HKSHL Chapter 29

There was frequent physical contact, continuous kissing, and during their trysts, Yahweh couldn't hold back, leading to a couple more intimate encounters with Lucifer. The silk trees in bloom around them were pure and beautiful, which made Yahweh feel slightly embarrassed. Indulgence was like the forbidden fruit of Eden; once tasted, it was unstoppable.

However, there was an advantage to this. Yahweh's relationship with Lucifer became even closer, so much so that it was akin to honey mixed with oil. Lucifer's demands grew increasingly gentle and considerate, his technique advanced by leaps and bounds, making Yahweh, though reluctant to admit it, thoroughly enjoy the wonderful experience of being cherished. He no longer resisted such matters from the bottom of his heart.

Lucifer loved him. He could give a part of himself to exchange for this deepening affection. Lovers in the throes of passion can never spend too much time together.

Lucifer, bearing the title of Satan, ruled Hell unchallenged. He didn't need to worry about demons and fallen angels being unable to find their superior. The lifespans of immortal beings were too long; disappearing for a few years occasionally was normal. Even the most active demons in Hell had the experience of sleeping with their blankets for over a decade.

As for Yahweh, he had long left behind his fabricated identity of "Seraphim" and was immersed in unprecedented joy. If not for Lucifer reminding him that the once-a-decade Cathedral Conference was upon them and he had to attend, Yahweh would have nearly forgotten. The conference was held at the Great Crystal Cathedral, and only first-rank Seraphim were qualified to participate. 

Of course, God would be there as well. There had never been an instance where God was absent from the conference.

Cold sweat broke out on Yahweh's forehead. There was only one entity; he either sat on the throne listening to the Seraphim report on the major and minor events of the past decade, or stood among the Seraphim, reporting his own activities over the ten years. No matter which identity he chose, he would face the reality of talking to himself.

The laughter from the Book of Genesis seemed imminent.

Seeing Yahweh's disheartened expression, Lucifer thought he was reluctant to leave him and comforted, "It’s best if God doesn’t know about our relationship. Michael and the others shouldn’t be foolish enough to report it, just be careful with your answers."

After saying this, Lucifer whispered several methods to hide his thoughts from God in Yahweh's ear. These were the personal experiences of the former Archangel.

Yahweh: "..."

His golden eyes stared blankly at Lucifer, somewhat dazed. Lucifer patted the innocent Yahweh, sighing, "These methods are very practical. If you’re not good at multitasking, you can memorize what you need to say, then think about something else in your heart. This will create a virtual layer of thoughts, and God won’t hear your true intentions."

Yahweh murmured in confusion, "What if God checks my memories?"

Lucifer lifted Yahweh’s silver hair gently, saying softly, "Seal the memories, fabricate memories, overlay memories. As long as the constructed content has no logical issues, it will be fine."

Suddenly, Lucifer's cheek hurt. It turned out Yahweh had pinched his cheek and was pulling it outward, slightly annoyed, "You used these tricks to deceive God?"

He had thought Lucifer's mind was as pure as a child's! 

So it was all deception!

Lucifer was surprised by Yahweh's sudden defense of God and vaguely revealed the truth: "No, I usually empty my mind, but Michael, that fool, left his mind wide open when he met God. He's doomed."

Very good, Michael!

Yahweh decided that at this holy assembly, he would uncover all the secrets of the seraphim.

He released his grip, leaned against Lucifer, and said in a voice that was cold yet carried a dangerous edge, "Tell me all the methods."

Lucifer, with great interest, asked, "What's the reward?"

A perfect smile appeared on Yahweh's face, breathtaking and adding an allure that a virgin didn't have, "Me."

Lucifer's heart skipped a beat.

Alright.

He was seduced.

Hell's Satan openly betrayed the Seraphims of Heaven, revealing all their little secrets to Yahweh. As Yahweh listened, he pondered how to punish them for daring to conceal their thoughts from him and even developing spells specifically targeting him!

When Yahweh finished learning, it was time for Lucifer to claim his reward.

"Yahweh, be good, spread your legs."

"..."

"It won't delay your departure, dear, hurry up."

"...Just once."

"Okay."

Lucifer quickly stripped off his clothes.

Watching the silver-haired beauty under him shyly spread his legs, exposing his bashful parts, Lucifer felt his life was complete.

Yahweh was too conservative, never willing to engage in excessive actions.

"You're so beautiful."

Lucifer's praise was rejected by Yahweh.

No, he didn't like Lucifer complimenting him at this time at all!

Yahweh closed his eyes, forcing himself not to think about matters of Heaven. The satisfaction from being filled beneath brought him a bit of embarrassment.

As the Creator of the universe, his inherited memory encompassed knowledge from all aspects, but as the only god in this world, he never anticipated that his divine desire, once aroused, would grow increasingly strong.

He was craving.

Craving the pleasure Lucifer brought him.

Yahweh's ears turned red, his golden eyes tinted with faint desire, like a mirror covered in a hazy veil.

He allowed Lucifer to start a second round after the first one.

When it was time to return to Heaven, Lucifer reluctantly ceased his affection for Yahweh. Yahweh's legs wobbled as he stood up, and his clothes were wrapped around him again, tightly covering his body that had endured passionate lovemaking. Considering that Yahweh had to face the challenging God soon, Lucifer didn't release inside him, making Yahweh feel even more the wetness from the friction.

"No, I want to take a bath—"

"There's no time."

Lucifer smiled and half-embraced, half-supported Yahweh as they left the small grove. The sight of his lover being weak in the limbs gave him a great sense of accomplishment, but rationality restrained him—sending Yahweh to heaven for the meeting was more important.

"See you tomorrow."

At the end of heaven's staircase, he kissed Yahweh's flushed cheek and waved his sleeve without taking away a single cloud. Yahweh stared at the spot where he disappeared. Moments later, Yahweh resignedly walked towards the gates of heaven. The stairs were pure white, his white clothes like snow. His slow steps and indifferent expression were more beautiful than any scenery to the angelic guards. But they didn't know—

This wasn't just any exalted Seraphim, but the creator of the entire world. The divine beauty surpasses all things.

The teleportation array went directly to the ninth crystal heaven, the only place that didn't require any pass. Any angel lower than a Seraphim who entered the crystal heaven would be destroyed by the terrifying spatial pressure within, and Seraphim Archangel Michael had no mercy for any angel daring to seek death.

With a flash of light, Yahweh arrived at the ninth heaven. He didn't hurry to the great cathedral, but instead adjusted his collar, carefully removing the kiss marks on his skin again. The area between his legs was unusually sticky. Yahweh surveyed the crystal heaven, looking for a suitable place to bathe.

His gaze paused when he saw the last building in heaven that hadn't been demolished—Lucifer's former palace. Neglected inside and out, it was no longer as bright and new as before. Yahweh walked into the corridor, heading towards the bedchamber, knowing that the bathing place would be near it. Pushing open the door that hadn't been opened for a long time, Yahweh's eyes blurred for a moment, the curtains half-draped around the bed. He thought he might see the angel lying on the bed, taking a nap.

Lucifer often came to the crystal heaven to accompany him. Although the great cathedral didn't house angels, Lucifer would stay in his palace. He once found joy in watching Lucifer sleep—the angel looked incredibly gentle when he slept.

"Luci."

Yahweh murmured the name of his lover, who was not really his lover. But no one in heaven was destined to respond to him. Lucifer didn't want to come back. Yahweh's golden eyes dimmed as he pushed open another door, using the cleanest water there to bathe his body. Silver hair like a waterfall hung down to the ground. Numerous water droplets rolled down his bare body. Yahweh's closed eyes opened again, revealing a soul-shaking majesty in the mist.

In the great cathedral, Yahweh stepped into the Seraphim's ranks. The empty throne of God now held the figure of the Lord, enveloped in holy light, resplendent and bright. Before God, one could neither look directly nor speak presumptuously. Even without observing, the Book of Genesis knew that the one returning to the throne was the true body, and the "Yahweh" below was just an illusion. God would always be God, capable of temporarily lowering himself for Lucifer, but his identity as the Lord distinguished him fundamentally from all creation.

The meeting began. The dull and tedious meeting happened once every ten years, and none of the Seraphim dared to relax. They reported the events of the past decade one by one. God occasionally asked questions. If satisfied with the answers, he would gently say, "Good." If not satisfied, only a heavy pressure followed. The not-so-powerful Uriel directly knelt in cold sweat.

While the Seraphim were astonished at God's unusual severity this time, the Book of Genesis, close to God's waist, smelled the scent of his post-bath fragrance. It curiously thought: He went on a date and still came back for the meeting. Since when has God been so dedicated to heaven?

It didn't reveal its indecent thoughts, and its "head" was promptly smacked hard by God. The Book of Genesis dared not protest. God looked down at his favored angels, his gaze sweeping over each angel's face, analyzing the secrets Lucifer had revealed.

Then he looked to his right. The red-haired angel's face paled under God's cold, sharp gaze. He silently cursed.

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【Little Theater】:

God: Michael, what were you just thinking?

Michael firmly replied: I was praising my God's supreme greatness!

God: Oh? Why did I hear you thinking that today's halo brightness has decreased a bit and is finally not hurting the eyes?

Michael: … (I'm doomed.)

T/N: I binge-read this the last couple of days and immediately fell in love with it. For Christians, this novel might feel a bit awkward but if you look past the religious aspects it's a very good read and quite logical and comical. To be immersed I only read the already translated parts so I'll be continuing this journey with you. Hope you enjoy this as much as I will.