The Death Knell

There was only a line of winding footprints on the white snow, and the strong wind blew the snowflakes and slapped them on everyone's faces, but this didn't matter to the excellent warrior, because he encountered an incomprehensible problem.

"Loki, the footprints stop here. You didn't see anyone flying away just now, right?"

Thor stroked his beard with the palm of his hand, shook the ice aside, and asked his brother behind him.

"No, this thing is interesting." Loki touched his chin and walked to his brother's side. Her long black wavy hair was fluttering in the wind: "But I have been thinking about it. I want Deathstroke to send us to What’s the purpose here?”

At first, Loki thought that Deathstroke wanted them to come here to steal something, such as another World Tree or something.

After communicating with Leopard Girl, Loki felt that Deathstroke might have asked them to come here for vacation, because he really liked the ice and snow environment?

Now, there are no pocket spaces or illusions nearby the strangely interrupted footprints in the snow, so what caused this? The power of time or space?

So Loki thinks that Deathstroke tricked the four of them into here to investigate the anomalies in time and space?

The more she thought about it, the more confused her mind became. Loki couldn't help but think about it more and more. She was worried now.

"What's the purpose?" Thor lay down on the snow and smelled the footprints with his nose, but there was no smell: "Our fairy palace has fallen. Deathstroke heard that there is another fairy palace in this world, let us come Look, isn’t this normal?”

Just like renovating a house, Thor understood it this way. Since the neighbor's house next door is also renovating, come and visit it yourself, right?

"Ah, if only everyone could be as simple as you, my stupid brother." Loki put the back of his hand on his forehead, looking a little speechless: "Deathstroke never does unnecessary things. Now we can't see that for What, just because we haven’t discovered the key clue yet.”

No, maybe I have seen it but ignored it. What could it be?

"Who said that? We discovered it." Sif helped Frigga catch up from behind. She pointed to the footprints on the ground and spoke for Thor: "There are humanoid creatures in this dimension. As long as we find him, it may be information." Woolen cloth."

"hehe."

Loki smiled with disdain and said nothing. Thor and Sif were both idiots and there was no need to explain.

"Children, stop arguing. The disappearance of the footprints here is probably some kind of revelation." Frigga pointed to the location of the barefoot footprints. She looked at the two brothers Thor and Loki, and then at Sif. : "Do you want to dig down from here? See if you can find anything?"

"It makes sense, mother, I'll do it."

Thor's eyes lit up and he immediately started digging with the big ax in his hand, full of energy.

The Bible tells the story in chronological order, one thing after another, beginning with darkness and then light.

Different creatures have different views of light, just like some people see darkness as a short tunnel leading to light, either horizontally or vertically, and they know that light is at the other end.

But there are always creatures that don't know where the light is. No matter what, they have to embark on a journey called life, a terrifying and difficult journey.

Where they begin this journey is their first world, their origin story.

But more places are where darkness is, and where darkness will continue to exist. Creatures come from darkness, and may stay in the light for a short time, but they will eventually return to darkness.

However, there is another creature between heaven and earth that is not like this. He was born as the first light in the world. He can probably be regarded as a creature, because he himself believes that this is the case.

Melodious piano music was playing in the hall, and the bartender with the head of a fly was cleaning the glass carefully. Of course, in the eyes of people who don't know magic, the fly demon is just an ordinary-looking bartender.

But compared with his ordinary appearance, the blond man sitting in front of the bar was extraordinarily dazzling and indescribably beautiful. Even though he was smoking and drinking while lazily looking at the men and women on the dance floor, he still had a unique charm.

"It's almost time to go overseas, Maizi. These people spend the whole night in my bar of light. It's so boring."

When Lucifer said this, he swallowed secretly. He also took a fancy to a few groups of 'prey' tonight, a group of handsome and not too old black men, seven or eight well-dressed old ladies, plus a group of I don’t know when the human-demon hybrid sneaked into the nightclub. It looks a bit like a dachshund:

"I bought plastic pumpkins and steel balls online last time. The delivery address was in the store. Have you received those items today? Take them out from the warehouse. I want to use them soon."

God loves the world, and so does Lucifer. He loves everyone extensively, but his proud character prevents him from fully expressing this love in words, so he chooses to practice it and let people feel it for themselves.

Maizi, half of her face covered with a mask, sighed. She originally came to persuade Lucifer to go back to hell with her, but she couldn't resist Lucifer's order, so she could only stay with him.

"My master, everything has arrived, but there is a guest at table 7. He insists on seeing you, I'm afraid."

"I said I wanted to play poker, so I want to go play? Table No. 7?"

Lucifer was originally a little impatient because his time to spread love was going to be delayed again, but after hearing the table number clearly, he sat up straight and showed an interested expression:

"I thought all my old friends in heaven were crazy. How could anyone sit at that table? I'll go take a look, Maizi, and prepare two glasses of wine to bring over."

Table No. 7 is a long-term fixed seat. Seven represents the seventh heaven. In the past, if angels came down to earth to find Lucifer, they would sit at that table.

But now Michael and Gabriel are still sleeping soundly in their suite. Who will come this time?

Walking around the dance floor, Lucifer nodded and smiled with regular customers all the way. Even if it was around three o'clock in the morning, there was never a shortage of customers in his shop.

When he came to a darker corner and lifted up the gauze curtain that blocked his view, Lucifer saw the visitor. He was an old man with long white hair and wearing a brown trench coat, which made him raise his eyebrows:

"Their feet will not touch the earth, and no dirt will stain their clothes, because they belong to the seventh heaven above the fallen heaven. Good evening."

As he spoke, he pulled out the chair at the round table and sat down face to face with the guests.

"The devil will also quote scriptures and use the above words to justify himself. Good evening, Lucifer Morning Star." The old man looked at Lucifer expressionlessly, as if he were looking at a piece of fresh meat: "Since this time, every day At midnight, did you think of me?"

"Oh, you have made the atmosphere too serious, Amenadiel, my brother." Lucifer crossed his legs and took two glasses of wine from Maizi who walked over, but placed them both in front of him. He smiled and said, "You wanted to kill me first, and then I was forced to kill you. Don't make it sound like I'm unreasonable."