Watching adult films with others is one thing, but being the protagonist is quite bizarre. The most peculiar part is, I'm the passive one, yet my expression shows no signs of reluctance—no, not reluctance, it's more like sheer indulgence.
I rushed in front of the Mirror of Thunder, my face alternating between hot and cold. Lucifinil fluttered his wings, hovering in the air with his legs crossed, striking his signature pose: left hand cradling right, right hand supporting his chin, a mischievous expression on his face.
"Go, go, this isn't suitable for children," I waved at him.
He cocked his head and gestured to the side with his index finger. "Don't stand in the way here."
"What are you doing?" I glared at him.
"Don't you find the imagery beautiful?"
Beautiful? Not even close!!
If that was Isar, I'd rather end myself than break Metatron's heart. If it was me... no, it couldn't be. If I really stooped to such debauchery, I'd rather bash my head against a pillar and be done with it.
I couldn't possibly cover such a large mirror on my own, so Lucifinil continued to watch with great interest. I stood there in embarrassment for a while, then suddenly realized that as long as I didn't stand in front of the mirror, there would be no reflection. So, I immediately moved to the side. As expected, the mirror now only showed a red-haired seraph in white military attire. Lucifinil's gaze followed my movement. At this moment, he had his back to the mirror and couldn't see his own reflection.
— I'd seen that seraph before. It was the same one I saw in the Wind Mirror on the second day.
Seeing me continuously staring at what was behind him, Lucifinil subconsciously turned his head. The speed of his wing flapping slowed as he locked eyes with the seraph in the mirror. Then he glanced back at me and swiftly flew to the side.
The mirror was empty.
"Who is that angel?" I asked.
He looked at me in silence, a hint of hostility in his eyes.
I pulled on his arm, trying to drag him back in front of the Mirror of Thunder to see the reflection again, but he flapped his wings like a bee stung on the rear, hanging in place without moving. Not only that, but his gaze turned particularly fierce.
"Who is he? Tell me!" I didn't give up.
"He has nothing to do with you."
I had almost no chance to meet Lucifer in person. Having finally found a clue on this annoying kid about how to get back, how could I give up? Although it was unwillingly accepting the fact that I couldn't move a kid, thinking that he was a seraph, I gave up struggling and went straight to the Mirror of Thunder to investigate.
This time, Lucifer appeared in the Mirror of Thunder again. Behind him was the Glorious Temple. He was tilting his golden hair to one side, wearing a low-cut white robe, and was looking down at something. I didn't stand there for long before he looked up and gave me a gentle smile.
This smile almost made my heart stop.
I shook my head, moved to the side again, and returned to the Mirror of Thunder—still Lucifer, but his appearance was slightly different from before: behind him was a magnificent temple, he was wearing golden ceremonial attire, and on his head were feathers symbolizing an archangel. His hair fell like a golden waterfall on his ceremonial attire, sparkling.
It felt like playing a dress-up game, so I moved again.
But this time, I almost sat on the ground.
The scene was pitch black, massive palaces erupting in fiery balls, and lava flowing like a river. The man appearing in the Mirror of Thunder had the same hairstyle as Lucifer, but it was entirely black, resembling a piece of black silk, reflecting a fiery red light. He was wearing even more extravagant ceremonial attire than before, with both hands clad in black leather gloves, arrogantly crossed in front of his chest. His pupils were originally deep black with a hint of dark red, but in the instant we locked eyes, they turned bright red.
Then, the corner of his mouth lifted silently, like a predator spotting its prey.
I was so shocked I couldn't move.
The face was still the same as before, high nose bridge, slim and slightly upturned chin. I vividly remembered the first time I saw this face and had that feeling of "wow, he's stunning," but seeing this black-haired man now, who cared if he looked good or not—just one look from him and my legs went weak, like I wanted to kneel on the ground!
Could this be the fallen demon king version of Lucifer?
It felt like my feet were nailed to the ground, and under his intensely invasive gaze, I couldn't even muster the strength to move my feet to an illusion.
— Until a flame descended from the sky and shattered the Mirror of Thunder before me.
Only then did I jolt awake from the nightmare, swiftly turning to look at the culprit behind me.
"Let's go," Lucifinil flew past me without even glancing in my direction.
"You blew up the Mirror of Thunder like that?"
My heart felt like it was on the verge of a heart attack from this series of explosions. I turned back to look at the scattered Mirror of Thunder, the image of the black-haired demon king shattered into countless pieces. I couldn't help but shiver, delicately flapping my wings to approach, but I never got the response from Lucifinil that I was hoping for.
I always felt that there was something wrong with the images of those two people in the Mirror of Thunder, but no matter how hard I thought about it at home, I couldn't figure out what was wrong. In the end, I had to circle back and think about the images in the mirror.
Before the crash, I always thought Tom Ellis was the fallen Lucifer. But after seeing the mirror, I'm sure they just look alike—everyone's aura is unique, and the Devil Lucifer's aura is simply unparalleled.
"Why do you think the person who affects me the most is Lord Lucifer?" I blurted out while I was cleaning the floor.
"I thought you'd be curious about why he turned into the image in the mirror," Lucifinil's little head popped out of a book.
"Why would I be curious?" Lucifer was destined to be the Devil, that was common knowledge. It's just that his Devil appearance was scarier than I imagined.
Lucifinil didn't say anything, just closed the book, threw it on the shelf, and impatiently beckoned me, "You should hire someone to clean, are you not bothered by being on the floor all day? Go take a shower and sleep with me."
"Oh..." I nodded, took a couple of steps, then flew back in, ruffling his hair absentmindedly. "Naughty kid! You're complaining even when I clean my own house?! Are you too used to being a young master, huh? Huh? Huh?" I kept rubbing his face until the end.
But Lucifinil, in a departure from his usual demeanor, furrowed his brows and observed my face with a serious expression.
You'd never know how comical it is when a child makes such a face.
Suppressing my laughter-induced stomach ache, I took a bath. Returning to the room, I found Lucifinil lying on the bed lost in thought. He looked so clean. I used a towel to dry my damp hair, then, with Lucifinil on my back, I removed the towel wrapped around my lower body and put on a discounted boxer shorts I bought on the fifth day. All the while, I whistled and read a magazine.
"Those shorts of yours are really ugly."
Hearing this from the naughty kid, my temples throbbed— but it's okay, I won't argue with a child.
"For men, it doesn't matter if it's ugly or not, the key is to have a masculine vibe."
"No man would have any desire after seeing those."
"A man?" I jumped up suddenly, almost flipping the table. "I like women! What does it have to do with me if it's a man or not?"
Lucifinil raised an eyebrow, looking entirely indifferent.
This kid was quite unlikable this evening. I decided to ignore him. After drying my head, when I turned off the light and crawled into bed, I didn't touch his big brother's forehead like before. I slept with my back to him instead.
However, Lucifinil didn't fall asleep. Soon, a soft little hand traced under the covers, holding onto mine. Just as I was about to ask what was the matter, he suddenly climbed onto me, his hands on either side of my head, and he lowered his head to look at me quietly.
In the dark, his eyes shone as bright as blue stars, his golden hair falling like tiny wheat spikes. I had to admit, this child was really cute.
"What's wrong?"
I was about to sit up, but he forcefully pressed me down. He maintained this position, observing me for a long time, then suddenly lowered his voice and said, "From now on, you can't wear so little in front of other men. Got it?"
If it was funny at the beginning, it was getting a bit too weird now.
Whether it was the ambiguous language of the celestial realm or there was too much questionable content in my mind, I couldn't tell. In any case, the atmosphere with this kid made me feel uneasy.
I really didn't want to see a book in the bookstore titled "Heshbon Obscene Boy Case." I quickly pushed him away, hugged him, and patted his head. "Let's go to sleep, you're too tired."
"Isar, listen carefully, once you decide to become Lucifer's, you won't have a chance to be intimate with other men again."
The veins on my forehead surged again!
When did I ever say I wanted to become Lucifer's—!!
I gently patted his head, then gently pushed his bangs aside, gathered my strength, and bumped his forehead! And then I fainted and fell asleep.
Strangely enough, before, when I struggled to return to the human realm, I couldn't find Lucifer no matter what. Now that I've finally adjusted to life in the celestial realm and no longer in such a rush, I can see him every day.
Yes, since looking in the mirror, Lucifer goes to the Wings of Grace Café every day. But he's always with a group of archangels, so I don't have a chance to talk to him alone. In addition to that, I'm required to deliver food to him every day, and he tips me every day. And without exception, the six to ten gold coins I receive every day are confiscated by the manager.
Life is just like that. The money I earn from work is already very little, and the extra income is confiscated. Lucifinil also tells me every day, "You should eat better, go buy this, go buy that, let's eat together." Where do I have so much money? I can only buy for him while starving, and then lie that I've already eaten. What's even more infuriating is that after he realizes I've lost weight, Lucifinil still asks this question. I can only say with humiliation, "Brother just has this kind of physique, the more nutrition, the thinner Brother gets, are you jealous? Jealousy won't get you anywhere!"
Finally, one day, while I was working in the kitchen, I passed out.
After being slapped dozens of times by the boss, I woke up again. Everything in front of me was still swaying, and he unceremoniously pulled me up. "Hurry up, Lord Lucifer is calling you to deliver food."
"Alright..."
Tired, hungry, and uncomfortable, I no longer cared why Lucifer wanted me to deliver food. I wobbled towards his private room, carrying the luxurious tray he had forcibly handed to me.
Just as I was about to free up a hand to push the door open, I heard someone inside mention my name:
"Your Highness, Isar fainted in the kitchen just now, he'll be here soon." It was a co-worker who worked with me.
"Fainted?" Lucifer's voice was several tones lower than usual. "What happened?"
"It seems he fainted from hunger," the co-worker answered cautiously. "He's a really good brother, he starves himself every day to feed his little brother."
I immediately pushed the door open, smiling brightly. "It's not like that at all, I stayed up too late studying last night, didn't sleep well, and ended up passing out."
"Is that so?" Lucifer looked at me, his eyes full of mistrust.
Automatically replaying the scene from the previous day in my mind—
"Isar, get up, it's only seven in the evening and you're already sleeping? Are you a pig?" Lucifinil shook my shoulders vigorously, but I was so exhausted that I really slept like a log.
"The food is served, the food is served." I placed the tray in the center of the square table.
Just as I was about to leave, Lucifer suddenly asked, "What did you do with the tips I gave you?"
"My colleague just told you, I used it to buy food for my little brother. You know, kids need nutrition to grow, he has a big appetite."
Lucifer remained silent for a moment, then looked at the angel beside him and nodded. The angel immediately took out a bag of heavy gold coins and placed it in my hand.
I held the bag, which weighed at least three kilograms, dumbfounded.
"Will these be enough?" Lucifer looked at me again.
I quickly handed the gold coins back to him. "Your Highness, to be honest, us waitstaff at the restaurant are not allowed to accept tips. You'd better keep the money, and in the future, let me conserve energy in the kitchen by just pressing buttons. That way, I can endure longer and earn more..."
"You can't accept tips? Then where did the tips I gave you go?"
With him pressing like this, I was even less able to play along. My stomach was rumbling, but my energy was unusually good at this point, I couldn't pass out no matter what. So, I patted my colleague on the shoulder, gave him a profound and mysterious look, and then slipped out of the private room.
That night, after Lucifer left, the boss personally came to tell me that he was raising my wage to fifteen gold coins an hour—this was a whopping fifteen times the base salary, even higher than the manager's salary. Not only that, he also moved me to the front desk, where I only needed to work two hours a day, sitting down to answer the phone, listen to music, and point people in the right direction.
As for the manager who had been supervising me... he inexplicably got fired.
Is there anything more exhilarating in the world than this?
After I got home, I told Lucifinil about it, and lifted him up, spinning him around several times. Then, I told him with an air of mystery, "You know, I think Lord Lucifer might have had a hand in this! But, don't tell anyone."
Lucifinil looked at me with vacant eyes, looking very disdainful.
I ruffled his hair, gazing out of the window with a dreamy look, "Lord Lucifer is truly a good person. I didn't expect him to seem so proud, but in reality, he's more just than anyone! I'm starting to like him more and more!"
"Is that so."
"Yes!"
Lowering my head to look at Lucifinil again, he even smiled with a slight raise of his lips. It was rare to see him wearing such a sweet and cute smile, which made me even happier. "Naughty kid, now I really have money. Tomorrow morning, I'll wake up early and make you something delicious!"
"Okay."
Well, that's what I said, but recovering expended energy wasn't so easy. The next day, I didn't even hear the alarm, and ended up sleeping until noon. Fortunately, it was the weekend and I didn't have classes. I got up and searched everywhere for Lucifinil.
But, after looking for half a day, there was no sign of him anywhere. Only on the bedside table was a cup of warm milk, with a reddish magical fire seal underneath to keep it warm. Next to the milk was a small basket, lined with a circle of fabric, inside were a few fragrant bread rolls, wrapped in a thin layer of cheese.
Under the basket was a note, the handwriting as beautiful as a painting, each word like a blooming cherry blossom, skillfully crafted as if by a poet's hand. I pulled out the note and read it several times. It said:
Darling,
I had some things to attend to and went back first. There's bread and milk on the table, remember to have breakfast before doing anything else. Don't drink milk on an empty stomach, it's not nutritious and not good for your stomach. See you at Metatron's birthday banquet, I have something to tell you.
Lucifinil
I silently read this note multiple times.