If what he encountered in the temple was the first Waterloo in his life, then at this moment, he saw himself as if he had slipped into the Somali Trench.
The fear of being strangled to death that he had felt in the temple came back to him. But this time it was different. He had no system, no way out, and no idea...
How did I end up here
He was frozen, motionless. The pair of golden red eyes looked at him for a long while, revealing a hint of disappointment.
"It's the same today," he seemed to hear Wade whisper.
Wade's finger reached out to him again... When Lucian thought he was pointing at his eyes and tensed his body, the finger brushed across his eyelashes.
Finally, it landed on his forehead.
With his fingers, he pushed a strand of his white hair from his eyes to behind his ear. Wade rested his chin on his shoulder, nuzzling his neck, as if he was breathing hard.
But it was better this way, because Wade couldn't see his expression at this time. However, Lucian still didn't dare to relax.
Wade's hands stroked his long hair, as if he was combing it out of boredom. Compared to the strong sense of oppression on him, this action was almost gentle - like a master stroking the fur of his pet cat.
"A living figurine, a zombie, a puppet that only knows how to act according to physical instincts, without a soul or thoughts, this is you, this is what you look like now. Take a good look at yourself now..." He heard Wade whisper maliciously in his neck, "Is this what you want? This is what you want to get even after betraying me? Lucian, you really should come back and take a good look at yourself now..."
“You feel disgusted by this, right? Don’t you want to live a superior life? It’s a pity that now you can only live here, unless…” At that moment, Lucian heard Wade’s voice seemed to dim.
Soon he felt that the moment just now was just an illusion - because Wade's voice suddenly became cold: "Forget it... You deserve it."
"Bang!"
In the last second, Wade had his nose next to Lucian's neck, and in the next moment, he threw the other person back onto the bed in disgust as if he were throwing away a piece of garbage, with a mood swings like a tyrant.
Lucian: …
The bed was very soft, but somehow the impact just now caused him pain. This was not normal, as he was a saint who was going to the battlefield, and his body was not that delicate...
But the collision just now did make him feel that there might be a bruise on his body, as if there was some change in his physical constitution.
But from what Vader said, he seemed to have gained a message...
Lucian propped himself up, shivering deliberately as he crawled, letting himself rest on the cushion at the head of the bed—he did not hear the sound of Wade noticing something was wrong with his movements.
That is to say, this body can perform some actions even when his soul has not returned.
This good news made him feel a little relieved.
After all, he didn't dare tell someone whose hatred towards him was 100 that he was back.
That person is still a cold-blooded, bloodthirsty, evil devil.
And he is so moody and unpredictable.
—What’s the difference between this and seeking death
He curled up in the cushion, trying to disguise himself as a "hurt.jpg" and "dazed.jpg" mentally retarded person. Although he didn't know what the "living doll" that Wade mentioned looked like, he guessed that the mentally retarded persona should be almost the same as the living doll persona.
He is a battle-hardened fast traveler, yes, he must be.
Anyway, he had to hold on for now and then... He hadn't figured out what else to do, but he couldn't just die here.
It's not even an hour since he came back.
A good man never suffers a loss in front of him.
But speaking of it, according to what Vader said, "You woke up so early"... It's morning now, right? I can't believe Vader has the habit of mocking idiots so early in the morning.
As expected, Vader walked towards him and held out his hand to Lucian.
Lucian cooperated by trembling slightly, trying to arouse sympathy... Never mind, just express submission without resistance.
Then…
"Are you afraid of me?" he heard Wade say.
Lucian said... Lucian said no, the mentally retarded cannot speak.
He just lowered his eyes, fluttering his eyelashes, looking very innocent. After a long while, he heard Wade sneer.
“Boring.”
Lucian: Thank you. I was just afraid that you would find me interesting and continue to tease me.
He heard the curtains being drawn open one by one, and the sunlight came in. Lucian sat on the bed with his eyes downcast, trying to disguise himself as a living puppet whose soul had not yet returned to its place.
He didn't know that the sunlight was now falling on his body, including his silver-white hair and blood-red eyes. His pale legs, exposed outside, were coated with a layer of sheen, so light and slender that it seemed like they could be held up with one hand.
Even the dolls are stunningly beautiful.
Lucian heard the sound of Vader walking towards him. He recalled the contents of the novel in his mind, and cursed inwardly why he hadn't dealt with those nobles yet. He didn't remember Vader being so obsessed with pleasure in the original novel... Well, he couldn't find a better word to describe Vader's behavior of waking up early in the morning and coming to the prison to see his old enemy.
Vader's fingers fell on his neck.
Lucian: …
He tensed his back and secretly took a deep breath, preparing himself for the other party to suddenly get angry and strangle him to death.
The thumb rested on the aorta in his neck. His pulse beat under the pressure of the man's fingers.
Lucian tried hard to remain motionless—even though he could feel the icy cold body temperature invading his body.
The body temperature of the Fallen Angel bloodline is low.
Wade's fingers were too cold, but the skin on his neck was warm and smooth. When the two touched, it felt like an electric current was born there.
Lucian tried to control himself and not let himself think about what Vader was going to do to him. He was afraid that thinking about it would cause his heart to beat too fast and give away the fact that his soul had returned.
After a long time, the fingers moved away.
Then there was the sound of leather boots leaving and the door being locked. After Wade left, Lucian still curled up in the cushions until he was sure that Wade would not return, and then he let the cold sweat on his back.
Even if Wade hadn't done anything to him just now, the sense of oppression he brought to Lucian at that moment was enormous.
Vader himself is the oppression itself.
Now that he had no system, there was no chance of any unexpected events in this world. All he could do was to find a way to survive, escape, and then wait in a safe place for the system to reconnect with him and take him out of this world.
There are two things he wants to confirm now.
The first thing is, where did the magic power in his body go? This is related to whether he can live safely after escaping in this place where everyone hates him.
The second thing was who else he could come into contact with in this room besides Vader.
Lucian suspected that the loss of his magic power was related to the chain-like anklet on his ankle. It was obvious that Vader would not place a time bomb that could use magic next to him. He tried to untie the anklet, but failed. Thinking that this thing might have been designed by Vader, he stopped wasting time.
So the second thing became the top priority. Who could he meet, what could he do with them, and finally find a way to escape from this fire pit that could burn him at any time - as for the magic power and anklet, he could find some magic materials and spell books after leaving here.
He stayed in the room for a whole day, and apart from waiting for someone, he looked out the window at the castle, thinking about his escape route. He found that the place where he was imprisoned seemed to be a high tower in the castle. Now, the window could only be opened a crack, and there was no prop in the room that could help him escape. It seemed that there was only one reasonable way for him to escape...
That is to stay here for hundreds of years, grow his hair to more than ten meters long, let it down, and wait for a prince passing by to climb up and save him.
However, Lucian felt that it was more likely that Wade saw his hair first and shaved his head bald in anger than that a prince would come.
Lucian gave up thinking and curled up in bed in a daze. His long silver hair was scattered on the bed, his dark red eyes were half closed, he was half asleep and half awake, thinking about all kinds of messy things in his mind.
Dusk was falling and hunger began to creep into his body.
It was at this moment that he remembered something...
A common sense about the succubus bloodline.
Succubi are different from other creatures. They do not get energy by eating grains or meat, but by kissing or having sex with other creatures, getting energy from the body fluids obtained. If they do not eat for a long time, succubi will feel hungry, and this hunger is often connected with the desire for sex.
Lucian’s face turned pale.
Lucian was a bit of a germaphobe, and because of this, he had never chosen to complete the energy collection task in order to gain "love". To gain love, it was always difficult to avoid close contact with people. In his opinion, these close contacts were uninteresting and boring.
But now...
Lucian subconsciously touched his lower abdomen, where there was a dark red magic pattern unique to succubi. However, in his nervousness, apart from the hunger in his stomach, he did not feel another kind of "hunger".
He is now half-succubus, but he is not affected by the succubus's physique
Instead, there was a hunger that seemed to twist all the blood in his body. The feeling was hot and strong, and it became stronger as time went by. Lucian felt as if his whole body was about to burn up.
He twisted the bed sheet tightly with his fingers, feeling that every breath he exhaled was hot. Until then, he finally heard the long-awaited sound of the door opening.
Lucian finally regained his clarity of mind. He raised his head with great effort, but what he saw was...
It's Vader again.
Wade was wearing the emperor's dark red robe, and the black tights underneath. He hung the robe behind the door and walked towards Lucian.
Lucian looked up at him with great effort.
"Are you hungry?" Wade said.
… You look like a delivery man. If Lucian was still awake, he would definitely complain in his heart.