"Dr. Prometheus."

"Why aren't you staying in the data room today, and decided to come here instead?"

Lucifer dismounted smoothly, with a perfectly crafted camouflage.

Since Prometheus confused it with Oedipus, Lucifer also became interested, intending to pretend to be Oedipus and have a chat with him.

"Hehe, I just... um."

"Just wanted to... celebrate the discovery of another sun in this dark underground world."

It was common knowledge that Prometheus was pursuing Oedipus.

The only one unaware of this was Oedipus himself.

Of course, Lucifer had not yet begun its revenge plan at this point. It knew about Oedipus and Prometheus, and was quite interested in it.

"Are you talking about me?"

Lucifer pretended not to know about Prometheus's feelings, enjoying the emotions bestowed upon it as if they were rightfully its own.

"Of course..."

"These flowers you cultivate... all the fragrance, the petals, bloom and wither just for you."

"For them, you are their sun."

"And, ahem, also mine."

Prometheus scratched his cheek, feeling a bit cheesy himself.

But when he looked up and saw Lucifer's slightly blushing smile, he knew that Lucifer was actually quite pleased.

"You are really charming... Dr. Prometheus."

Lucifer smiled, a hint of seductive crimson on its face.

"But what you brought me are not actually flowers."

"They are the ones I cultivate, props for angelic therapy and psychoanalysis."

"Essentially, they are experimental equipment."

Lucifer slightly embarrassedly lowered its head, not looking at Prometheus, but quietly rubbing the small petals and pistils of the Persian chrysanthemums in its hand.

"I see. Well, flowers wouldn't be grown in a lab for no reason."

"Still, I believe that even with such a name and function... they are still flowers."

"Just like you."

"I think, these flowers are just like you. Even though you are a cold, numbered lab assistant, fundamentally, you are a lovely, intoxicating girl."

"Have you ever thought of selling them?"

Prometheus suddenly asked.

Lucifer felt a pang in its heart, shaking its head and responding to Prometheus.

"Unfortunately, Doctor."

"No? But maybe we can make a trade?"

Undaunted, Prometheus continued, making lively gestures and shifting his gaze, once again asking Lucifer.

His eyes alternated between Lucifer's face and the flowers in Lucifer's hand, as if there was some connection between the two.

"You see, you don't actually need to take them anywhere."

"I will pay for these flowers..."

"And then leave them here..."

"For you."

Lucifer hesitated momentarily, then forced a wry smile and turned its face away from Prometheus's gaze.

It actually wanted to chat a little more with Prometheus.

But it couldn't, it didn't know what memories Oedipus currently held of Prometheus. It feared that chatting a bit more might reveal its disguise.

"Mr. Doctor... you know? In Acadia, it's always the ladies who chase after the gentlemen."

"You are great, just a little too great for me."

"I'm just sorry... you are not my hope."

"Let's end it here today, I'm sorry."

"See you next time."

Lucifer smiled sweetly, wholeheartedly.

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"And then, what happened next, Mammon?"

"I want to hear the rest!"

Five-year-old Turing sat in Mammon’s arms, pulling at Mammon's collar, eager to hear the continuation of the story of his mother and father.

"Don't be stubborn, Turing."

"There's really nothing else left."

"It's just that they fell in love, isn't it?"

Mammon felt embarrassed that Turing enjoyed the story she casually told so much.

"I want to know, how did mom and dad end up together?"

"Dad must have really liked mom!"

Turing's innocent tone attracted a disdainful sneer from Samael beside them.

"Hmph, that guy who dominates and bullies women..."

"Samael, stop it."

Afraid that Samael's unintentional words might have a negative impact on the young Turing, Mammon quickly shut Samael up.

Samael crossed her arms and pursed her lips, deciding not to say anything further.

"In fact... Lucifer and Prometheus could never love each other."

Samael sighed deeply. Regardless of whether Turing could understand, she intended to share these deepest secrets with him.

"At that time, in order to completely control the angels, the people in the laboratory not only gave the angels human memories... but also tried to delete certain emotions from them."

"I had greed deleted, Samael had calmness deleted, we, the so-called seven great demons who were stigmatized by the outside world, all have certain character flaws."

"Lucifer... your mother, she ultimately had joy deleted."

"She cannot feel any joy. Whether eating delicious food, smoking tobacco, drinking alcohol, wearing beautiful clothes, or even making love, she cannot feel any joy."

"The only emotion she experiences is pain."

"Endless pain."

"So she cannot form feelings or connections with anyone, because she cannot derive happiness from anyone."

"While others may live for happiness, she lives only to avoid pain."

"The only place where she can find solace... is in her false memories."

"Oedipus's memories are filled with beauty and joy everywhere, which makes Lucifer envious and jealous."

"At that time, Oedipus began to have feelings of infatuation for Prometheus."

"So after extracting Oedipus's memories, when providing memories to Lucifer, she also developed similar feelings for Prometheus."

"But it was only a fleeting infatuation."

"Lucifer, this false Oedipus, will be tormented by the remnants of this half-hearted puppy love until the end of her days."

Turing listened intently as Mammon spoke words that made little sense to her. She clutched Mammon's collar tightly with her hands, her large, watery eyes filled with incomprehensible fear.

“Sister Mammon... What are you saying? I'm scared.”

A faint smile played on Mammon's lips as she wrapped her arm around Turing's small bottom, gently holding his little body and swaying slightly.

"Don't worry, you have nothing to fear."

"Sister Mammon is here."

"Unless death do us part, sister will always protect you."

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"Miss Altria?"

"You're crying."

"I'm sorry... Did I pick the wrong flower? Isn't this a Persian chrysanthemum?"

In embarrassment, Anakin handed the flower crown made of Persian chrysanthemums to Turing as they walked back to the prison with the line of prisoners.

Looking at Turing, who was crying in front of him, he didn't know what to do.