"You shouldn't have ended up like this, brother. Lucifer sat in a chair and looked at Michael's body lying on a stone bed.

Michael's appearance is almost the same as when he was alive, and it even makes people feel that he is just taking a nap, completely unaware of the corrupt aura called death. The body of the six-winged holy angel was originally a creation given by God, and the dust of the mortal world could not hide the solemnity and grandeur that only God possessed, and the creation given by God had the power of God after all, even if it died, it would not be the same as the death of mortals in the world.

"Actually, you are a fool, why do you have to oppose me, if you had joined forces with me then, maybe you would be the new god now. Even though there was no one to answer, Lucifer spoke into the air like a whisper. "Actually, I've always been jealous of you, you're a person approved by your father, and I'll always have to bow down to you, who will feel uncomfortable if I change it?"

No one answered in the empty room.

Lucifer bit his nails and smiled helplessly, "Really, what am I doing here like a psychopath? ”

The door to the room was suddenly pushed open, and a nun dressed in black monastic robes with a veil over her face walked in with a candlestick.

"Lord Mephistopheles wants to talk to you, Lord Lucifer. The nun said in an emotionless tone. "He'll be here soon, so send me to inform you first. ”

Ever since Lucifer arrived in Prison One, he had been disgusted by the extravagance in front of him, and although he had heard that Mephistopheles was fond of extravagance, collecting curiosities and building palaces, he had never imagined that it could be so extravagant.

However, he could not refuse Mephistopheles' invitation, so he forced himself to endure his discomfort and was admitted to the first prison, but fortunately Lucifer found what he thought to be the most humble of the rows of mechanically decorated rooms.

This is an all-stone room, not only the stone walls, but even the tables, chairs, and stools are made of stone. Despite the chill of the stone at night, Lucifer felt that this was the only room that best met his requirements.

In addition to satisfying his own requirements as much as possible, Mephistopheles also arranged for Lucifer to be served by a nun he had captured from the human world, in the name of making him feel at home. But Lucifer was not grateful for this, for when he saw that his servant had been tortured almost like a walking, talking machine, the last vestiges of his affection for Hell were gone.

"Go and tell him I'm here for you. Lucifer didn't raise his head and said, "I'll wait for him here, go and tell him that if he has something to say, he can speak quickly." ”

The nun bowed slightly, placed the candlestick in her hand on a stone table, and bowed obediently out of the room.

Looking at the flame burning in the wick, Lucifer felt a different sense of melancholy. I remember that when Michael first taught him to use his own powers, he also used candles as a demonstration. At that time, Michael and he were still at an ignorant age, and when Michael lit the candle with his mind in the air, Lucifer can still remember his shouting.

"It's nothing to make a fuss about. At that time, Michael said, "If you practice diligently, you will definitely surpass me." Because you are my brother, I always believe in this. ”

Do you still believe that I won't kill you before you die? Lucifer thought bitterly, no one will believe me anymore, it seems that no one will approve of me anymore except you, even our own brother Gabriel will only think of me as a brother-killing monster now.

"Do you have something on your mind?"

Lucifer's thoughts were abruptly interrupted, and he looked up to see Mephistopheles' handsome face smiling at him.

"It's nothing, it's just a lot of thought. Lucifer casually found a reason to prevaricate.

"Doesn't it look like a cranky idea, do you regret killing Michael?" Mephistopheles was still laughing, but Lucifer always thought he was hiding a knife in his laughter.

"I won't regret it. Lucifer stood up. "Even if you regret it, you can't regret the road to retreat, we are now grasshoppers on a rope, one is prosperous, and one is lost. ”

Mephistopheles pretended to exaggerate and sighed loudly: "What a vivid metaphor, I have to say that these are also one of the talents of human beings. Why do I have to be tied to the same rope as you? It just makes me feel so unlucky. ”

The corners of Lucifer's mouth twitched unconsciously: "This is the end of the small talk, what do you want to talk about?"

"What's the hurry, what's the hurry?" Mephistopheles walked unhurriedly to the chair next to Lucifer and sat down. "Coming to you naturally has something very important, don't worry so much, it brings you good news!"

"Good news?" Lucifer said, squinting. "Could it be that you have already figured out the exact position between Satan, otherwise I really can't think of anything else that can be called good news now?"

Mephistopheles raised his hands and clapped his hands twice: "That's right, yes, I got it, the exact location of the artifact has been found in the parchment." ”

"That's a lot of nonsense!" Lucifer gave him a crisp look, "Now that you know, say it quickly, I don't have that much spare time to listen to your nonsense." ”

Mephistopheles wanted to flaunt a little more, but Lucifer's interruption made him embarrassed like swallowing a fly alive. He said in a slightly annoyed and dissatisfied tone, "You're really not that approachable, forget it, I'll tell you." The parchment is mostly a fable, and I-"

"Can't you be concise?" Lucifer interrupted him again rudely. "Speak directly about the results. ”

Mephistopheles trembled as she felt offended, and it was clearly resentful of Lucifer's disdain: "Good, good. Let me put it simply, the story is that God accidentally lost the knife that cut the bread and left a wound in the earth, and blue blood gushed out of it to cover the wound, so God felt sorry for it. ”

Lucifer snorted from his nostrils, "And then? The whereabouts of Satan's Sword are hidden in this stupid and long story, so where the hell is it?"

"Isn't that easy to answer?" Mephistopheles finally got up from his chair when he couldn't stand Lucifer's arrogance. "The blue blood refers to the ocean, and that wound is now the deepest rift in the world. ”

"The deepest rift?"

"To the fissure in the heart of the earth, the deepest part of the world's oceans, the Mariana Trench. Mephistopheles said triumphantly.

"It's hidden in that kind of place, no wonder no one has ever been able to find it. Hiding in the deepest crack in the ocean floor is my foolish father's style!" Lucifer let out a mocking laugh without mercy.

"Shall we go get it now, then?" Mephistopheles asked.

"Of course, if you don't wait for me, why don't you wait now?" replied Lucifer.

"Then let's go now, so that we can get one step closer to your goal and mine. ”

Is it closer? Lucifer's heart was not full of joy about winning at the moment, but was filled with all kinds of complicated feelings. Brother, do you know? I'm going to win, I'm going to complete my own path of salvation, it's a road paved with your life, and if you know why I'm doing this, you'll forgive me, right? No, it's okay if you don't, because then you'll approve of me doing it.

"Hey, what are you doing? It's time to go!" Mephistopheles reminded.

Lucifer put away his cluttered thoughts, and instead of answering Mephistopheles, he walked out of the room on his own, his steps suddenly stopped, as if in a final struggle, but he finally stretched his clenched fists again, and said in a tone that was almost imperceptible: "Let's go, all for the greatest purpose." ”

Mephistopheles didn't notice the difference Lucifer had made today, and he nodded happily and followed Lucifer out of the bleak stone house.

The figures of the two disappeared, only the candle brought by the nun was still burning, and no one noticed that although it had been burning for a long time, the wick of the candle had never been shortened, and the color of the core was not the ordinary charred black but a distorted ghostly lacquer black.

In the depths of the Vatican Forest, the nameless man opened his eyes that had been closed for a long time as if sensing something, and he turned his head to Mammon who was sitting beside him with a satisfied smile: "They already know where the sword is, they didn't expect it to be so fast, although it was a little unexpected, but it was all under our control." ”

"That's right, let them finish this big play well!" Mammon raised her eyebrows and smiled slightly: "The countdown to the end has come, and the actors are almost all here, let's wait a little longer, after all, a perfect drama needs a dramatic ending." ”

"Do you need me to continue sending the Irrigis to track them down?" asked the Nameless Man.

Mammon waved his hand and replied, "There's no need for that, let's let them move freely first, and call all the splinters back, leaving only the part of Lucifer's body, except for that man, there is no need to be afraid of anything else." ”

"Just do as you say, but doesn't it really matter if you withdraw everything?"

Mammon looked at the nameless man with a burning gaze: "Believe me, you can't be wrong. There is nothing left to stop us, the next thing is to let them get what they want, let them open the gates of hell, let them welcome the King's Landing of Satan, and plunge the world into war and chaos. And then at the end of the war, it is you and I who dedicate the last requiem to this old world full of lies and hypocrisy. ”