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He took a small sip of wine.
"What else could it be... it's what you're thinking." Finally, Lucifer gave a rather unpleasant reply, mainly because he thought of the person who made him unhappy.
"Superman's eldest son got the support of your bastard father? Didn't that old guy always say he didn't like interfering with human life and free will or anything like that?"
As a devil, the female bartender naturally had no respect for God whatsoever.
Hear the words.
Lucifer was very satisfied with the bartender's attitude.
“That’s the most interesting part.” He reached out and aimed at his glass, a little bit of hellish frost seeping out, chilling the whiskey in the glass.
“That’s actually just a toy that costs 19.9 yuan with free shipping on Amazon. Yes, don’t look at me like that. Even now, it’s just a toy with free shipping… That’s why I say this universe is really interesting.” Lucifer turned his gaze to another television set with a sticker that read “Evil God Funny Face.”
Earth 53.
The Lord of Hell whispered something.
"Huh? We're on Earth 53 right now?"
The female bartender looked at her master with some confusion. As far as she knew, there should only be 52 Earths in the multiverse, so how could there be a number 53?
Chapter 144 The Blood of the Saint! The Angel Still Wants to Return Home?
Night is about to fall.
Lucifer's Light Bar was unusually closed today.
The scarlet neon sign was dim and lifeless, and the "OPEN" sign at the entrance had been flipped to "CLOSED." Behind the bar, the female devil, Wheat, was wiping glasses.
Why are we on Earth 53?
She looked in confusion at the Lord of Hell, who was shaking a wine glass not far away.
The golden liquid shimmered with an alluring luster under the light.
"There are actually many more unmanifested Earths hidden in the multiverse, but our situation is rather special because my father, who deserves to go to hell the most, specifically..."
Just as Lucifer was about to explain, a loud bang suddenly came from the direction of the warehouse.
"boom!"
Then came a series of sounds of metal objects collapsing, accompanied by someone's panicked screams.
"What the hell!"
Crowley burst out of the warehouse, sweating profusely. His suit jacket was covered in dust, and his tie hung askew around his neck, making him look like a soldier who had just escaped from the battlefield.
Still shaken, he leaned against the doorframe, panting, and exclaimed, "Why didn't anyone tell me there was a bunch of big boss wings hidden inside!"
The Demon King clearly didn't dare question Lucifer, so he looked at the demon bartender, Mai Zi. Upon hearing this, Mai Zi immediately stopped wiping the bar with her rag.
"You're cutting off your wings again? And hiding them?" The female demon Wheat stared at Lucifer in disbelief. Lucifer quickly swallowed a mouthful of wine and innocently touched his shoulder.
“I’m not hiding them, I’m just putting them there… somewhere no one can see them.” It’s hard to say whether Lucifer’s statement is a mere excuse.
He is a demon who cannot lie, but that doesn't mean he can't argue. In fact, anyone who has dealt with Lucifer knows that Lucifer's favorite thing to do is to argue.
Lu is three years old.
It's not just one person who sees it that way.
He paused slightly.
The voice suddenly turned indignant, "Ever since I helped that little boy, wings have been growing from my back! This must be a conspiracy by an evil god!"
"My damn father is just trying to disgust me on purpose!"
Lucifer spoke with an air of importance, and casually pointed to Ian, who was floating in the clouds of Metropolis on the TV screen, staring blankly at "Armor Hero".
"..."
The female demon laughed in anger, covering her forehead and shaking her head repeatedly, "But you shouldn't have put them in our bar's storage room. Do you know how many men and women sneak in there every day to have sex?"
Of all the demons, she was the only one who dared to be so fierce to Lucifer; perhaps even most angels wouldn't have the guts—Lucifer was more lenient with her than with most demons.
Perhaps it was because of her loyalty and diligence, and also because Lucifer had indeed had few friends since birth.
"Oh? Then I hope my wings will add some fun for them." Lucifer wasn't angry at all; on the contrary, he smiled happily and gave the female demon Wheat a "you know what I mean" look.
"..."
The female demon was speechless once again.
"You'll scare them to death! Our customers will decrease as a result!" After calming herself down, she looked at the irresponsible boss through gritted teeth.
Lucifer swirled his wine glass dismissively.
"That's perfect, at least they died a happy death, right? They won't have too much of a hard time going to hell." He had lived for countless years, so his twisted logic was far more numerous than Ian's.
The female demon Mai Zi couldn't argue with this man at all.
"Snapped!"
She slammed the rag down on the table.
"I've had enough!" With that, the female demon bypassed Crowley, who was trembling with fear and kept his head down, not daring to say a word, and headed in the direction where Crowley had come from.
obviously.
This is to clean up Lucifer's mess—it's just a shame Ian isn't here, otherwise Lucifer's wings might be enough to make pigeon soup, even a single feather is so useful.
"Uh..." Crowley stood rooted to the spot, not daring to utter a sound, watching Wheat's angry retreating figure. To ease the awkwardness, Lucifer beckoned him closer.
"Ignore her. Maybe she's been in the human world for too long and caught her period." Lucifer deliberately spoke loudly to make sure his bartender could hear him in the warehouse.
"Bang~"
The sound of something being smashed came from inside.
The bar was playing languid jazz, but it couldn't mask the pervasive anger in the air.
"See, it's confirmed."
Lucifer chuckled and poured Crowley a glass of wine.
"Shall I give you a work report?"
There's always a reason why the boss pours drinks.
Fortunately, the savvy Crowley was prepared.
He approached cautiously and pulled out a crumpled report: "Well, Hell has been relatively calm lately. The riots have been suppressed, and the rebellious demons have been locked up where they belong."
"However, mine is not high. Since you have been away from Hell for a long time, there are still many demons who are eager to seize the opportunity to advance further."
His report made Lucifer curl his lip.
"boring."
Lucifer yawned.
"Isn't there anything interesting happening?"
He tore up the work report from Crowley's hand.
“Yes, yes!” Crowley’s mind raced as he quickly added, “We’ve developed a new kind of seduction potion that even angels find hard to resist.”
This was clearly the report Lucifer wanted to hear.
The Lord of Hell suddenly became interested.
“This is good! Get me a few bottles, we have a lot of angels right now.” As he spoke, Lucifer pointed to the angels who had fallen to earth on the television screen.
He then patted Crowley on the shoulder happily, "Do a good job. In a few days, you'll kill my entire clone, and your prestige in Hell will greatly increase."
Hear the words.
Crowley's face turned ashen.
"No, I wouldn't dare."
He feared that this was a test and trial by the capricious Lucifer.
"Tsk, how boring. When I have my grand wedding with the policewoman, you'll only deserve to sit at the same table as the equally boring Wheat." Lucifer glared at Crowley with displeasure.
Crowley quickly lowered his head.
Shivering.
However, the Lord of Hell did not continue his teasing. He suddenly changed the subject and asked a question he already knew the answer to: "Is Constantine in your hands?"
Lucifer still "loves" Constantine.
Crowley paused for a moment, then nodded: "When we captured the angel, we captured him as well. But Constantine has already escaped, and you know how slippery that guy is."
"As for that angel... I handed that angel over to the boy who calls himself the Evil God." After a slight pause, Crowley pointed to the television set with the [Evil God Funny Face] sticker on it.
In the picture, Ian is pointing and gesturing at Jonathan's new look.
"The culprit behind this angel's fall from grace has actually fallen into Ian Kent's hands. Tsk tsk, that's going to be quite a spectacle." Lucifer was even more excited than before.
He even sat up straight, as if anticipating some good show. Apart from those angels of the same origin, Lucifer viewed other ordinary angels no differently than he viewed mortals.
There was absolutely no emotion involved.
Crowley took over the bartender's job, wiping the table.
He observed Lucifer's emotions.
“Boss…” Crowley carefully chose his words, “I’ve noticed that, apart from the archangels, almost all the other angels have fallen to earth. Is God really that cruel?”
He certainly wouldn't dare to insult God as casually as Lucifer and Wheat.
However, curiosity compelled Crowley to ask the question that had been on his mind. His voice grew softer and softer, the last word almost stuck in his throat—a clear sign of cowardice.
This feeling is probably half real and half fake.
As the king of demons in Hell, Crowley understood better than anyone Lucifer's complex feelings toward God—a mixture of hatred, awe, and a twisted sense of longing.
Mentioning God in front of Lucifer is usually a very dangerous thing, but surprisingly, Lucifer, who was in a good mood today, did not fly into a rage.
He just scoffed.
Long, slender fingers gently tapped the rim of the wine glass.