This is a fanfic inspired by paper-sized gods~
CP is mainly Lumi ~~ and also has Mela component
Meimi and Mamie may also appear in small numbers, but they are single arrows~
The main text is mainly from Barbero's perspective, slowly tracing the relationship between Lucifer and Michael. This is a hidden line that will slowly emerge.
And we may add some extra chapters from other perspectives from time to time~
My daily life now consists of thinking about Lucifer and spending time with Barbilo, and then halfway through spending time with Barbilo, I unconsciously start thinking about Lucifer again.
Thinking about his appearance, thinking about his voice, thinking about everything we have experienced together, and thinking about the two years we have loved each other to the fullest.
Sometimes, I don't even know if I am in a dream or in reality?
Before Barbero was born, I was like crazy. Lucifer is dead. Lucifer is dead. For me, what if the world is destroyed? Lucifer is dead! ! !
I hated him, why did I want to dismantle the sword, why did I want to die.
It's better to let me die with you, so as not to have you appear in my dreams all day long but not be able to hold you.
But, Lucifer, you are a shrewd old man. You deliberately didn't let me die with you.
You had already planned your last night before the abyss of sin, right? You deliberately let me get pregnant with this child. Are you afraid that I will die? Then can't you consider that I am the same as you, afraid of losing you?
But, you succeeded.
If it weren't for Barbero, I might have gone to accompany you.
This child gave me the last glimmer of hope.
She is so much like you.
She was created by my fluttering wings, but the way she clung to me was just like the little Lucifer who hung around me all day long when I was still Isar.
In a person's life, there are some unspeakable secrets, irreparable regrets, unreachable dreams, and unforgettable love.
Lucifer, you are my secret, my regret, my dream, my love.
——Michael