Quiet, go to sleep

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   Dear readers!
| I didn't think I would translate my |'Russian sketch anymore, but here's the solution from early in the morning. I think this fragment will not be superfluous. he is already many years old, and he is already feeling nostalgic. Now I will proceed to the completion of the work yandere•Lucifer😈
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plan to make this work a collection, then add a sketch of these two "Flying under the sky", relying on their past in paradise
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enjoy reading🌸

   The past will always be on our heels,  sometimes lagging behind - we will forget it, and sometimes it overtakes us and tears our souls apart from longing and memories.
Azazel's soul was not torn, but something inside was still seething. The capital of Cocitos was the birthplace where he grew up and where there are never any bitter memories. The war outside had nothing to do with home. Peace reigned, this not quite real silence was the most pleasant melody for the demon's ears.
   What if humans also come in and completely destroy Kokitos?

   Azazel quickened his pace, clenched his fists tightly, and approached the Demon Lord's lair.

   Once.. In a similar situation, he was stopped by the traitor Martinet.. But he was defeated, and now many of the inhabitants of hell are also gone, the premises are half empty. The only detail that will be eternal, no matter how vast the terrible war is, no matter how it destroys the devilish places, no matter how many years have passed and how many demons have died out, devilish fires will burn deep in the bowels of the Earth. A fragile and weak light will flutter on dry soil, as soon as it has gathered enough strength and energy, it will flash through concrete barriers. Someday..

— LUCIFER!
   It's amazing how the doors didn't fall apart from such an exclamation.
Lucifer predicted that someday Azazel would still come to his homeland, he heard a mile away as the scapegoat set foot on the hellish lands of Coquitos, he heard his sensitive breathing and even the frantic beating of a devilish pitch-black heart...
After all, the ears of the ruler of hell.

   Despite the fact that Lucifer was ready to receive guests in his chambers, everything inside for a moment shrank from the sudden guest.
  But for Azazel, the Lord's face was as impassive as before. Half-closed eyelids and pensive blue eyes, in which you can see the difficult and long past of the devil, a fallen angel and just a faithful and beloved angel who once served God. Tightly compressed peach lips and all the same greatness: shining armor and iridescent three pairs of wings - white, red and black. And, of course, what is the main detail of the Ruler of Hell?
Book in hand.

   Azazel even thought that these damned tomes, collections of information should be burned, because because of them Lucifer gets into something like the astral plane, and over time he is completely forgotten, naturally, from this, not knowing about the news of the world.

— Y-you.. You! — the words got stuck somewhere in the throat, could not speak, and the brain partly stopped working. A whole sea of ​​experienced emotions, the speech that Azazel had been preparing for such an occasion as now, has evaporated. As if she never existed.
— Lucifer! — the demon called his name again, and his voice sounded more and more rude.
    Satan's henchman slowly lowered the book, and his eyes looked down, where the ash-haired one seemed just a small insect, a black spot that did not play any role at all, but made a lot of noise...
  For a couple of seconds, the two devils just played with their glances, silently, intently wanting to swallow each other with a glance.
   As soon as Lucifer was about to return to reading, hoping that no one would interfere, his euphoria was broken again.
— Yes, you at least know!.. — He froze. — What's going on in the world?!