Lucian took some time to calm Dylan down. He invited Dylan into his garden. Dylan sat on a chair in the garden, held the hot tea that Lucian brought him, and explained what had happened in the past few days.
"The first person to disappear was Betty. She was acting very abnormal a few days before she disappeared. She was always humming and dancing at home. Until one morning, someone saw Betty walking out of town wearing red dancing shoes. He thought she was going out for a walk, but after that day, no one saw Betty again." Dylan said, "Then it was Annie. Annie always liked to sing, and she didn't feel excited. But she disappeared too. After that, there were several young girls. Some girls were seen leaving from behind, and some were not seen. But the families of several girls said that before the girls disappeared, they had seen them dressing up at home, combing their hair in front of the mirror, wearing the most beautiful dresses, or taking out their dancing shoes to clean them, as if they suddenly became interested in beauty..."
"... but after that, they all disappeared and never came back to town. This is what happened in the past week." Dylan's face was pale, and his fingers tightly grasped the teacup. "Uncle Selman was very worried about the situation in the town. After hearing that Miranda was also missing, he pushed open Emma's room, but saw Emma sitting in front of the dressing mirror putting on makeup, wearing the luxurious jewelry she never wore before, as if she was getting dressed up for a trip. When he called her, she just looked at him and smiled... Yesterday he asked me to come to his house to keep watch. We closed the windows, he stood guard at the door of Emma's room, and I stood guard under the window. Then early this morning... Emma disappeared! ! Along with the champagne-colored dancing shoes placed in the shoe cabinet at the door..."
"But I don't remember when she came out! From beginning to end, she never came out of the room!"
Cold sweat oozed from Lucian's back again. He heard the rustling sound of wisteria flowers blown by the wind, and Dylan's painful voice: "It's all my fault. I didn't protect Emma well. If I could have stayed outside her room that day, instead of under the window, maybe Emma would have disappeared..."
He clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, "I will definitely find Emma, I will!"
Dylan left. He wanted to find clues about all the missing girls in the town in order to find Emma, whom he regarded as a sister. Lucian lowered his eyes and did not stop him.
He was the only one left in the yard again. Outside the quiet little yard, the whole town seemed to be running as simply and peacefully as yesterday. The sky gradually darkened. Mr. Justin, who came back from work at the bookstore, greeted Lucian. He was a gentle and elegant middle-aged man. Seeing that Lucian looked a little pale, he said a few words to him.
"Little Amanda came to the bookstore today to choose books. She said she was very worried about your condition, but mom and dad didn't want her to disturb your rest." Justin said.
Lucian smiled and said, "I will go to her house to teach her in the future, if..."
…if there is still a chance.
Lucian returned to the hut at night. He locked all the windows and sprinkled a thin layer of incense ash on the carpet outside the bedroom, which only he could detect. Then, he drew the curtains tightly and fell into a dream.
Lucian had a terrible dream.
In his dream, he was sitting under a stained glass window, next to a harp. Lucian saw himself wearing bloodstained vestments, and there were sounds of slaughter outside the temple.
It took him a moment to figure out where he was.
He was reenacting the scene where he had escaped.
Everything happened just as he remembered. The young man in black armor carried a gun and entered the temple amid the shouts of the crowd. But Lucian had no ability to control his body. He looked at Wade with sarcasm, laughed at him, and said everything he remembered he had said to provoke and ridicule him.
He couldn't control his body, but the plot changed as it went on. The cold and crazy young man in black dismissed the others. He walked to Lucian's side and suppressed him with magic.
There was no mercy in his movements. Only then did Lucian finally regain some control of his body. While he was resisting, Vader used magic to blast his head, making him dizzy and unable to resist. Then, Vader roughly tore open his robes and entered him.
He forced him in the temple.
Everything was just like when he was trying to escape death, except that it suddenly changed direction. Vader went from kissing him forcefully to entering him, and branded him with magic, leaving him no chance to escape from this world. He found pleasure in the pain, and was fucked so hard that his succubus bloodline awakened in the temple. Vader didn't let him go until his body began to change. They spent Lucian's long and sad initial transition period in the temple.
After everything was over, he was carried out of the temple by Vader, put in shackles, and became Vader's slave in the open. Vader kept making him fully awaken his blood. Lucian was trapped in a body that could not resist, but he could feel all the sensations of his body, even more sensitive than his real body.
At the end of the dream, he felt that he had become a beast that belonged only to Vader. He was shackled and curled up in the dark, and what he looked forward to most every day was Vader's love. When the black-haired young man pushed open the door, he dragged his ankle chains and crawled towards him in white pajamas. Now that he was allowed to wear complete clothes, he tried to please Vader with kisses, begging him to love him more.
"They say that succubi are beautiful bitches who are heartless and ungrateful." The dreamy Vader said, "In that case, you are a beautiful bitch who belongs only to me. I like to share, and you'd better recognize this."
'Now, make your voice heard and recognize who your master is.'
He spoke these words in an elegant tone, but his body dragged Lucian and him into the muddy pond of endless joy that was enough to soak the brain.
'Vader... Vader...' he heard his own voice, 'Ah, I belong to Vader... Vader...'
Vader was the light, he was the abyss, but he was the last thing that could make Lucian feel "illuminated". Lucian was confused, and only when he endured Vader did he tremble and feel his life, and feel that he was still alive.
…
Lucian woke up from a lewd and terrible dream. He gasped for air and stared at the ceiling with dilated pupils. He touched his ankle tremblingly, and at that moment he thought he was still in a dream.
There was nothing on his ankle, no anklet. He folded himself up, held his ankle, and stroked it up and down again and again, confirming its emptiness.
Lucian didn't come out of the hut until the evening. The town was filled with a tense atmosphere that was different from the previous peacefulness. The townspeople seemed to be living their lives as before, but there was a hint of anxiety and fear on their faces. Lucian walked among them.
"Lu Sien?"
Lucian turned around and saw Bob at the bakery door smiling widely, a smile that made his entire eye curved into a thin crescent, with his lips raised and his eyes downturned.
Lucian lowered his eyes and quickened his pace. Bob did not follow him, but continued to stand at the door of the bakery and smiled at him.
He saw Dylan in the jewelry store. Dylan was still asking the jewelry store owner for any clues about the girls' disappearance. The shoemaker in the next shop greeted Lucian, and he sighed as he listened to the conversation.
The shoemaker was an old man with white hair. It was said that he was born in a family of craftsmen who had fallen on hard times. He wandered for more than 20 years and finally settled in this small town. He looked wise in his vicissitudes. He said to Lucian, "This town is going to change. Alas... Dylan is a young man. He has never seen much, and he can't understand that some things are so terrible that they can't be stopped."
As he spoke, he looked at Lucien gently, showing the care of an elder towards a younger generation: "Lucien, you are a good child. If you have the chance, take advantage of these few days to leave this town."
Lucian smiled and said, "Why did you leave?"
"I am old. I have lived here for twenty years. It is time for me to live out my life." The old man said kindly, "but you are young."
Lucian said goodbye to his father and returned to his cottage. On the road full of wisteria flowers, he met Mrs. La again. Mrs. La talked to him about her missing niece, her expression full of melancholy. She looked at Lucian and said worriedly: "Lucian, you look very bad."
"Maybe I caught a cold." Lucian said, "Mrs. Laura, you must be worried about me."
Mrs. La forced a smile and said, "That's good. I hope everything will be alright."
"Yes, Mrs.
After the conversation, Lucian turned around and was about to leave. At this moment, he heard Mrs. La's voice coming from behind.
The voice was high-pitched, cheerful, and chuckled: "Okay, Lucien, do you like my muffins?"
Lucian turned around and saw the warm and honest Mrs. La, also looking at him with the same crescent-shaped smile and the corners of her mouth raised high.
It was the same look as Bob's. She giggled, and her dark smile was like a black hole.
Lucian left quickly. Mrs. La stood where he left, holding a handkerchief, smiling as she watched him leave.
Lucian returned to his room as quickly as possible. The system screamed in his mind: "F*ck!! What the hell is that!!"
"There's something wrong with both her and Bob," Lucian said.
As night fell, Lucian began to feel drowsy again. That night he had another dream.
He dreamed that he was wearing the clothes of the Son of God, standing high on the stage, and watching Vader being punished for being exposed as a "Fallen God Believer". He came to Vader who was imprisoned, and said in a gentle and compassionate tone: "Oh my God, Vader, how could you do such a thing."
He was still able to control his body until the cell door suddenly opened and he was dragged into the cell.
He was tossed around in the cell until his pupils were dilated, his face was pale, and he didn't even have the strength to speak. Wade pressed the magic pattern on his abdomen with his hand and whispered in his ear: "So you were born like this."
"… "
Vader escaped from prison, but before that, he revealed Lucian's identity as a succubus and took the shameful evil away in front of everyone. He was suppressed by Vader with a contract and forced to go into exile with him. Vader eventually became the Demon King in the demon clan, and he was the canary that he locked up in the basement and could only cry.
"Don't even think about running away in this life." Wade said, "You deserve to compensate me... unless, I'm tired of playing with you."
He spoke politely, using his lips to soften the swollen wound on Lucian caused by him.
…
The next morning, he was awakened by the sound of a messenger.
Lucian dragged his feet out of the hut. His face was pale, only his cheeks were red. He took out a letter in a gray envelope from the mailbox. The sender was Mitchell. Mitchell asked him if he had recovered from his illness. If he had, he could come to his place for experiments.
"Actually, I'm not rushing you. If you haven't recovered from your illness yet, you can write back to describe your symptoms and I will send you the corresponding potion. The doctors of our tribe are better than professional magicians." Mitchell wrote politely on the back.
This letter seemed to be a reminder of his urgency, but in fact it was a concern for his health.
Lucian did not reply to the letter. He returned to the living room and locked the door on a good day. He lay on the sofa with his eyes closed, listening to his heartbeat. Until finally a bell rang.
"Teacher Lu Sien!" The voice outside was the crisp and sweet voice of the little girl Amanda.
"Mr. Lu Sien, I heard that you have recovered from your illness. The child wanted to see you, so we brought some apple pies." Then came the voice of Amanda's mother. As a lady, she was always very elegant.
In addition, there was the voice of Amanda's father, who whispered to his daughter that she should be more like a lady... In the warm, harmonious, and noisy family atmosphere, Lucian hugged his knees all the time, lowered his eyes, and sat on the sofa without moving.
"Is Mr. Lusien home?" the husband asked, "Mr. Justin, who lives next door, is resting today. He said he just saw Mr. Lusien coming home from the garden."
"Is Teacher Lu Sien angry?" Amanda said confusedly.
Lucian lowered his eyes, his eyes disguised as green were dim. Finally, he suddenly laughed and said coldly: "Stop pretending."
"… "
"I know what you are," he said.
There was no more sound outside, only the rustling sound of footsteps leaving. Lucian looked at the coffee table in front of him.
Until the light that came through the glass window was blocked by shadows. Three shadows stood outside his window, looking at him inside, their shadows cast on the floor inside the house.
Lucian slowly turned his head and saw three crescent-shaped smiling faces.
They just stared at each other quietly through the glass. Finally, the three men turned away as if they hadn't seen Lucian, making shrill noises.
"Teacher Lu Sien is at home. It seems that Mr. Justin lied."
"How could Mr. Justin lie to us?"
"In that case, go ask Mr. Justin."
A ringing sound came from the house next door, and then someone came to open the door. The system screamed in Lucian's mind: "Fuck! This is too scary! You should..."
"What does he do to me?" Lucian said.
He closed his eyes, but knew that Justin smiled like a crescent moon after a brief blank moment of shock after seeing the family of three. The four of them turned their heads together and looked at the small house where he was.
It was the third night after Emma disappeared. Lucian had another dream. He dreamed that he had returned to the time when he was the eldest son of the Cecil family and was in the villa. His appearance was still as beautiful and immature as a teenager. He pretended, used all means, and relied on his rare tenderness and praise to help Wade to understand Vivian and the knot of being abandoned, feared and isolated. Finally, he got the smile of the cold and lonely Wade and became his white moonlight.
It was actually very simple. The others were afraid of and isolated Wade, but Lucian, who always played tricks on him, was the only one who feared him because of his weirdness and bullied him because of his own badness.
Lucian thought he was a fool, but he was a monster.
This time, the Wade in the dream was also smiling at him, and the smile no longer carried the youthful shyness in his memory, but had a hint of something that could be said. Young Wade said, "Since you consider me a friend, I am really happy."
The young Lucian smiled at him, with an innocent and rare tenderness in his smile. The young Weide then leaned close to his ear and whispered softly, "You are so kind to me. In this case, I will take you to my room and tell you a secret of mine."
"So late?"
Wade lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes trembling slightly. His cheeks were pale, and he said in a sad and self-deprecating voice: "Then... forget it."
He carefully raised his eyes to look at Lucian, then lowered them again. His buttons were not buttoned tightly, revealing his collarbone, and he looked like a delicate young man.
At that moment, he felt as pitiful as a cat caught in the rain. Lucian rarely saw Wade in such a promiscuous manner, and for a moment he was actually a little confused.
Young Weide was indeed very handsome. Cecil's family was full of beautiful girls.
"Then... I'll go take a look."
The young Lucian followed him half-believingly. Fortunately, Wade's room was next to that of his father, Dalton, who loved Lucian the most. He was not sure whether Wade dared to do anything to him.
Then he was pressed down on the bed by young Wade.
"Scream softly." Wade tied his hands with a tie and said, "You want your father who sleeps next door to hear you, right? Or let him come in and see what you look like now."
The young Lucian looked at him in shock and anger.
After that, the life of young Lucian fell into a vortex of being caught. When Dalton was at home or not at home, young Wade would always half-force him to have sex with him. Later, it developed to the point that even when he went horseback hunting with friends, young Wade would push him into the woods, like two little wild animals.
The young Lucian eventually awakened his succubus bloodline. Bright also witnessed him exposing his succubus identity on the spot. Dalton, who was out doing business, returned home a week later and saw the young Lucian being pinned down by the young Wade.
Even the succubus' tail had grown out and was trembling.
The news that Cecil's adopted son was actually a succubus spread throughout the capital. Not long after that, Dalton died of an acute illness, and Lucian was also declared dead. The young Wade inherited the identity of the head of the family, the title and the property.
What no one knew was that he also inherited another part of Dalton's property. The spoiled, beautiful, and deceitful young master was locked in his room by him, with ankle chains tied around his ankles and his lips red as he pressed his abdomen to finally squeeze out the crystal egg in his body.
There is no chance to leave here again.
…
Lucian woke up from his dream. He staggered to the bedside to get some water. At that moment, he felt the difference between reality and dreams, until he heard the system's voice.
"Lucian..." the system's voice trembled, "Your hair... has become lighter."
Lucian saw himself in the mirror, his lips were rosy, his eyes were hazy, and his long black hair had turned gray.
…
Lucian didn't go out for a few days after that.
He kept having fragmentary dreams, all of which were constructed from fragments of his past memories. In those distorted fragments, he kept having sex with Wade. All the dreams made him dazed, trembling, and weak. The dreams might have been when he was the young master of the Cecil family, when he was studying with Wade in the academy, when he was studying in the Saint Academy, when he was serving as the Son of God in the Sanctuary, or when he was on the battlefield, or when he was on a death run or after he returned from a death run.
In those clips, Vader vented himself on him. Lucian was forced by him again and again, falling into a deep quagmire.
Whenever he woke up, Lucian would sit on the sofa on the first floor, staring at the ceiling quietly, with no one coming to look for him.
His hair turned light gray, and the green hair that he used to disguise himself as a non-succubus disappeared. Anyone who saw him would suspect that he was a complete succubus.
"Your hair has turned light gray, Lucian." The system whispered, "Are you planning to escape from here?"
Lucian said nothing.
Lucian finally came out of the bedroom. The system went into blackout mode while he was changing clothes, and when he came out, he could only see Lucian in a wine-red robe. Lucian combed his hair carefully in front of the mirror and put on some hair accessories. Finally, he went downstairs.
As he walked out, he saw Dylan standing outside the yard.
"Lucien!" Dylan said to him anxiously and angrily, "You finally came out. I've been looking for you for a long time... I finally found out who is the mastermind behind that! It's the newly moved Viscount Oliver. Emma must be with him! We..."
"Got it." Lucian said softly, "Let's go there in a carriage."
"Okay!" Dylan clenched his fists and said, "There has been something strange in this town these days, but don't worry, I will protect you."
As he said this, he took Lucian's hand and led him through the busy square. There, Lucian saw Bob, Love, Justin, Amanda's family, and very, very... residents of the town.
Warm and simple residents.
They maintained a normal life, but when Lucian looked at them, he saw smiling faces like crescent moons.
The old shoemaker was sitting at the corner of the street. When Lucian passed by him, he saw the old man, who used to be kind but white-haired, looking up and smiled at him.
The wisteria flowers have faded.
Lucian thought.
They got on the carriage to Oliver Manor. Lucian sat at the bottom of the carriage and Dylan drove. It was very quiet along the way, with only the sound of the carriage wheels.
Lucian closed his eyes, and he knew that underneath the cloak he was only wearing a nightgown.