My Wife Is the Devil

There was a great being who gave his grace to the heavens and the earth by overcoming evil and establishing order.

His name is Rom.

In the Holy Age, he was called the father of all, and he was a living and breathing mythical being who was feared and respected, but as time passed, he came to the age of humans who feared the power of the royal family rather than the power of heaven. The one who passed away the seat of the gods to his daughters, the four archangels, and disappeared behind the world.

He, who is such a great being, must have been just a father who accepted his whining.

An angel with gray hair is protesting with her belly exposed in front of me.

Unable to see Raynell’s disgraceful behavior, the angel of punishment, he lifted his heavy head and swallowed the drool, then began to scold his daughter severely.

-Rainel, as a celestial being, such behavior cannot be called an example for others. Go back to your seat to fulfill your duty.

“I do not like it. I’ll never leave until you let me go.”

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Angel of mercy and love.

After Jephnell’s advent was decided, Raynell of chastis*ment, who should truly be called the Angel of Love, couldn’t bear his wrath and stormed into the Hall of Prayer, waging a childlike grudge against my great father. .

“Obviously, my father also told me, that Kryle and I will have a relationship that transcends the level of existence. But, how could Father be so cruel to us?”

– Hey, there’s a time for everything.

“It has been almost 1900 years since I first heard that word. I can’t stand it any longer. I need to incarnate a body and get to his side as soon as possible!”

That’s why you don’t send it.

Rom, who was looking at the angel who was full of thoughts to buy and hit by anyone other than God, radiated dignity worthy of the name of a great man from all over his body, and spoke indifferently towards his foolish daughter.

-The underworld is now in chaos due to the saint’s plan. Such a chaotic time. At the same time as now, it is necessary to prevent another seal from being released, so the Jeepnel is sent down.

“… I can do it too.”

At the rebuke of my father, Raynell rose from the pure white marble of the hall, raising both hands and adjusting his clothes.

“All right. Then, the girl, Kangrim, will be satisfied next to Jeepnel unnie.”

– Yes, thank you.

“By the way, Father, why don’t you just strike the saint on the head just like Tafnel sister said? He transcends the majesty of heaven and seeks to overturn the providence that the Father has made. I also do not understand why Erman is not punished.”

Rather than the mischievous girl she had seen before, Raynell’s question was beginning to show the dignity of an angel of punishment by sending a guillotine to the wicked.

At her question, Rom let out an unusual laugh and gave a funny answer to my foolish daughter.

-As a father, the growth of children is bound to be joyful. If that child truly succeeds in twisting my providence, it is also worthy of praise as a lord.

“…I don’t quite understand.”

Unable to understand what he meant, Raynell tilted her pretty head and put on a puzzled expression full of doubts.

But no further answer came, and she eventually left the Hall of Prayer and started walking towards the tumultuous Heavenly Garden, when she suddenly had a terrifying thought.

“… stand, please. Did your father go out to the underworld and make children?”

So, is Erman the demigod who was only mentioned as a joke in heaven?

Raynell, pondering over the terrifying hypothesis he had come up with, began to tremble in contemplation,

Jeepnell, the angel of love, who was watching this from nearby, felt his head shake and uttered a venom towards his pathetic brother.

“You foolish brother, don’t you know the word parable?”

The golden urn has now fully recovered and began to emit the divine blue smoke necessary for the incarnation ritual to descend into the underworld.

Jeepnell, who was preparing for the advent, muttered a little while looking at Raynell’s stupid face.

“Yeah, love is the problem. Whether it’s an angel, a demon, or a human, doing this kind of love makes your brain go crazy.”

A strange angel who is called the angel of love, but does not like love very much.

It was a short time before the advent of the Jeepnel.

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“Come on, take a look. What does that look like?”

“That… looks like a big serpent.”

“right? I guess it’s because he’s a high-ranking demon, so he has good eyes.”

With her beautiful purple eyes twinkling, the young priestess looked at the gigantic serpent that wrapped around the outskirts of Aran’s city, and then continued as she looked at Aran’s hostess, who was muttering a spell with something peculiar to her.

“So, is that what you really are?”

“Yes Yes? Hey, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Liliana, who was concentrating in a cold sweat as she watched the magic mist emanating from her hand and obscuring the giant snake’s body, shuddered as she looked at the immortal priest who was babbling in displeasure next to her.

uh, what are you talking about?

There’s no way I could be such a ghastly abomination.

Liliana, who looked at my voluptuous breasts for a moment, regained her composure with a satisfied smile and began to cast her spells again.

Emily, dissatisfied with her appearance, caused a catastrophe that eventually brought out even words that she should not have spoken.

“Don’t do that, can you take a good look? That big mouth, you look like someone a lot, don’t you? ‘Taesan Serpent’.”

“This… profit! Why do you keep harassing me next to you? I, I am only here to help the priest.”

The countess screams at the priestess who is waving her legs next to me, with tears in her eyes as if she is unfair.

Perhaps she was funny, the woman called Julius’ mother put her mouth into Liliana’s ear and whispered softly.

“Because it’s fun.”

Do you need another reason?

As if a little girl was playing a prank on her father, Emily smiled contentedly as she watched the tragedy unfolding before her eyes.

Aran, the city of water.

The pride of Liriam, who boasted a beautiful and harmonious appearance.

The outskirts of such a peaceful city were devoured by the mouth of a giant serpent, leaving no traces to be found.

What the hell happened in that moment?

Recalling Cecil’s blushing face she had seen at the last moment, Emily spoke softly,

“… I hope not everyone who lives here is dead.”

Then Julius would be sad.

She smiled bitterly as she remembered the naughty boy she had raised since she was a child crying.

A firm voice came from her side.

“No, if that’s the same existence as the old me, it wouldn’t be life-threatening as long as it was just swallowed.”

“why? Wouldn’t it be over if it was swallowed by such a big mouth?”

“My name is a giant mouth, and the concept of digestion does not exist for the world-devouring snake.”

It’s just foolishly swallowing everything and filling my stomach.

Looking at her former self, Liliana proudly exclaims the majesty of the Great Mountain Serpent while shedding a cold sweat.

At the sight of her like that, Emily sighed in admiration and shook her head.

“So, in the end, that was the way you looked, right?”

“… … .”

“it’s okay. Count Rotani, because he still loves you.”

“Ji, if you’re really going to keep making fun of me, go away!”

A high-ranking demon waving her fists at the priestess sitting next to her with a crying face, and Emily, who keeps her mouth shut and makes fun of Liliana while avoiding it.

Fortunately, they seem to be having a very enjoyable time, who abruptly took care of the love fight.

“Hey, I’m not gaining weight!”

Only ‘she’ may be happy, though.

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– quiver

– quiver

A rather unpleasant ringing that resounds regularly.

As he sat on the bed and touched Cecil’s gift hanging from his neck, he sighed and bowed his head as he looked at the woman’s face in front of me.

Cecil Lionelta.

A poor woman who lost all her energy to her daughter and eventually died.

And, a scary woman who came back from the dead as one with the devil.

Recalling the past and present of the wife I loved, Julius only frowned as he felt his heart getting more complicated.

– quiver

continuous ringing.

After refusing to give the necklace, she ran out of the hut without a word, with a stiff face, and soon after returning to her room she cast a shadow on a large rocking chair, and with a dark expression sat there far away, looking at the cold burning bonfire. there was only

It’s really inconvenient.

In my mind, I want to hang a necklace and whisper my love to you right away.

However, the feel of the silver rocket on my neck clamored for me not to abandon him, and in the end he was unable to return the remains of my deceased wife to her.

Time passed without hesitation, and Julius, unable to bear the silence, carefully raised his head and spoke to her, who was looking only at the bonfire.

“…what exactly is this place?”

“…the belly of Lanahill.”

“… … .”

“In the void of the Great Mountain Serpent embodied by my magic. no one here It’s a world just for you and me.”

“What is the situation outside now?”

“…why do you want to know where Lionelta is?”

With a fishy smile, Cecil lifted her face from her crouched body and looked back at her husband.

Her words were mixed with sarcasm.

The Heretic Inquisitor could only give a weak rebuttal to that statement.

“… No, as a heretic interrogator, I was only concerned about whether there was any damage to other residents.”

“It’s okay, when I kicked out my old-fashioned older sister, I made all the other humans Lana Hill swallowed up as well. Because this is a paradise just for you and me. I don’t need any impurities.”

In the meantime, did you have an accident while paying attention?

Julius, who had a glimpse of her kind, gentle figure, a little ridiculous for a demon, let out a small laugh and shook my head slowly.

“… what’s so funny? Are you pathetic about my longing for love? It doesn’t matter, it’s better to be here for the rest of your life than to get your love and be abandoned.”

Cecil glared at Julius with his eyes wide open.

Although the situation was obviously serious, the interrogator’s face gradually softened.

“…not funny. It wouldn’t be bad if you wanted it.”

“… What does that mean.”

A lovely wife tilting her head with a questionable expression.

Julius stared at Cecil’s face for a moment, then roughly unbuttoned the buttons that fastened the well-equipped inquisitor uniform, and then he flopped down on the black, soft bed he was sitting on.

“Man is never satisfied with what he has.”

“… … .”

“I may have subconsciously wished for it. In the old days, Cecil was bright and pure. No, not your face.”

“…Look, after all, you just like the old me.”

“You, who became one with the devil, I may have been secretly reluctant.”

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Magic energy flows through your body, and your beautiful blue eyes, which were clear like the sea, became cloudy and cloudy, and I felt sad.

“I was holding you and whispering love, dreaming of a happy future, and laughing at you eating bread with your tiny mouth, but I was just looking at you in the past, not the you you are today.”

“… … Don’t say such rude things.”

The tears of the devil, who longed for love and dreamed of a happy family, turn red again.

Saying that I am also a devil, and that the devil always wins bets, why, why does this keep happening?

I didn’t ask for much. I just wanted to go back to the old days.

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Oh, I see. I want to go back to the old days, but this body has already become one with the devil and has been defiled, and I can’t go back forever.

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My hope was an impossible hope.

Cecil buried his face in my arms and wept silently.

Long ago, a simple young man with short hair slowly wet the cuffs of the white blouse he bought with all his first salary,

The heart of the devil, who could not grasp my wish, which flows slowly with tears, slowly cools.

A faint squeaky voice.

The inquisitor’s mouth slowly opens again at the sound of her cry that pierces my ear.

“…so let’s try.

“… … .”

“I will try my best to love you now, so that I truly love you.”

His voice is crude but still sounds like a sweet heavenly melody.

I sit crouched and turn my head slightly, and a woman with wide open eyes and nose glances at my husband.

Was it even cute?

Seeing this, he smiles softly, sighs a little, then closes his eyes with the waves of wood grain embroidered on the ceiling in his head.

The baptism of the waves gently blows away his confused head, and the poor man who just runs without rest entrusts his exhausted body to the soft bed.

“If you wish, you can live here forever. If you want love, I will try my best to truly love you right now, looking only at you here.”

Because that is my apology to you, and it will be the correct form of the eternal love I swore.

There was no answer, but the woman’s whistle, which had resounded in the stillness, was no longer heard.

At least it wasn’t the wrong answer.

Secretly swallowing a sigh of relief, he laid his languid body on the bed and surrendered himself to the slowly rushing water horse.

I want to forget about the mountain gorge, rewind time, and the complicated world, and immerse myself in the sweet scent of milk next to me and relax.

Because I’ve lived a life that deserves this level.

I want to leave the evil plan to be solved to tomorrow and enjoy the present moment.

Late at night, Julius falls asleep drawing the face of the beautiful woman who knocked on the door of Grandpa Mila’s mansion.

A bomb-like word that would blow away all of his sleep, who had begun to enjoy a peaceful moment, came out of Cecil’s mouth.

“okay? If you stay here with me forever, you’ll have to eat my homemade food every day, okay?”

… uh?

The blonde-haired man, who had fallen asleep with his eyes closed with a relaxed expression, widened his eyes, and his whole body was trembling.

Julius raised his head slightly toward his wife who had uttered terrible words.

Cecil bloomed with laughter in the red eyes.

In the warm atmosphere over her expressionless face, her neat wife covers her mouth and starts to giggle and laugh.

“… Cooking, let me do it.”

Oh, is it?

Now, the devil with his head in his arm and hissing and laughing, and the priest who sees this and begins to give serious talk about cooking.

The bright red bonfire, which looked at them, twists its body as if delightingly, and begins to spit out colorful flames.

A small hut with sparks and a bonfire that used to emit a cold chill slowly begins to radiate heat.

On the empty land filled with only stillness and stillness, eternal love began to sprout again.

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***

“Jiffnell, is it okay for a second?”

Taphnell, a boring angel who, like his representative, made an unusual bewildered expression and gestured a small gesture toward his younger brother, Jeepnell, the angel of charity and love.

“…why sister, I’m busy right now. If you want to fix the situation in the underworld that is starting to get messed up, you have to be busy from now on.”

A dark-haired woman with a sad expression on her face, closing her eyes and immersed in thoughts.

The angel of faith, who had been trembling impatiently in front of her who seemed uninterested, frowned a few times, wiggled his hands, and finally, as if he had made a big decision, clasped his hands together and made a earnest request to my brother. .

“That… this time you’re going down to the underworld, I mean…”

“under! What, would you like to take a look at Julius?”

Words that don’t suit her, who is known for always being fair and doing things according to procedures.

Did the angel of love even cross his legs?

However, what catches your eye is the appearance of Tafnel, which flinches as if stabbed in the corner.

Jeepnell, who looked at her acting like a child who had made a mistake, brushed her beautiful hair once, turned her head to look at her pathetic sister’s clear golden eyes.

“I know that my sister has pity for Julius. In fact, our angels are not without fault that he has led such a painful life.”

“…Thank you for letting me know. Julius is a good-hearted and faithful child. If you can get it right in words, you will definitely recognize it, that…”

“You want me to close my eyes to living with Cecil? okay okay. Sister, I am an angel of charity and love. Rest assured, I have no intention of separating a man and a woman who love each other so painfully.”

“Oh, thank you. But… that I said this was a secret from Raynell and Lionelta.”

“okay! It’s getting in the way, so go away now, because you’re trying to come down secretly, so I feel bad because I’m hurting my pride, but my sister is next to me, so it’s even more ferocious.”

“Yeah, I knew. In any case, this advent is to punish the saints for their sins and to settle the chaos that occurred in Aran. I believe you will do well.”

At the end of those words, Taphnell left the Altar of Advent while walking backwards on the road he came from.

Jeepnell shook her head in disbelief at the ironic sight of her grace even when she stepped backwards, closing her eyes again and trying to organize her thoughts.

current situation.

A heresy planned by Saint Erman.

[Time Regression]

To achieve this, he unsealed the 24 ancient demons, who were also called little gods, and brought chaos to the world again.

However, there was one strange thing.

“…Cecile Lionelta.”

A child with beautiful brown hair, the daughter of a saint and a child who had received the powers of Lionelta to some extent.

The resurrection of a woman who died longing for love until the moment of her death.

“Is this really necessary?”

Rather, it is not a variable that can set the plan apart.

For a moment, I was worried about the saint’s actions that I couldn’t understand.

A long time ago, an elderly man who fluttered his words next to him. The words of Saint Telmere ran through her mind.

‘If the other person is doing something that you do not understand, it is better to interrupt it first.’

‘why? It could be because the other person is an idiot.’

Telmere shakes her head as she strokes her smooth hair.

As he tilted his head and looked at her with a questionable expression, the man who was both a saint and a wise man slowly opened his mouth.

‘Such optimism can be poisonous. A number that cannot be understood by the opponent can become a deadly dagger and fly away.’

Check.

A small soldier’s horse seizes the king, and Jeepnel, who was defeated in a recently popular game among the rebels, overturned the board and became furious.

“Huh, on a trivial subject, your words show me the way I should go even after 500 years have passed.”

Yes, if Cecil Lionelta’s resurrection is an incomprehensible number, it wouldn’t hurt to break it.

Far below the heavens, watching the giant serpent that devoured the outskirts of Aran, the city of water, quietly curled up, the angel of love and kindness licked her red lips as blood-red and spoke the name of a girl.

“Dear Thalia, my surrogate. You must be my sword.”

The best sword that a man called Julius could not touch.

The angel smiled brightly as he drew the image of the girl he had cherished like his real sister since childhood.

As if to announce her joy to the world, fireworks that look like pink petals secretly open their own buds in the air, and a pair of petals slowly fall on her hand.

Jeepnell, who looked at it from afar, wiped the smile from his lips and clasped my hand.

– Kwajik.

crumble and fade away

The fleeting petals that fell from the air and finally met again in the angel’s hand disappeared like a handful of sparks.

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It’s like predicting someone’s future.