Captured alive by the devil, I would rather die than submit

"No."

"What the hell are you doing?"

Angrily, I walked over and grabbed Goloy by the shoulders, pulling him hard.

The moment Goloy turned around, I didn't scream. I don't know what kind of monster that hideous and terrifying face is, but I was so frightened by that face that I lost the ability to scream.

I fell down on the ground and looked at the strange and horrified face, the red eyes without pupils, the wrinkled and stiff skin and the bent fangs... I don’t remember the specific appearance, only for a moment, when I blinked, the somewhat annoying Goloy’s face appeared in front of me, and he smiled and looked at me with an innocent expression.

"Just now..." I pointed tremblingly at his face.

"What happened just now?"

"your face……"

He touched his face, frowned and said, "What's wrong with my face?"

Could it be... hallucination...

"Come."

Goloy stretched out to me, I froze for a moment, then slowly raised his trembling right hand, he gently held my hand and pulled me up.

"This king is still very confident about his face."

I was still immersed in the panic just now, and ignored his boasting.

"So." He clapped his hands. "Lipatia, welcome back."

"I'm not happy at all..."

"I didn't say it would make you happy."

He opened his arms to hug me, but I pushed his chest hard.

"It's so cold." He spread his hands and said.

The two of us looked at each other, and the atmosphere fell silent for a while. After a brief silence, Goloy spoke first again.

"So, do you have anything to say?"

Snapped--

I slapped his left cheek hard, and he turned his head away cooperatively.

Snapped--

Followed by the right cheek, Goloy is still very cooperative.

"Well, I think you made your point very clearly," he said, touching his face and nodding. "What delicate hands, not suitable for beating people."

"Why did you let Agadina go?" I demanded sharply.

"Why, because she is my sister."

"Don't be so assertive! We just ended a war with her! And you let her go?"

Goloy pouted, rubbed his cheeks, and muttered, "Devils are all selfish. If we are so righteous, wouldn't we all become angels?"

"you!"

"Don't worry, she just went to Grotney, it's nothing serious."

"No big deal?" I grabbed Goloy by the collar. "Do you know... what kind of scene I saw on the front line, what kind of suffering I suffered, and you... told me it was nothing serious..."

Goloy took a breath, and then said: "Okay... maybe it's a big deal, but your body smells so good."

I'm already tired of his attitude, but I'm so weak, I know that Goloy takes my seemingly aggressive behavior as a joke, and it's not painful to him at all.

"Angel, I'm sorry."

Suddenly, Goloy's expression turned serious, and he solemnly apologized to me.

"What does it mean."

"I shouldn't challenge your purity. I'm a devil. The scene you've seen is the environment in which I grew up, but this is not your home."

I loosened his collar and put my hands down.

Goloy put his hands on my shoulders, looked at me with raised eyes, and said in a low voice: "Believe me, angel, the agreement between us is still there, but now, the situation has changed, believe me how am I."

"Do you expect me to believe in a fallen angel?"

"Yes, I hope you can trust me."

In fact, I had no choice. Goloy knew this, and I knew it too, but he didn't say that, but continued to plead for my trust.

"This war is not over yet, all the demon lords are staring at us, I can't kill Agadina, because I can't do it, it's that simple, I have to find a way to keep her alive, and I want to live, And I will keep you alive."

I clenched my fists tightly and averted my eyes in embarrassment.

Goloy didn't force my eye contact, his hands slid back along my shoulders, and held me in his arms. At this moment, he didn't regard me as a woman, but as an angel, true angel.

"I know, I'm a fallen angel, but Lucifer also had glory. I don't have your purity, but I can understand you, even though I'm a demon."

What hypocrisy.

"So, I hope you can help me and end this. You've had enough, and I've had enough."

"I see..." I said hypocritically.

Goloy patted me on the back and let me go.

"This time, I have really worked hard on you, Lord Angel. As compensation, I can promise you a request."

"Require?"

"Well, any request is within my ability, of course, except for turning you back into a man or sending you back to heaven."

I didn't intend to make these two requests at all.

"Really, any request other than those two will do."

"Well, any request is fine."

"I want a city."

"Is my Lord Angel optimistic about a city, um, it smells like a devil." Goloy pinched his waist and laughed. "Tell me, which city do you like?"

"Belial, I want Belial."

"City of Belial?" Goloy frowned immediately. "You want the city of Belial?"

"Yes."

He pursed his lips and looked at me puzzled.

"Why do you want the city of Belial?"

"No particular reason."

"It's not impossible, ah... Speaking of which, you have met the consul of Belial this time, right?"

"I have seen."

"Well, then do you want to be the consul, or do you want to be the consul's agent?"

"it's up to you."

Goloy rolled his eyes, silently calculating the benefits in his heart.

"If you want the city of Belial, then I will give you the city of Belial. As the representative of the angels, you don't need to be a consul. This city is up to you now. Is there anything else you want to mention?"

"Since I have the final say on this city, the name of this city must also be changed."

Goloy's expression became even more puzzled, his eyes were almost lost, and he kept looking at me.

"You still want to change your name?"

"Yes, the city represented by the angel can't be called the city of Belial."

"That's what you said... then change it, anyway, that city..."

Anyway, that city is irrelevant. Although Goloy didn't go on, I know what he means.But for me, that city is too important.

"What do you want to change your name to?"

"From now on, I ask Belial to be renamed Gabriel."

"Oh, that's why it's named after your great angelic leader, but why not Michael."

"Is it okay, this request."

"Yes, from now on, the city of Belial will be renamed the city of Gabriel."

Goloy held out his right hand, and I held it in response.

"From now on, I, the devil Lucifer Goloy, announce that the city of Belial will be renamed Gabriel, and I will attribute this city to the angel of glory." After speaking, Goloy sighed and smiled. look at me. "Sure enough, I didn't misread you, and the oath was lifted."

"oath?"

Before I finished speaking, the armor on my body suddenly emitted a burst of light, scattered all of a sudden, and fell to the ground.

I looked at the armor that fell on the ground, and I didn't realize what happened for a while.

"Eh?"

"Wow...the scenery is not bad."

I looked at the armor on the ground, looked at Goloy, and looked at where Goloy was looking.

"This! What's going on here!" I hurriedly covered my body with my hands, and was at a loss for a while, and my movements became chaotic.

"As you can see, the oath of this oath armor is very simple, like a fable, only a pure soul can complete the oath."

"What a mess! What are you talking about, you bastard devil!"

Goloy stared playfully at my body as I bent over, trying to cover some parts of my body with my arms.

"That is to say, after this war is over, you can still keep the angel's pure soul. In other words, you can continue to fulfill the agreement with me, and you can unlock this armor without becoming a fallen angel."

"The oath you made is too boring! That's for sure! By the way, turn it over to me! Don't look at it!"

"The more you don't ask me to watch it, the more I want to see it. It's really good."

"I'm going to die with you now! You bastard devil!"

In Goloy's muddy eyes and words, in fact, I got a little relief.

I'm thankful that I'm still pure, after all that I've been through, I'm thankful.

Almighty and eternal God, please forgive my sins, forgive my transgressions and uncleanness.

postscript

Those who didn't want to write an epilogue at first will be regarded as "wow, they even wrote an epilogue, this person is simply a model of excess self-awareness.".

but……

Do I care about this!The guy who is afraid of being seen as having too much self-awareness is the one who has too much self-awareness!

It's finally over, this volume, at the end of the first volume, I said confidently that it will be more in line with commercial standards... In the end, I wrote more than 80 chapters, you bastard!Kneel in front of the mirror and confess for three hours!

Enrolled in economics class because of real life, but also mixed in seminary courses.

After class, I said to the professor wearing the clothes of the clergyman, "I am writing a book about angels and hell", and I was ashamed when the professor asked me about the name and content of the book. I deeply repented my sins, and I am sorry.

The most distressing thing is to write the plot according to the outline, because I will definitely write super, but I am always dissatisfied.When I was in class, I thought about what it would be like if this book was changed into a manga. The first feeling was that it would not be able to be changed at all, and the second feeling... No, no, no, there will be such a day that it means that the Chinese light novel industry is over, and there is no need to think about it.

No need to think hooray!

The next volume must change the routine!It is also a good choice to take the route of personal heroism.

Speaking of it, I have always wanted to create a power level system, just like many fantasy or immortal novels, what kind of realm, what level and so on.

I can't do it at all. I'm afraid it's not abolished. Let's make the characters fight each other like punks. Forget about the power system.

Originally, the setting of this hell was based on Judaism and the Holy Old Testament, a more fundamental conception of the hell model, and the result unknowingly moved closer to Dante's hell system.

what are you doing!

The self in the dream shouted to himself.

All in all, thanks to everyone who subscribed to this filthy book. (In a little pressure on readers who don't subscribe...