Deep Sea Morning Star

He was once the most dazzling light in the clouds, the morning star to the left of the throne of God. Now, he is a bartender hanging around cheap bars, his gray eyes reflecting the desire and turbidity of the world. The scars of the torn six wings burned on his back, and Divinat's cursed flail screamed deep in his soul. In the ninety-eighth reincarnation, he was waiting for the final outcome or corruption in the smell of blood and inferior alcohol. Until the old "old friend" comes following the breath—— In the name of jealousy, the monarch of the deep sea pulled him back into the vortex of the conflict between gods and demons with his cold embrace and paranoid tentacles. "Lucifer," he whispered in his ear, like a sigh, like a curse, "This time, your destination can only be... My abyss." It is a dance of divinity and sin. This is a fiery and deadly invitation from hell. **"Look, we can't go back. It's better to just sink in the mud, hugging each other."** Unfair version: Lucifer once let go of little Leviathan in Divinat (God Realm), and since then there has been a one-sided entanglement. Lucifer: Leviathan, have you had enough? Leviathan: If you are tired, come back to hell with me. (Serious face) Really jealous dog fish attack x really arrogant cheating invincible later Civilized reading —————————— Advance payment: "The finishing touch" Copywriting: I sketched a thousand-year-old dragon with ink. I didn't draw the eyes because I didn't want it to look like a posthumous portrait. Who would have thought that as soon as I entered the house, I would see the dog - he was not dead, and he even made himself a pot of tea. Onlookers: The affectionate reunion turned into a paperweight chase, what a great drama Intention: Facing the future