 】
"Lucifer."
"Your name is Lucifer."
"My name is Lucifer," the Personal Shadow repeated.
"Someone is coming~" The girl hung on his arm, dangling.
【receive. 】
As he thought silently in his heart, the original shadow of the fallen angel's personality turned into a phantom and was taken back into his body.
"Look~"
The girl with the horn seemed to be very energetic after getting rid of the entanglement. She held the whip cage in one hand and pointed into the distance with one hand.
There are two colorful figures there, dragging out dazzling remains against the dark brown monotonous background, twisting and leaping towards this side.
"Can't run away."
The girl grabbed a strand of her hair and tilted her head, as if suggesting or assessing the situation, "They want to take you to the 'balcony'."
She said 'you', not us.
Yicha wanted to ask about the difference, but those two dazzling and slender figures were already piercing his eyes like two mutated dried sardines.
They all have protruding eyes scattered on both sides, one figure is redder and the other is greener.
They stood before him, twisting their heads from side to side to see him fully.
Icha noticed that none of them glanced at the girl.
"Comenity welcomes you. I am Balaam. He is Babas."
The redder one took a step forward and put on a wrinkled smile, "We guide all pure spirits to go to the sun. Please give yourself to us."
It's obvious there isn't any sunlight here.
The only thing that can be associated with sunshine is the "balcony".
Yi Cha considered whether there was any need to exchange pleasantries or the possibility of escaping.
He glanced at the Son of Chaos. The rejuvenated little guy was holding the whip cage in his arms, full of interest and not wanting to leave at all.
"Please show your 'front desk' stamp."
Seeing that he didn't respond, Babas, the other greener guard, put his finned hand on his back and said coldly.
"It's not stamped." He told the truth.
Both guards spoke to him alone.
They really can't seem to see girls.
Balaam and Babas looked at each other - it didn't even take a turn for them.
I don't know where it came from, but they pulled out a huge, hard rainbow out of thin air. Then knocked him unconscious.
