Rabbit sage and masked nobleman.

As her husband visited the land of “ Paradise ” and learned, taught and talked, the “ people ” in that land began to set a record, recognizing that “ Belzebule ” was noble and clever - the twin brothers who guided themselves - to be supportive.

The divine presence with its twelve beautiful wings and the witty, healthy presence who refrained beside it like its shadow spoke affectionately was influential enough to arouse the urge to make history even for people.

- It conveys to me that you are called by name with respect, but when you are called away, it creates a strange misconception.

As close as I got, the Lord said that the tone was sloppy, and the husband even gave out a few words of admonition.

- Really? But you're as tough as "Lord" at first, aren't you, Belzeble?

But if that's what they said, I have to laugh bitterly - he just had to float with joy.

My husband accepted all of the Lord's.

Then those who are in "Paradise" formally record that Belzebul is already a supporter of the twin brothers, and that the husband, being a god at height, is about the "past".

After history "solidified" that way, the number of people grew and those who journeyed out of paradise began to do so.

Perform a variety of activities and move to know the world.

But man, though his figure is an imitation from "God," his presence is very brittle.

If you had encountered a natural disaster or plague, you would have lightened that life out too lightly.

So people prayed and prayed and prayed for an auxiliary being.

Then he said that God the Father created an auxiliary being so that he could easily respond to prayer.

That ″ part ″, like me - even though birth is a person, was that if you gave your life as a ″ sacrifice ″, you would worship it as God.

When the Lord first told me this story, a deep wrinkle was engraved between her husband's eyebrows, which imitated the appearance of an old man.

And when I saw that dissatisfied husband's face - he said the Lord gave him a "relief" look, even though he looked sad.

- "I feel what I think, I have the same presence", even if I didn't say it, that's what the empty eyes said.

And the woman who became the harshest "sacrifice" - my husband decided to marry me.

At first, I knew nothing. That's how I was ″ created ″, born as a child of man in the world of men, and lived normally until I was old.

And there's a big eruption as a natural business that people can't help.

Then people call it "catastrophe" or "natural disaster," and someone says that "God" is angry, and they want something to quell their anger.

From there, as in plan harmony, as "sacrifice" people decided to give themselves - my life.

I was right and pocan when I was told that I lived as a person and was called to the gathering place of the representatives of the settlements where I lived and wrote to "Sacrifice".

I didn't know what the words meant, and I hardened myself - I didn't run away or intend to rumble, but I was suddenly beaten up by someone around the delegate, tied with rope.

While I was trembling in pain and "fear I don't know why," I was asked like a spell over and over again, "God wants the offering of man's life."

Then, he was forced to bathe again and again with frozen cold water tied up so that he could move the place and purify his body.

The last one, I hoped people would lose consciousness soon enough.

It was just strange, I didn't feel unhappy, and I didn't understand the sentiment of resentment.

Should it be called God's "mercy", the Father of the Lord, who created the existence of me, if he thought "later"?

If, at this time, you were exposing such feelings, would people be heartbreaking with guilt - or would you have made me suffer even more as "disrespect complaining about what God wanted"?

And while I was being showered with fierce cold water, people's I was losing my mind as I wished.

The next thing I noticed was when I wet my face on the “ gentle droplets ” that hit my face.

By wearing dry clothes, I can tell that I was forced to change after being showered with cold water.

I just still have my body tied up and lying there.

There was no light around, and although my vision was wrapped in darkness - I was somewhat better than being with people then.

I know the place to lie is local, but it's wonderful and warm.

Wrapped in soft darkness, warm earth heat and water droplets falling on my lips as I predicted when my throat was dry, my body was enough to make me feel at ease.

I realized in the tranquility surrounded by darkness that I would be sacrificed and "die" in this world.

I just gave people their lives, and for what reason, when I gave them the edge of my mouth small with some ridicule that the eruption would subside, I could see something approaching.

The footsteps of a small creature, as you can tell by being tied up and wearing your body on the ground.

That cute creature, small, bouncing, in a way, travels to fly through the ground rinse.

This is a hallucination, maybe?.

On dying, I wondered if my heart had broken.

There was a fluffy, brown-haired rabbit in front of me lying tied up.

I knew clearly to my eyes what a rabbit looked like wrapping the light of the gentle moon in the sky around my body, though it was supposed to be closed to darkness.

Good evening.

He speaks in words that convey to me, with his nose as a crack.

But that word doesn't get to me as a "sound".

(…… ″ Because I don't have time, ″ I ask softly in all the colors - do you want to help?.

Do you want to live as a person?)

He asks me with his circular eyes patted and his mustache pimped.

- What if I want to live?.

I asked the question that came to my mind, without regard to the wonder through which the words would make sense.

Then, the rabbit grins with her circular eyes cuddly narrowed.

Next lying right next to my head, I stood up on two feet like a man, pointing my fingertips with meatballs and sharp nails at Pi all the way to heaven.

(I'll bite off the rope that binds you and let you escape.

Fortunately, the keeper of the temple that locks you up can also escape at your leisure because of the gentle darkness that is pouring on you, sleeping well.

... Isn't it nice to muscle that the girl who was trying to force her to sacrifice escaped with a cunning rabbit, a tease?)

I'll tell him that.

wonder and then my head was clear, and this rabbit

"If the rope is loose, it's not strange for you to run, so run."

And I found out that he was abetting me to run away.

But...

- But if I run away, "others" can make me do this sacrifice, right?

I confirm to the existence of the “ clever ”, turned into an animal with a cute appearance.

The rabbit - nodded quietly.

- Then, stay like this.

I withdrew my rabbit recommendation.

(Well, if it's "you chose", I can't say anything anymore)

By withdrawing his recommendation, the "cunning rabbit" stopped standing on two legs and put his hands on the ground as normal as a regular rabbit.

The rabbit didn't let the rejection of his suggestion make him feel particularly damaging, and now he makes his mustache crack with his reverse triangular nose.

Well, I guess I'll just keep going.

″ Him ″ - Even though I know the rabbit isn't feeling bad, I really want to apologize for a word, and I remain tied up, but wake up that upper body and apologize.

Perhaps because I have declared myself to have renounced the coincidence (chance) of saving my life to the existence that gave me.

- I'm sorry, but.

- If my life saved me and my other life disappeared, I'm sure I can only finish my life afterwards with "regret".

When I finish my life like that, I don't feel like I've had another big regret remaining in me.

(Ahhhhhh, "I want to live with regret".

It seems like your daughter doesn't have it in her world yet.)

The rabbit, from his expression even though he is stuck in the dark, recognises himself as “ cunning ” the words that take the “ lifting feet ” of my thoughts after reading the feelings, speaks.

(Or does that mean you're "set up" to think so)

Furthermore, if he spat a word I didn't quite understand, he smiled niggly at the mouth of a fluffy figure wrapping the light of a gentle moon, bouncing with a “ piompion ” and turning his back on me.

After a round, long tail moves pico.

(Well, be well - why don't you think about it?

Besides, you really don't have to worry about turning down my invitation.

Because I had enough predictions that "you" would be the choice.

However, I was personally interested in what would happen if you fought your own "role".

... "Star Boy" would be unfortunate, but I still can't help it)

- Star boy?.

Not answering my last question, the clever rabbit stopped emitting a gentle light and jumped through the darkness and disappeared, like a "normal rabbit".

In the comfort of dreaming, I gave myself up again to the warm earth, hydrated by gentle droplets, and slept in the darkness of peace.

"The day" is forced to wake up as the mornings can stand inside the temple.

I got my body tied up the same way - now I'm tied tight to my ankle, and I can put it on something like a goddess as it is.

In the morning sun, which arrived stitched in the morning, I found myself wearing a costume for the sacrifice.

The warmth of the earth last night, shaken and carried in divinity, and the tenderness of the water and the presence of the “ sly rabbit ” who came to jump, although I can say that the tranquillity of darkness is certain, is not certain.

Eventually, the hot wind coming through even on the Divine Ride was bathed in a line carrying "Sacrifice".

Feel the "horror" of something called "heat" over "warmth" all over your body.

Even the sweating pores of the body taste in the divine the sensation of burning, melting and blocking with heat.

And in one place, they finally let down the gods.

I get an awesome hot air with nothing to block me from being brought down from the gods.

The unpleasant smell that I've never smelled - like when people's hair burned, occupies my nostrils in an instant.

So much heat overflowed the mouth of the mountain that it might erupt if it did not dedicate "sacrifice".

Only the part of the ankle that is tied is set free, wearing a great, bottom thick footwear that has never been worn before, prompted to walk with it tied to the back hand, and follow it through the abyss of the fire exit.

Stirred by enthusiasm, my hair dances.

- How far are you going?

The moment I asked him that, truly dismayingly, my body was thrust down to the fire escape.

I don't chase fear emotions.

However, the pain of falling and the burning pain from the lava at the mouth of the fire was fully experienced throughout the body.

My body immersed itself in a sea of red lava with the sound of dobons and dullness, and I was like a death where a person peering into the mouth of a fire would make his face snap in fear - ending that first life.

I can't analogize, I can't talk, my body was falling the moment I thought that pain was over.

If you say it by the senses, it means it's "falling" correctly, and it feels like "dosali" and ends up being held by something.

- Uriel, you're brilliant.

- Oh, man, did people really start even though this one doesn't want sacrifices or anything?

Two good voices were the first I heard when I came here.

And the first time I came into my sight was with a face buried in wrinkles but full of wisdom.

The old man who stores his white beard in his serene mouth, weaves a fur gown that only looks superior, and has a wand in his hand - who looks like a

I did not know my birth role or history, and for the first time I met Belseble, who was held by a person with brown skin on his successful body and became his husband, after finishing his "sacrificial" role.

- Lord Uriel, thank you so much for accepting my offer of "leftovers".

BELZEBLE - My husband bows his head in courtesy, apparently to "those who have received me".

While I couldn't grasp the situation, I held me. I compared the successful - "Uriel" caller to the husband who bowed his head.

- Never mind, I can't turn him down if he asks me to.

Koitz?.

He seemed to find me wondering, and if you called him "Uriel," he moves his earth-like eyes sideways in his brown skin to indicate "he is."

- Wow...

At the end of those eyes, he was so beautiful that he accidentally leaked his voice.

She had beautiful golden hair and beautiful eyes like fresh greens in her white skin.

And above all, on its back, there are white wings.

If you saw me, you smiled beautifully and gently.

The kindness even gave me the feeling that I had already met somewhere.

However, above all, when I live as a person at that time, my words cease to follow in the same way as the presence of an angel who appeared as a "miracle".

But the "angel" I know as a person's memory still has a lot of feathers and my eyes feel like they were "empty".

And since this time, my "memory of being a person" had already begun to fade.

- Thank you very much, too, Lord Gabriel, for the manner in which I would have used you as an intermediary, even though I would have had to consult with Lord Uriel immediately.

That's what my husband calls "Gabrielle" - he also bowed his head to the angel.

Called Gabrielle, the beautiful angel drew the grin she had directed at me and gave her husband a slightly painful look, shaking her golden hair left and right.

- No, as Lord Belseble has advised, I was worried about her recently, too.

Then, though painful, he turns his compassionate gaze towards me as Uriel holds me.

- It's just that the "position" of that kid is equivalent, but I'm under the umbrella, so I can't talk to him unless he tells me.

"Gabrielle" turned her beautiful green eyes to her husband this time after she narrowed her eyes like a cut.

- I'd like to help her, too, because for some reason she won't be sweet, as she did against Lord Belseble.

Then he shakes his golden hair and slowly lowers his head toward his husband.

- So, please, support Lucifer so that she doesn't suffer where I can't get to.

Gabrielle overflowed her beautiful lips with the name of the most powerful and radiant "star" in my world.

Therefore, it is here that the three of you stopped talking about things that I do not understand.

- Oh, uh, Gabriel... is he an angel?.

I can't grasp my current position or situation, but I squeeze what I think is "courage" and ask.

At once the gaze of the three parties gathers, and I am freaked out by "Uriel" holding me.

The three parties used their beautiful, earth-like, intelligent eyes to have a conversation with each other with their gaze.

And I opened my mouth to the delegate - it was "Gabriel" who started explaining to me earlier that made me feel all kindness.

- Well, by definition, I will be Gabriel, the "angel who directs the water" of the world where you lived.

Slowly, he explains and reaches out his white hand to me and gently touches his cheek.

It conveys a gentle coolness that sweeps away the scorching heat of lava, which I barely remember, but tasted as the "last of men", through horror and pain.

- And if you only mean "angel," the "Uriel" who holds you now is also an angel, didn't you know?

Gabrielle laughs nicely and holds me, looking up at someone named "Urielle".

- What, that "such brown-skinned success is more angelic?!" gaze?.

- Shh, excuse me.

An angel named Uriel read beautifully that I had made an explicit expression of what I felt.

If you have a large body, but an out-of-the-box detail - maybe you are an angel.

- You can't apologize.

Dear Angel - while Uriel carved a wrinkle between his brows with a thick brow, he raised the edge of his mouth and slowly lowered my body, which he held if he laughed bitterly.

It was slightly dark and I don't know where, but I stood on the ground on my own feet.

So I notice a certain wonder.

I can't remember much more.

Although I don't even want to recall it, my body certainly fell into the lava ocean, and this is how all kinds of sensations - "alive" - can't possibly feel.

- It's not "alive," it's just "recognized" on this side.

My husband taught me with a majestic voice that rang the cutting edge of a wand all the way out one step ahead and calmed down.

But I don't know what "admittedly" means.

- Whatever it is, it won't be painful at all now?.

My husband seemed to be anticipating it and asked me kindly to look at me and understand.

I nodded immediately at her husband's words to be sure.

There is no more bitterness in my mind or body.

- Well, I guess that would at least be a salvation.

That's what I say, look at Uriel behind me over my shoulder.

- I didn't want you to be strong, but you've been sacrificed as a sacrifice in the realm where you rule, and you've been worshipped by people.

-... Uriel... the "sacrifice" of your realm?

I don't know the meaning of the words I hear from behind, and the moment I whine like a single word, the "bass" sound reaches my ear behind me.

If at the next moment a big wind stroked my cheek and looked back, a brilliant white wing was coming out of that big, successful back of brown.

I gradually accepted the event in front of me that Uriel was an angel.

- If Gabriel beside the eagle is water, the eagle is entrusted with the management of the earth, what you call "earth".

If he had accompanied the shoulder of an angel right next door with a brown, successful arm, he had a troubled grin as to what a beautiful angel could be.

Speaking of me, I suppressed my license with both hands and was in a state where I was experiencing the shock of seeing wings.

- Apparently, for people, the perception of being us isn't very pervasive.

With Uriel's accompanying hand intact, now Gabriel stared over my shoulder at my husband, apparently seeking his opinion.

- Hey, do you mind if I ask you a few questions?

As if to break into a conversation between Gabrielle and her husband, with Urielle's accompanying hands down - I was spoken to in a somewhat harsh tone.

- - Uriel......

- You live there... "lived there" for you?

Neither did Gabrielle pass the tone of her words, and Urielle keeps her earth-colored eyes pointed at me in a retrospective posture, without changing her mind and continuing to ask questions.

- What was "angel" like in the world where you were considered a sacrifice?

The question of an angel named Uriel sounded very rambling, but it had come to me that Gabriel and her husband were very interested.

I know myself - at this time, to the extent that I "remember", I tell the story of the "twin angels" being passed on to the world as it is.

As I listened to my "twin angels," my husband and Gabriel gave me a slightly anxious look, and Uriel, the person who asked, reacted with a seemingly uninteresting reaction.

- So, only that child and the twins "brother Mikael" are "angels" widespread in people's worlds?

- During the "miracle" of presenting your figure to the world of men, I did ask you and your brother... but I also feel strange that you, who are representatives of the use of heaven, are not recognized by men at all.

Gabrielle and her husband apparently have the "same question" as far as I can see.

However, Uriel seemed to have no particular interest in the Angel Tale, as he had done earlier.

But the way my husband and Gabriel seemed, in a way, intentional, also seemed uninteresting.

But Gabriel didn't realize it, and if he exchanged a couple words with his husband again, he would stare at me all together.

I looked at the "wingless" husband, who is the same figure as me - I opened my mouth.

- The angels are here, besides the twins, right?

If he asked, staring at the beautiful angel and the successful angel, his husband nodded with certainty and acknowledged.

- As for those who are here, I thought that the use of heaven, which presides over the fire, water, earth and wind necessary to shape the world, together with the siege between East, West and North, was also known to man, headed by Lucifer, whom the Lord gave his name earlier.

- What I remember is the story of protecting the world where Master Lucifer, with the power of the stars, lived and Michael, with the power of fire, his brother, would help.

Again, I assured my husband that.

- Uh, if you mean "representing" water and soil, it's like an animal that's more natural than a person, or a young child, with a spirit called Undune or Gnome.

- Sounds like a similar mechanism to Lord Belseble's ruling world that spirits the representatives who form the world.

- Whatever. Be an angel, be a spirit. Without the "symbol" of existence, managing and mastering is also laborious. So how was the Spirit of Fire?, I guess Mikael was recognized.

If I continue to speak, when Gabrielle looked at her husband and spoke precisely of the "state of the world's perception", Urielle spoke of the inevitable doubt.

- There were times when fire was led by Michael-sama, but there were also lizards of fire called salamanders.

- Hmm, apparently the original, like the rest of the world, creates an even higher presence of "angels", like the Lord and Your Highness, in what there were spirits representing each, so that your "God" is newly re-managing?

After I give the explanation of the Spirit of Fire given by Uriel, I go on to say even more words after my husband has spoken such words as he concludes.

- The Spirit, if only empathetic, can easily help, but there are certainly some places (Aisa) or free will.

I don't know if I can describe the words "free will" that my husband spoke peacefully, but I noticed that the "one person" representative was not here.

In the world I was in, it was the spirits of the flirtatious wind with the names Silf and Jilfe that symbolized "free will".

And if it's true, the name should be spreading, if you're angels and haven't met in the fire, earth, water, and wind.

- Um, there are four angels, which means that there are Michael-like fire, Gabriel--like water, Uriel--like soil... "wind" angels?

- Yes, the angel who presided over "information" rather than wind and knowledge was supposed to come to this occasion, but I didn't have this here because I wanted to talk to the red-haired "goddess of the day" of the eastern world.

Gabrielle unfortunately answered my query.

But as soon as he heard the conversation, Uriel moved his sturdy jaw and slipped his mouth as he remembered, twisting his thick brown neck.

- Hmm? I saw the eagle fly to the eastern world, gladly saying that he had taken the chance to speak with the beautiful male god of the moon in its eastern world, but gradually alone...

If that's all I said, I suppressed Uriel's licence with a big hand.

And the colored eyes of the earth move toward the beautiful angel, and I stare upon it as it is, too.

The water angel was trembling in anger with a superb grin accompanied by a "zo" kind of beauty.

- So that the gentle Lucifer's feelings don't hurt at all, he turned down my suggestion to at least relieve the "sacrificial" lady's feelings as "a chance to get a critical collection of information," while really "meeting" with the Eastern Beauty Moon Goddess?

- No, I didn't say "meet and pull"?!.

I look as a pocan to see a blade-like cold air rise around a beautiful angel named Gabriel, as the big Uriel of his body tries to forgive him as he bashes the big wings that were in his body.

Then, before I died - remembering the gentle droplets wrapped before I was killed, the warm ground, and the darkness that wrapped me in peace, I stared haphazardly at my husband.

My husband smiled calmly and nodded.

- In any case, that was suggested by the gentle Lord Gabriel, who put forward the proposal so that he could at least calm down people's final hours.

I bowed my head to my husband for now because Uriel is persuading me to rule the blade-like cold air when that "gentle" Gabriel is angry and "it's a sermon when he returns from the eastern world".

(No, maybe it's the "cunning rabbit" you really should thank)

Unexpectedly, my husband's voice echoes to me in a different way until now.

After all, I didn't think about breaking the decision, and I wanted to save it, not "Eliphas", but "Lucifer's feelings."

When I was a person, my name sounded in me, just like when I was that "cunning rabbit".

In that sound, I shook my head to apologize for the presence of me in order to prioritize the feeling of "angel of the stars", Master Lucifer.

(Still, let me thank you.

Perhaps not to hurt the feelings of loved ones, but in the temple, thanks to three kindnesses, I may not have to hate "people" as one person until the very end.

Besides, I was recommended a "living choice," but I didn't.)

So I had to carry fear and pain until I died as a person, but that's my choice, so it doesn't lead to regret.

Someone named me, the most important thing I ever held in captivity, was whether I had "no regrets left in my life".

And I don't regret this choice.

The desire of this wise old king not to care that he could not save his life "until he had broken the decision" occupies my breast.

I really appreciate what you gave me, in the tranquillity of darkness - perhaps what you gave me when you looked like an old man, with a shine of knowledge in these eyes in front of you.

Because even if I lived like that, in all that peace, it was my days as a person, like there was no guarantee that I would have met him.

And I can see "because I stopped living as a man," and my heart is filled with a very emotional exchange between the angels of water and the angels of earth, which is happening right now in front of me, as if they were my best friends.

- Above all, it would have been nice if I had not spoken bitterness and acted as a sacrifice, so that "more than me" sacrifices would not have to come out of people for now.

As soon as I put my honest feelings into words and put them out of my mouth, something white, silk thread-thin glowing extended from my feet and wrapped them around my body in a flash.

I got the feeling of being lightly tied to the Russians, but the wrapped white thread disappeared by being sucked into my body, and the surroundings, which until then had only seemed blurry to me, instantly "pioneered" away.

And the "sacrificial" costume I wrap around is a long white dress with a slightly open chest, a protruding arm from the shoulder and a long hem.

To that transformation, Gabriel and Uriel stopped arguing lightly and looked at me.

- Apparently, you were worshipped in the world of men in the form of the Eumenis Pathetic Goddess.

If you leaned your neck against the name of a goddess I had never heard of, Uriel went on to take over.

- Well, if you're a goddess, isn't it attractive inside, and Gabriel says "pity," it's possible to be greeted even by my sister, Lord Belseble?

I don't know what it was like, but Gabrielle has both wrists grabbed up by a brown angel.

Uriel's thoughts on my appearance were expressed as she grabbed the wrist of the angel, who is still angry with the angel of the wind.

I circled my eyes again when I dressed up for a statement that one brown angel meant "I don't have to be my own sister" rather than just two pairs of angels in that condition.

- Why, there's a story about me being the sister of an angel of the earth?.

As I had anticipated the timing, the familiar "kah" sound entered my ear earlier.

And the LORD of the sound knew immediately, and I saw my husband with his staff.

- Lord Lucifer has great doubts about the existence of a "sacrifice" created to quench people's feelings of anxiety.

- created just to be a "sacrifice"?.

The pale words pierced me, and as I solidified, my husband was narrowing his eyes.

[I know, I know, Belzebule, that God the Father will have mercy to remove it for the sake of those who are sons.

So what is "life" that is born and created just to satisfy people's feelings?

If I can, I want to make sure that all my life is sacrificed, except in nature.

But my father said, "God," that's arrogant.]

Remember something with your eyes narrowed - later, you taught me what you thought of the Lord - my husband looks terribly sad, bites off his lips, and then continues to say words to me that harden.

- Even if it is sacrificed and praised, what people are doing is pushing for an unpleasant role in "others" other than themselves, ending the sacrifice raw on their own, and being self-satisfied.

That was the first time I understood that I was only there to play the role of sacrifice.

At the next moment, "negative" emotions were beginning to swirl through the body like storms.

The dress, which was just white, goes black as if sucking it up from his feet, swallowing the color "dark".

However, my husband, Gabriel and Uriel are not surprised by my new transformation.

I was just staring at me as a goddess created to imitate someone who was only meant to be sacrificed, only to be crushed at the convenience of a selfish opponent.

- Then I hate and resent people, naturally, don't I?

Such words of curse are spun from the lips dyed naturally and glossy red.

Still, the people who "picked me up" looked at me without scorn and smiled back in glory.

Earlier, the kindness that was in me that if I was a person and no one fits the same harsh eyes, I now have no fine dust.

If "someone" and not "just me" were created just to repeat such a fate, my heart would be desolate.

I can't contain the pitiful goddess and the earthly angel that came to me, and I don't intend to.

- Eumenis, no, Eliphas.

A white, comfortable hand touches my shoulder of peeling off wrapping white and black dresses.

The feeling was the first time I came here to touch my skin and feel cold and comfortable - I immediately recognised that it belonged to Gabriel.

- Gabriel, what?.

I don't know if it's because I became a goddess, but if I stopped putting "Dear God" on nature and angels and tried to "forgive" you, I think you're the only ones.

Even if you are the "father" of the angels who created me and came to pick up Eliphas, who finished his role in the world of men, heartbroken by the tragic end, the feeling of forgiveness is not in me.

Even if you are a weak goddess of being, like easily twisted if you turn to your teeth, this turbulent feeling of overflowing vengeance will not heal.

- Lucifer is about to lose his pity and the brilliance of the visible star when "such a dish" gives birth to a being as full of sorrow and hatred as Eliphas.

Even though my role as "I" is to mercy all the lives I give birth to.

Words that think of Gabriel's star angel are comforting to me too.

- I really appreciate you guys picking me up like this, even if only to save the kind feelings of the angel of the stars.

This was a true feeling, and I touched Gabrielle's beautiful white hand and smiled gently.

The beautiful angel also smiled sadly, then looked back and turned her eyes like new greens towards the brown angel such as me as her sister.

- But if the eagles hadn't picked them up this way, Elijah might not have woken up immediately as the "Elijah Vengeance Goddess," the front and back of the "Eumenis Pathetic Goddess."

My husband opens his mouth following the pale words of a brown angel.

- Originally, I came back to this "created place" alone, perhaps within an incomprehensible time, and repeated the role of "sacrifice" for a long time for people, and eventually realized it.

In the meantime, you think I was supposed to be an ignorant, but therefore admirable, sacrificial person?

But if you gave it back,

- It doesn't have to wake up, it doesn't have to take a long time, which means that if you've had a "sacrifice" fate like this several times, you'll really realize it, right?

Ning Lo, if you've noticed over a long period of time, I'm sure anger is not the current ratio.

- Then pity or vengeance, whatever my nature, is sooner.

I can see even more swirling in the darkness, alone, moving to reward the existence that created me.

He wrapped a dyed pitch-black dress of "darkness and negativity" emotions, and at that time he looked provocatively at his husband, who did not know he was going to be his husband.

- I wish you the happiness of the Lord's existence... there are those who are diligently doing it for which there is no "place".

- Yeah, I asked Gabriel that, too, and I appreciate it.

So, what?.

The moment she turned her gaze to him, her husband opened his lips slightly hesitant to his white beard and wrinkles.

- So maybe it's a strange logic for the goddess to forgive the Lord, Master Lucifer, for marrying you as his wife.

- Wait.

I feel very strange, and after I manage to stop my husband with my mouth, I also know that the "negative" and dark movement inside me stops all at once.

- Hum, well, I guess I'm less than "Lord Belseble's proposal" than my sister. Hey, Gabriel?.

I say that there are even more brown angels in the midst of confusion.

- Yeah, it doesn't seem to be incompatible, and if you started consciousness, it doesn't look really full, Uriel.

Water angels too, wait a minute.

As I looked stunned, a beautiful angel shook my hand.

And while beautiful, he approaches me with a pressurized grin.

Is there something very strange about the "flow" of the story?

- Huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

As Gabrielle put it, indeed, the black flowing black feeling that woke up as a goddess of vengeance, whirling in my heart when I was asked, “ the fact that I was created ” stopped the flow all at once.

"That, though," I thought in my heart, now the beautiful angel laughed refreshingly.

- By the way, this is how Eliphas and I are directly touching it, passing on your emotional "flow" perfectly to the water angel, evil.

- Nah?!.

Really?! I looked at my husband and Uriel with the look on my face.

Then both of them looked at me with a "silent, sorry" look on their faces that conveyed without the use of any special force.

- Because Gabrielle pushes it through even slightly more forcefully when she thinks she can think in herself and act on it.

A friendly mouthful, but not at all friendly to me, listening to Uriel explain. I look at Gabriel again, staring at me with a beautiful smile.

Maybe an angel named Uriel has a good grasp of this aspect of an angel named Gabriel, now he had a bitter laugh.

- Eliphas, I'm not forcing you to be my wife.

Belzebule, my husband told me so calmly that I realized who I should be talking to about this.

I noticed that my condition had changed, my husband squeezed his expression and opened his mouth.

- I want you to think that the existence of Belzeble marrying a goddess created in the world Lucifer manages will be separate from what Eliphas was doing in the world of men: "Marriage".

With words like that from the person to speak to, I can get the feeling of "falling to my heart".

- Oh, with your actions so far in the sense that you said so, and "marry" the existence of me.

Pathetic or vengeful, I don't know which one I was set on, but because I became a "goddess," in the words my husband spoke to me somewhat, I somehow guessed what it meant to be a "wife of Belseble".

I guess Gabrielle will also perceive that flow of my feelings, weakening the power of the hand I've been gripping, and turning my new green colored eyes at me with a real sorry.

Even though that gaze is guilty of me, I don't feel sorry for it.

That was comforting to me because I hated regretting it.

Although I still can't wipe the "negative" feeling from my wrapped dress and the urge to avenge the God I created, curiosity also arises that I want to hear about the readiness of the beautiful angel in front of me.

I hate or resent that. It was a lot nicer than occupying my chest with feelings.

- "Created as a substitute for the sacrifice of men," me and Lord Belseble thought that the feelings of that child would be saved, even if only to be the companion of the trusted one of that child.

Slowly, I hear a gentle angel's wish with just a little tremor.

Really worried about the angel of the stars, think about it, act like this. This beautiful angel is doing it to me.

That's how this beautiful angel comes up with a name has the same thoughts and determination.

Maybe that thought and feeling outweighs this beautiful angel.

Anyway, beside myself, I'm just trying to welcome the presence of a goddess I don't even know very well, just the desire to help the "supporters" to my own companion.

If the word was given that people's worlds and definitions were different, until then, but still, people's stories about the “ marriage ” that I was heard at an early age were all heard as things that caring for each other.

If the occasional “ affordable ” people had no one to think of, or sons and daughters between the representatives of the settlement, were married in a relationship decided by their parents, but still became husband and wife, they were caring for each other.

And even if they were broken up, somewhere, they kept the couple going or breaking up with choices where "their will" was utilized.

So, second my feelings, I look straight at that person who, in this world, is only "the presence of injustice," to turn me away as his wife, and I open my lips that have become luscious by being a goddess.

- I was created in the role of "sacrifice on behalf of man," called "Belzebule"... are you God?.

If I asked him as he felt, because he did not know the detailed husband's position at that time, remaining in the hands of a beautiful angel, the god gave me a stern nod.

- Now, this is how I visit the "paradise" where Lord Lucifer is entrusted with the administration, as I said earlier, in the rank of God, but it is inherently a leftover.

Continue further after Gabriel and Uriel snorted at the same time to affirm the word.

- God of the other world, who delivers the "high ground" place in the world to the west from here, is my true role.

Having listened so much, I nodded, understanding Gabriel and the "result I was created" that my husband wanted.

- In the world to the west, in a place called the "wife" of a god at height, I can be seated, which means I can save the feelings of the angel of the stars, Lucifer, rather than "light".

The final confirmation and the words that flattened my voice and asked me the facts I felt threw me into a "picked up" existence.

A gentle beautiful angel with a "guilt" closed her fresh green eyes, perhaps overwhelmed by the "fact," but nodded clearly.

I have no regrets.

However, in a sense, "I use the existence of a goddess", which ends up being treated in the same way as a "mere existence to sacrifice"?

In that sense, I thought, gentle angels would be annoying.

And if you pour your gaze on God that he will be your husband, look at me with a knowledgeable look and nod without getting lost.

BELZEBLE - As far as I can tell, there is no such thing as guilt for me in my husband.

But if you accepted me as your wife, you can clearly see how an angel named Lucifer treats you like a mourner - the feeling of being me or not scorning your will.

Finally, if I saw a big brown angel, he would put his successful brown arms together and open his sturdy mouth.

- The angel Lucifer is inseparable and unacceptable and above all unacceptable to the goddess of repeating in the figure of man the "existence killed and worshipped to relieve the anxiety of man" created by the Father "God".

The colored eyes of the earth said that while turning to the back of an angel of water who would now only see a beautiful winged back.

- And you yourself, if you know what it means to be born, have enough hatred for the "God" you created and the "man" you made to transform into a goddess of vengeance.

- Yeah, so the angel of the stars feels lighter if "something that made sense" is added to the meaning created and born of the goddess imprisoned by hate.

I smile at Uriel with sharpness in my words, feeling slightly shy about describing myself as a "goddess".

The angel of the earth narrows his eyes and raises only the edge of his mouth, and I know that this angel is just like the one who will be my husband, and has no guilt whatsoever for me.

And I just really "hang out" with you. Maybe I'm in this place.

- For that reason, a goddess named me should marry Master Belseble, who is there, right?

Brown angels don't want to help star angels, but they're not heartbreaking for the existence of me.

I was right in front of me, and I was sure I just wanted to make it easier the feeling of a beautiful angel holding my hand.

And the sharpness of the words intended for Uriel seems to have inspired Gabriel's, heart-wrenching part of his ability to read the flow of his mind.

- I'm sorry, maybe I'm just asking you to do something that's convenient for my feelings, like Lucifer's refusal in the end.

As the young child apologized, I panicked when Gabrielle lowered my head.

- You're not bad.

As soon as Uriel hears Gabriel's sad apology, he turns his awesome sharp gaze to me, but from this side of the spectrum, I would say that once the cause is there.

But more than that, as far as I'm concerned, I don't like this gentle beautiful angel being annoying, so I think of words and speak with the impetus to spit them out.

- Gabriel, and Master Belseble, who is there, is not like the God who created me. 'Cause first you thought about my feelings.

My husband did say it wasn't compulsive, and Gabrielle was slightly forceful, but after reading "The Flow of My Feelings," she was moving on to becoming a wife.

Sure, I didn't, "I didn't hate it".

Ningro, I want to help my loved ones, but I'm working hard for them, and I'm even beginning to feel like "cooperating" with beautiful angels and knowledgeable deities of different worlds.

For those who strive to help their loved ones, I want to be happy to help.

If I am a goddess, I am truly forgiven for not trying anything and helping someone who just stands still and wishes "I wish I would."

I will not fail in my efforts to be involved in "doing something on my own".

If I can help them, I'd be happy to work with what I can do.

And if what I do in this situation can be the support of those who support my efforts - the support of those who support me, I can feel the meaning of being born on my own sufficiently.

Even if the light doesn't shine on you, if you have a budding result from supporting it, that's fine.

The moment I thought about it so much, the color of darkness fell out of the pitch-black dress that surrounded me and stained the ground.

However, the pitch-black darkness did not get all out of the dress, it became a white and black two-tone dress if it calmed down.

The two angels and their husband, the Divine of the Other Realm, gathered their gaze at this transformation, even though they were not surprised by the earlier transformation.

With the certainty of my definition - like the old story princess I heard when I was a person, one hand remains with Gabrielle. I pinch the hem of the dress and bow my head with humility.

- I will gladly, of my own free will, be the "wife" of Master Belseble who is there.

I accepted the "proposal" in a clearly voiced and escorted form of a beautiful angel that conveyed a stream of feelings.

- You seem to have become an extremely "human", familiar goddess to people, my "wife", who has pity and feelings of vengeance for what has been done.

After my husband says quietly, stay in front of me and take my hand over Gabriel.

- If both apply, my wife, shall I call you Eliphas, your name when you were a person?

- Right, so please, "sir".

If you are a goddess created for a person, let me use my power as this goddess, depending on how I feel like a person.

After I called you husband and accepted the proposal, the beautiful angel layered his hands to pray, his eyes narrowed.

- Eliphas, thank you so much for your cooperation.

If I said so, the beautiful angel wept with a glimmer from her green eyes and a troubled smile on her face.

Although I was very surprised, I laughed like I was in trouble, not imitating Gabriel, because I could tell it was for "joy" in the circumstances.

- Gabrielle the Angel is more emotional because she's happy to have tears.

But he thought it was nice to be an angel of gentle water, and if he looked at his husband, he would let go of me for things like "I accept".

That's how I stand in front of Gabriel.

In this way, I confronted Gabriel and realized that the Goddess was quite tall as a "woman" because of her definition.

As for angels, they may not have gender, but Gabrielle looks as a "man," although she has beautiful, long, beautiful blonde hair.

My back is just not that different from my goddess, and my gaze is almost the same height.

Now she has beautiful white fingers, wiping her wet eyes tears as she lights up.

- I wonder if it was such a pleasure for Gabriel to see how this turned out.

- Yeah, Lucifer didn't really tell me until the end about Eliphas' carried destiny, "for such a pathetic destiny because I haven't been able to play a leading role..." but I cared so much.

So Gabrielle speaks once, smiles earlier like trouble, and turns her gaze to her husband.

My husband lay his hands on the cane and nodded quietly.

Maybe the angel of the stars doesn't tell Gabrielle everything, but he doesn't envelop his feelings to a different god, his husband, and it means he's disclosing them.

And if the person you trust so much is accompanied by the presence that you wanted to do something with, then perhaps there is an expression that says that the angel's feeling of Lucifer is "saved" rather than "lightened up" indeed.

- To tell the truth, since Eliphas was created and showed up in people's worlds, I've been watching you, too, because Lucifer cares so much.

Oh, yeah, I am. Round your eyes without words, and if you were responding, now a low good voice comes into your ear.

- So Gabrielle really liked Eliphas while she was watching.

He was coming in with his big brown body and wings as his nose and Uriel in exactly the way he interrupted my conversation with Gabriel.

If Gabriel has difficulty judging gender on the outside, I still think that Uriel is as good a body as a "man" angel.

- He hates it when all the gentle guys lose money.

Pom pom with big brown hands and Uriel explains to me as I slap Gabriel's blonde hair.

Beautiful green eyes that completely caught my tears continued the conversation, staring at Uriel but fine.

- Does that mean "person me" seemed so nice to Gabriel?.

- Well, if I told you about it, to the eagle we were watching together. No, maybe what all four angels representing are doing "Eliphas" just seemed like a kind person.

When I said that, Gabrielle grabbed the brown arm and gradually pulled it away from her head.

When I said I didn't know what it meant to have my arm removed, I opened Uriel's mouth a little too bad this time.

- Have you forgotten that Eliphas is trying so hard to make a place for people without a "place"?

- "A place for people who have no place"?

- Can't you remember when I asked you when you were born about a baby born with the addition of a "gold spoon"......

Golden spoon?.

With Gabrielle's merciful, gentle glance - I remembered the straight eyes that led to it.

A being that was about to be pushed from the same person to the "edge of society" by branding itself inferior to a person from birth or in the course of development.

Cut, squeal the cane, and my husband joins the conversation.

- In a way, you were about to do the same thing as the Lord. Because there are different sides to being a person in their form, or because their body is growing up and their lives are full, a man named Eliphas has made a mistake, even though he is a young man.

When I heard that, I suddenly remembered how angry I was to be with someone who would only neglect to pray.

People who give up trying to "pray" for all the possibilities they have in front of people who really "can only pray".

Now, someone who tries to preserve his or her self-esteem by mocking someone who is inferior but trying hard to live.

A "normal" person who puts a lot of effort into his or her crippled body and mind so that he or she understands that it has nothing to do with him or her.

- Oh, yeah, I was.

And after I'm gone.

Depressed at what happened to those people and what you'd forgotten so far, I put my hand on my forehead and put my hand on my shoulder so Gabrielle could encourage me.

- There were times when that merciful and affectionate behavior was caught in my eyes and I was chosen to deserve "sacrifice."

I don't know what Gabrielle is into - I guess I really wanted to try and do something like that when Urielle makes a statement that sympathetically acknowledges "a person's Eliphas" in this way, which also seems "overprotective" if I express it sensibly.

I'm sure when it comes to emotion, I was still getting my hands on Gabrielle, depressed, even though she admitted it that way to an extremely dry Urielle.

I am ashamed and abominable that I had sporadically spoken of the resentment of the way I existed in my mouth, but forgotten about people who had difficulty even expressing resentment.

- As an angel of kindness and water, I will also support the world where Eliphas was, because Lucifer restores the brilliance that you were inclined to lurk because you became the wife of the wise Lord Belseble in this way.

- The angel of the stars creates such a world and guides you?.

I slowly take my hands off my forehead and smile forcefully when I stare at the gentle angel.

- Yeah, I'm sure. 'Cause they say that kid has the same power as his "father".

While Gabriel and I were lighting up hope that way.

Though I did not realize at that time, the angel of the earth, who would watch over Hell, and his husband, who would be the prime minister of Hell, had a cold gaze.

My husband was worried about Gabriel and leaned in on overprotection, but with that extension, he noticed that Uriel was keeping an eye on Lucifer, who was also intimate with Gabriel.

I also knew Lucifer couldn't open his mind to Gabriel because Uriel was watching, but I didn't reveal that fact to the gentle water angel, who, like myself, was genuinely worried about the angel of the stars.

[If Gabriel was involved, I'd regret it]

- Yes, Gabrielle, let's be friends!

-?. With friends, what is it? Eliphas.

I didn't even realize that, and I was trying at that time to firmly connect the fringes I had made among the gentle angels.

Gabrielle makes a beautiful face look stunning Kyoton, so I guess this one doesn't have the word "friend," and I look at my husband, who I hear is knowledgeable to confirm.

- Oh, there are concepts that I said "fellow" or compatriot, but friends...... would be unique to a person's world.

By that time, my husband, pulling in the gaze that Uriel and I had been in rugged contact with, had smiled and explained to me that even in the world of people would pass as "good fathers".

- Really? But when it comes to explaining it in words...

Gabrielle and her husband are blowing out at the same time if you're surprised that your breasts are bigger than you think, trying to put your arms together for me to think.

- An explanation for a friend would be quite difficult, my wife.

My husband laughed and opened his teasing mouth in silence to Gabriel as he watched happily that he was getting along with the angel he had just met me.

- I'm sure my wife is unfamiliar with this world, and I can't do much about it by riding Lord Lucifer's consultation while I keep her for my wife, too.

Then he put his hand on my hips and now slowly lowered his head.

- But with Lord Gabriel, it seems that talking and spending time together will allow us to spend our time in this world without feeling sorry for ourselves.

I also panicked, and if I imitated my husband and bowed my head, Gabrielle shook her long golden beautiful hair left and right.

- No, if I had the time to spend with Eliphas from now on, I'm sure I could fill the time more fully than ever and lead people to something called kindness that they really need.

And like trouble, now I have something that I can figure out is a real smile for Gabrielle - I opened my beautiful green eyes wide.

- Lord Belseble, these kinds of relationships... Oh, is that so?

With Gabrielle's "noticed" vibe voice, I can tell too.

Huffle, my husband laughs beside me, heads up.

- If I'm being honest, I don't know the definition of a friend either, but isn't it "these things"?

- I see, Gabriel and Eliphas are already friends.

If Uriel had gone so far as to acknowledge her husband's words, the relationship between me and the water angel had been beautifully built.

- I guess Lucifer admires Lord Belseble because he can do these things.

If Gabriel said so with a little loneliness while respecting the existence of being a king, a clever god of the other world, now his husband was shaking his head left and right.

- He said that thanks to the politeness, prudence, and sometimes stubborn and forceful aspects contained in Lord Gabriel's guiding kindness, he could dedicate his "to be" role without having to worry about the role that leads people to "kindness".

- Well, I don't know if you're praising me or not.

I made sure to crack it in here as well, and Uriel tangled his winning arm around Gabriel's neck this time.

The beautiful angel has given up getting angry already and sighs out loud.

- Hey Eliphas, don't you have any words to indicate a relationship that goes over your friends?.

- Oh, uh, I guess "best friend" then.

Uriel asked me abruptly, but I was able to respond immediately.

Words indicating a relationship that has strong connections anyway, although I don't know if it meant "friends like parents" or if it meant strong connections like parents and children.

- Well, if Eliphas and Gabriel are friends, then I guess I mean that Washi and Gabriel are best friends.

If Uriel said to his satisfaction, Gabriel raised a shapely brow and was surprised,

- Then let Eliphas be my best friend, too, yeah, let's do that.

And, if the beautiful angel had said so, if the big brown angel had started complaining about why it would, now, my husband and I were laughing out.

And in the meantime, a pleasant little breeze blew.

- Oh, he's coming home.

Using me as my best friend made Uriel react to the "wind" when he was flabbergasted.

- Of course I preach, but if you're that one, you might know what caused the angel's name, other than Lucifer and Mikael, not to spread to paradise.

Gabriel reacts to the wind in the same way.

- Hey, Gabriel, tell me the name of the wind angel.

I asked my best friend, who had just done so, the name of an angel whose name I did not yet know.