Chapter 1492: Twilight Event (14)

In the Forgotten Bookstore, Schiller was cleaning up the traces left by the previous fight with Red Hood. Red Hood wiped the blood on the floor and asked: "Now Constantine's corpse has been taken away by that angel named Gabriel, where do you plan to find him?"

"I don't need to find him, someone will come to find me."

"Ding-dong," the doorbell rang. Schiller turned his head and saw Lucifer's figure outside the showcase.

Red Hood went over to open the door. Schiller looked at Lucifer. Lucifer rushed in in a hurry, and then at the moment he saw Schiller's eyes, he made an "uh" sound.

"Is Arrogance not here?" Lucifer asked.

"He finished a stage of teaching and went on vacation." Schiller lowered his head to wipe his hands with a towel and said: "If you have something to find him, you can come back after a while."

"I do have something to find him." Lucifer sighed. He stood by the door, one hand supporting the door frame, the expression on his face wanting to say something but stopping, as if in this regard he only had common topics with Arrogance.

"I guess, you want to come and ask me how to deal with Gabriel?" Schiller showed a smile and said: "Very coincidentally, he also took my things, I hope he can return them to me."

"Then, then you..." Lucifer really didn't know how to speak. It wasn't that he was embarrassed to let Schiller help, but because he knew that Schiller hated everyone equally. If Schiller went to help one person deal with another, he would probably make both pay the same price.

"Actually, it's very simple." Schiller walked behind the table by the window and sat down, then pointed to the position opposite, and said: "Don't worry, I won't lie, and I won't make you pay any price. Helping you is also helping myself."

Lucifer immediately took two steps back to show his attitude, but after a while, he still walked to the opposite of Schiller and sat down, because he really wanted to know how Schiller planned to deal with Gabriel.

"Actually, even if you didn't come to find me, I would go find you. Only you can deal with Gabriel." Schiller leaned his body back against the back of the chair, his hands folded in front of him, and continued: "Not because you have powerful strength, but because you are special."

"You are the first light at the beginning of creation, the brightest star in the sky, and the angel who fell most vigorously, but these are actually not your most special features."

Lucifer raised an eyebrow, and Schiller continued: "Your most special feature is your status in God's heart. He doesn't just favor you. To God, all creations except you are equal, whether it is humans or angels. He loves them, but he loves them as a God."

"Angels and humans are both God's believers, only you are his son, and he is your father, so even if you no longer believe in him, and don't live in the original home, he still loves you."

Schiller took a light breath and said: "You and God, God and you, the relationship between you is not faith, but family affection. You are God's only relative."

Lucifer lowered his eyes and tilted his head slightly to one side. He seemed to want to say something, but in the end, he didn't say anything. Only on this point, the original sin representing arrogance is undeniable.

Lucifer knew better than anyone that the so-called falling from heaven to hell was a joke, because whether it was heaven, hell, the human world, or anywhere else in the universe, it was all under God's control.

He was more like a rebellious son who was having a tantrum with his father, unwilling to be restrained by his elders at home, so he ran out to live alone. It looked independent, but in fact, he had always been under his father's shade. If he wasn't Lucifer Morningstar, would his Satan job be done so easily?

"Gabriel is jealous of exactly this point." Schiller stretched out a hand and placed it on the table, his fingertips tapping and said: "He is not jealous of your strength, but your current free and easy state."

"Because you can have today, it is entirely God's indulgence. This omniscient and omnipotent God has no punishment for your offensive behavior, letting you willfully fall from heaven, and then getting tired of the position of Satan and running to the human world. If God indulged you a little less, you wouldn't live so comfortably."

Lucifer pursed his lips and had nothing to say. He muttered a few words in a low voice, but in the end, he didn't refute. After all, what Schiller said was also a fact. In fact, the moment he fell from heaven, if God was determined to stop him, even if he could run, he would definitely not have the strength to compete for the position of Satan.

But God didn't care at all, letting him take Lucifer Morningstar's powerful strength to make a big fuss in hell, completely disrupting the original order, and then becoming Satan.

He soon got tired of the environment in hell and took a fancy to the human world. God attaches great importance to humans and almost never lets any angels and demons mess around in the human world, but Lucifer still came to the human world with such powerful strength, saying he was opening a bar, but actually, he was just idle, but God still had no opinion.

This kind of behavior can be called doting on any elder, Lucifer thought. No wonder Gabriel had to provoke a war between heaven and hell, wasn't it just to make himself busy?

And Schiller also said: "Gabriel dare not retaliate against God, and knows he doesn't have this ability, so he uses disrupting your life to vent his dissatisfaction with God's favoritism."

"Essentially, this is a corrective thinking, believing that what you get is what you shouldn't get, so he wants to correct this point."

"Fool." Lucifer said with a cold face: "Whether this is what I should get, it will never be his turn."

"And starting from this, wanting to deal with him is actually very simple." Schiller picked up the water glass on the table and poured two glasses of water, handed one to Lucifer, picked up the water glass himself and took a sip, and said: "The inferior strategy is to completely ignore him. You don't pay too much attention to him, do what you should do. He cannot achieve his purpose of correction and will naturally be full of anger and unwillingness."

"I actually wanted to do that." Lucifer sighed and said: "But he is getting more and more excessive, not only sending people to investigate my new bar, but also constantly provoking in heaven, frequently provoking the demon kings of hell. If he continues to stir like this, no one can be quiet."

"Then you can adopt the middle strategy, make a phone call to Michael. Archangel Michael represents a pure heart of justice. He will not allow Gabriel to do these little actions to provoke war. This way, you don't need to take action yourself, and you can also use this to humiliate him and remind him to recognize his identity."

Lucifer's expression moved slightly. His eyes turned slightly and said: "This is not bad, but in fact, Michael can't control him either. That guy is too rigid and only believes in that set of religious preaching. Gabriel is much more despicable than him and can easily deceive him."

Then Lucifer thought for a while, frowned and asked: "Since there are inferior and middle strategies, there must be a superior strategy, right? Don't sell it, let's hear it."

But Schiller shook his head and said: "Although these two suggestions have average effects, they don't take much effort, but the superior strategy is completely different from them, and it can even be said that the effects that can be achieved are not at the same magnitude as the first two."

Lucifer's hand stiffened, but he still asked with some curiosity: "What effect can it achieve? Can it kill Gabriel?"

Schiller shook his head and said: "Angels are immortal, but what is more terrible than physical death is mental torture. I can't let Gabriel die, but I can make him have a mental breakdown."

Lucifer slowly narrowed his eyes. He leaned his body forward, looked at Schiller and asked: "What is that?"

Schiller smiled mysteriously, also leaned forward, placed his hands on the table, his originally dull gray eyes focused instantly, staring at Lucifer's eyes and said.

"You return to heaven as Lucifer Morningstar, become the supreme Archangel again, then judge Gabriel's numerous crimes, and expel him from heaven."

"Cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough!" Lucifer had a series of violent coughs, looking like he was going to cough out his lungs.

He pointed at Schiller, then pointed at himself, then pointed at Schiller again, his mouth opened and closed, closed and opened, then stared with wide eyes, looking at Schiller in disbelief and said: "What did you say?"

"Are you mistaken?! I fell from heaven long ago! How can I go back? And the current Archangel is Michael, what does it have to do with me? And how can I expel Gabriel???"

"Think carefully, Lucifer." Schiller leaned his body further forward, keeping his eyes on Lucifer's eyes, and Lucifer was unconsciously attracted by those focused gray eyes.

"Can you really not do it? Lucifer? Think calmly and rationally about the things you just questioned, do you really have no chance at all to do it?... Let's look at them one by one."

"First of all, can you return to heaven?"

"I..." Lucifer was about to open his mouth to deny Schiller, but watched him say: "I don't mean whether you want to, but whether you can."

"Can... actually can." Lucifer dragged a very long tone, and then said with some difficulty: "There is no place in this world I can't go, including heaven, the Garden of Eden, and those places written in the 'Bible' that seem very sacred. When I was young, God took me there, I know the way."

"Good, then if you return to heaven, will Michael give up the position of Archangel to you?"

The expression on Lucifer's face was even more wonderful. His facial features twisted and twisted, and finally, he squeezed a sentence from his teeth: "He... should be."

Lucifer wrinkled the muscles around his eyes, then covered his eyes with his hands and said: "You don't know, that guy Michael is just an old stubborn who only recognizes dead logic. Whatever the Bible says, he believes it. The Bible says that angels replace God to cleanse all sins in the world and spread love and kindness, so he feels that whoever can do this best should become the Archangel."

"And he thinks that sincere repentance is the highest virtue of all living beings. You know, it's those theories about atonement. If he sees that I am willing to return to heaven, he will definitely feel that this is really rare, and then run to the Garden of Eden to continue being his guard, giving the position of Archangel to me."

"Very good, then, can you judge Gabriel?"

Lucifer thought carefully and said: "That fool is not without flaws. Azazel has evidence that he let his subordinates fall from heaven to hell to collect information. Just for the crime of instigating angels to fall, Michael would hate to kill him on the spot. I guess if I say I want to expel him, Michael shouldn't have any opinions."

After Lucifer finished speaking, he leaned weakly against the back of the chair with a loveless expression, while Schiller continued to lean his body forward, his upper body almost crossing the center line of the table.

"Do you know how much this will make Gabriel collapse? The things he couldn't get for thousands of years, you gave up so easily without receiving any punishment, and when you turned back, everyone forgave you so easily, and even felt very happy for your repentance, and even celebrated for it."

"The things he cherishes, you treat as shoes. He wanted to teach you a lesson, letting you know that such contempt for God's love will always be punished, but after you went around freely and easily, your status went a step further."

"And all this has no reason, not because you are better than him, did better than him, but just because of God's unreasonable partiality."

Schiller's lower eyelids rose slightly, and the chill in his eyes made Lucifer feel his back chill.

"But God's authority has long been rooted in his mind. He cannot raise any hatred for the Creator. Those angers and jealousies like knives will be swallowed by himself, like a storm crushing his internal organs, bringing unspeakable, endless pain."

"In the end, he won't hate God, he won't even hate you, he will only hate himself. There is no suffering in this world deeper and more continuous than what this type of person imposes on himself."

Lucifer swallowed, used his feet to push the chair back a little, turned his head away and said: "I think you are still a bit too extreme. I think about it calmly, Gabriel actually didn't do anything, I don't have to be angry to this extent."

Schiller returned to his normal posture, his back close to the back of the chair, his hands crossed and placed on his legs, looking at Lucifer with meaningful eyes and said: "Everything is decided by yourself. If you change your mind, come here to find me, I will always be waiting for you."

After Lucifer left the Forgotten Bookstore, he sighed long. There was a trace of luck in his heart. Fortunately, he controlled his emotions and was not seduced by the devil, otherwise, he would be like Constantine.

Lucifer wanted to return to hell to find Azazel and let him quickly take Constantine away, not to get involved in the matter between Constantine and Schiller, otherwise, he would fall sooner or later. But he felt his brain was still a bit messy, so he decided to return to his bar in Haibincheng to calm down for a while.

When Lucifer's teleportation landed, he smelled a strong smell of blood. He widened his eyes, walked quickly into the bar, and saw corpses all over the floor.

A painful groan came from in front of the bar. Lucifer hurriedly rushed up to help up the woman who fell in front of the wine cabinet, looked down at the wound on her abdomen, and said: "Wheat! Wheat, what's wrong with you?!"

Suddenly Lucifer sniffed, because he smelled a familiar taste from the power breath in the air.

A few seconds later, an angry roar echoed in the bar.

"Gabriel!

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