"My dear majesty, I was just about to come to see you."
A tide-like black mist flowed on the ground, and in the viscous darkness, the devil came out in his exquisite black dress. Holding his chest, he leaned over and saluted the king.
"Nice to have your rare summons."
The king lowered his rolled up sleeves.
According to his contract with the devil, he can summon the devil if needed. The king asked the former Templar Commander to confirm that his contract with the devil was different from that of ordinary dark creatures. His contract will not be revealed, not even the means of the temple can be checked.
Only the king and the devil can initiate a pact.
The devil stepped over the soft carpet, walked to the king's seat, and half-kneeled. He reached out and took over the rest of the work for the king, carefully smoothing the folds on his sleeves and buttoning the king: "Is there anything I need to do? Your Majesty."
After the devil buttoned the king's button, he didn't stand up. He took the king's hand with the rose ring and raised his head to ask the king.
The king looked at his hands.
"ah."
The devil gave a harmless smile.
"You can carry an ancestral item of the Rose family... You can be cautious, isn't it? Your Majesty."
The king sneered, "You said it as if you didn't try to get in trouble over and over again."
"As your loyal hell knight, I have never done that." The devil said without batting an eyelid.
- He just wants to bring the king back to hell, how can it be counted as a fall
The devil knows exactly how "hell" his Majesty's style is, and he doesn't think the king will summon him for nothing... Well, he would have liked the king to call himself often and try to show his loyalty to the king, but the king doesn't seem to think so . what a shame.
"About the ghost ship."
The king looked down at the devil.
"Allow me to know the details, Your Majesty."
The devil seems to have thought of something.
The king briefly recounted what happened to the Volway pirates, casually referring to the "pardon from the king of that realm" in the words of the witch. His icy blue eyes stared at the devil, trying to gain some information from this temptation.
The devil is pleased: "That's really a wise witch, besides Your Majesty, who else can be called a king?"
The king looked at him.
This sentence seems to contain a lot of things, but the devil's habitual exaggerated tone and full of lies make people have to put a few more question marks.
"Do you want to know?" The devil noticed the king's eyes keenly, he knew what the king was thinking, and he said enthusiastically, "I will be happy to tell you everything, if you ask me, I will know everything, if you want Know… "
"Forget it, I don't want to."
The king interrupted him.
The devil sighed regretfully.
His Majesty was too shrewd to be taken lightly.
"Do you have any answers about the ghost ship that the Walway Pirates encountered?"
"That's not a ghost ship, Your Majesty." The devil showed a sarcastic smile, "Those poor, ignorant pirates probably thought the ships of the dark world were those half-life alchemy ships."
Under the devil's explanation, the king understood the reason.
The "ghost ship" that the Volway pirates were looking for in the past was actually a relic of ancient alchemy, a kind of half-life existence. In the legendary era before the expansion of the Holy Court, the alchemist had not disappeared from the earth, and there were many half-life magic ships of different temperaments passing through the Abyss Strait.
These half-life ships themselves belong to the human world, so they can enter into contracts with them.
But the "ghost ship" discovered by the Walway pirates in Hanrael Bay is not on the list.
"It was the messenger ship of a lord of hell, who was in charge of 'greed and ill-gotten wealth' - whoever boarded the ship touched a certain limit and was condemned by him. The curse on those pirates was actually his order. Judgment. Your Majesty, there are rules in the world, and there are rules in hell." The devil replied.
He seemed eager to answer any questions for the king, but in fact his answers were filled with more questions.
Why do those half-living ships exist? Where have all the alchemists in the age of legends gone? What is hidden in the expansion of the Holy Court... The devil cleverly hides these questions, which are enough to arouse everyone's curiosity, in the answers, waiting for the king's inquiry.
The king looked at him for a while, and said coldly, "So it is".
Oh! A "so it is"!
Then don't ask!
The devil was helpless: "The witch is right, of course you can solve this. But..."
He let go of the king's hand and stood up.
"But you need something else."
"what?"
"An invitation."
The devil leaned down gracefully and held out his hand to the king.
"Will you go to hell with me? My dear majesty."
The king did not answer, and raised his eyebrows slightly to look at his outstretched hand.
The devil's dark eyes met the king's, with his usual, imperceptible smile on his face: "Don't worry, Your Majesty. I'm not going to break the contract just yet."
In other words, you've always wanted to break the contract
the king thought.
He held out his hand.
The devil's smile widened a little.
A black, viscous, tidal mist rose up, encasing the entire room.
The dark fog dissipated, and the cold moonlight filtered in from the window and fell on the chair by the window. The young king closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair, as if asleep.
…
The king opened his eyes.
He heard the frantic flapping of the wings, and the hoarse and unpleasant chirping of birds.
The king looked up and saw a huge door standing farther in front of him. Inside the door was a turbulent vortex of blood and dark colors. Wings flap more frequently.
The king finally retracted his gaze, looked up beside him, and saw a crow standing excitedly on a branch on a black wood on his left, flapping frantically while calling hurriedly at him.
The king looked at the crow silently.
...is it his delusion? How did he feel that the dark crow was trying his best to speak to him
The crow seemed to be about to faint with excitement. It saw Guo Dynasty looking over, hurriedly flapped its wings, flew down from the branches, screamed around the king, and tried to express something with its movements.
The king was sure it was talking to himself.
"What is it saying?"
The king looked at the devil.
"It is praising you for having the most beautiful eyes in the world, and praising you for having the most beautiful face it has ever seen, but this guy's rhetoric is limited, please don't take it to heart." The devil looked very apologetic.
Angrily, the crow turned and flew towards the devil, flapping wildly and flexing its claws. The king always thought it was trying to peck the devil's eyes.
The devil looked as usual, and reached out and slapped the crow on the ground: "Oh, it's actually called Munla, but it's not something worth remembering."
"Hello, Monra."
The king looked down at the crow who was photographed on the ground by the devil, and seemed to be a little dizzy.
The crow was struggling, trying to fly again, when suddenly he heard the king's voice. It suddenly stopped there in a humane way, and then its wings snapped together, covering its small head with its black lacquered wings.
"What happened to it?"
"I said it! This is a fool, you don't need to care."
The devil bent over and picked up the crow, which was covering its head with its wings, and threw it on the branch at will. The crow angrily opened its wings covering its dark red eyes, trying to peck at the devil's hand. The devil's eyes were quick, and he withdrew his hand.
"Look! It's stupid and has a bad temper!"
The king looked at the devil calmly, and the devil was smiling, and he always seemed to have a smiling mask firmly on his face.
The king withdrew his gaze: "What is that?"
He was asking about the door.
"The gate of purgatory, passing through it is the territory of hell." The devil remembered something, "Because Your Majesty, you are not completely in hell now, so you can't enter it by the nightmare carriage, so please allow me to take the next little offense. ."
The king did not answer, took two steps forward, and acquiesced.
The devil and the king walked to the gates of purgatory together, and the king saw the words carved on the gate. The devil seemed intent on waiting for the king to ask what was going on with the two lines that were crossed out, but the king only looked at it for a while, and then said to the devil, "Go in".
The devil sighed regretfully.
He pinned a bright red rose to the king's collar and leaned over slightly. He was much taller than the king, and when he leaned down, he was close to the king's ear: "Then... Welcome to hell, my dear majesty."
The king heard him laugh, then felt him embrace him.
In the field of vision, countless black butterflies circled and flew, wrapping the king and the devil together.
The crow, which was parked on the trunk, fluttered, watching the devil and the king disappear before the gates of purgatory.
- In the whole hell, only he can take his majesty through the gate of purgatory at this time.
…
chaos.
It was as if it had fallen into a deep seabed, surrounded by endless vortexes of darkness and blood. The only thing that seems to be real is the demonic power that holds him.
He was clearly passing through the gates of purgatory, but it gave the king the feeling that he was falling down.
until it touches the ground.
"Here, Your Majesty."
The devil's voice rang in his ears.
At the same time, the king heard other sounds—the sound of the wind that had passed over the entire land before arriving, the faint wailing in the wind.
He opened his eyes.
Hell unfolded before the king's eyes.
The dark red sky that bleeds all the time, the never-ending rain of fire. The charcoal-black earth, the lake of fire and sulphur dotted everywhere, and the white steaming mist. The ridge as sharp as a blade, the countless corpses hanging on the ridge, the color of the white souls winding away...
The devil stood beside the king, took out a black umbrella out of thin air, opened it with a "click", and propped it on the king's head to block the rain of fire that kept falling for him.
"This is hell."
a long time, said the king.
His pupils printed a dark red sky, a black earth, a red-gold sulfur lake, and a pale dead soul.
He was printed in the devil's pupils.
"Yes, Your Majesty."
This is hell.
Dead, hell awaits your return.