After my Character Setting Collapsed, I Became an Incubus

Chapter 46: A dashing appearance

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Besides that, there were some minor physiological problems. After being a succubus for a few months, Lucian finally learned to control her instincts, and the short-term absence of feeding was no longer so unbearable for her. However, the color of her hair soon became dull.

Oscar noticed the bleakness.

The system was very worried about this, and always reminded Lucian to be careful of Oscar's intention to do anything "bad" to him. Lucian just said: "No."

System: "Huh? Is there anything in this cultist's character that is worthy of your trust?"

"Because you have low self-esteem and high self-esteem." Lucian said, "In your childhood, I used to have sex with Vider every day. Someone like you who has a deep-rooted low self-esteem and a disease, of course, can't be more "manly" than Vider. Your pride doesn't allow you to admit this, so even if you have that kind of desire for me, you won't do it to me. Well... I guess you are the kind of person who absolutely doesn't want to hear your lover say that you are not as good as him in bed. Based on my analysis of your personality, you may prefer some tools to assist you..."

system:…

Lucian smiled and said, "Just kidding."

"You entered Lucian." The system complained, "I really don't want to know what Wade has done to you in the past few months..."

The cell door was opened, and someone brought food in. Lucian stood up and took the plate of bread that belonged to him, and said casually: "Oscar sounds like a pitiful fool. But who would sympathize with someone who wields a knife against the weak?"

He tore open the bread and looked at the cages beside him. After the sacrifices were bathed, the guards changed the order of the cages they were kept in. Now, the person lying on the other side of Lucian was no longer Elizabeth, but a seriously injured red-haired boy. The boy had tried to escape two days ago, and after being caught, he was tortured to death by Oscar's black magic. In the end, it was Lucian's plea that made Oscar stop torturing the boy.

But it was obvious that the boy had never accepted the favor. After seeing Lucian bringing the bread to him, the boy, though dying, still spat out a mouthful of saliva: "Get lost! You bastard, shame, treacherous thing... liar, it was you who killed the Pope... You should go to hell after you die, and reincarnate as a beast for generations..."

Insulting words came out of the boy's mouth. Things had turned out like this since Elizabeth accidentally said Lucian's real name a few days ago. The boy who was originally grateful to Lucian turned to hate and insult him. The boy from the jeweler's family who was previously locked up with Lucian stopped talking to Lucian after hesitating for a long time. Almost everyone had a negative attitude towards him in some form. Elizabeth was frustrated and guilty about this, but she couldn't change their minds with words.

The little girl Belinda's cage was next to the red-haired boy. She came over and said to Lucian, "Don't worry about it."

Lucian smiled back at her: "Do you want some bread?"

Belinda shook her head and said, "I'm full."

"oh."

Lucian squatted down and looked at the boy. When the boy became nervous, he reached out his hand...

He rolled the pieces of bread he had torn off into bullets and shot them at the boy's face.

And made a "meow" sound with evil humor.

juvenile:…

Belinda: …

Lucian was obviously having a lot of fun, and soon, a weak laugh was heard.

The laughter came from a young man. The cage of the young man was next to the boy's. He had long light brown hair and looked very weak.

Lucian had some impression of him. This young man was a famous painter who often came to the temple to pray. When everyone was taken to bathe that day, he saw Lucian's face clearly under the lamp. Lucian thought he would call out his name, but he didn't.

The young man was brought here for the crime of "laziness" - this was the result of elimination. Lucian already knew the reasons why the other three were brought here: the red-haired boy was brought here because of "rage" and often beat up people he thought were not pious enough to the gods; the "glutton" was a priest who harvested the property of believers but secretly took them for his own enjoyment; the "jealous" woman was jealous of a beautiful woman in the town. She thought that the woman's dress was not virtuous, and finally took the beautiful woman to frame her as a witch, causing her to be disfigured after being tortured, and finally jumped into the river in despair and died.

It is not difficult to find out the crimes of these three people. With a little tricky words, they will even proudly talk about their "contributions" to the Holy See of Light. But this painter has always kept his mouth shut about the crimes he has committed.

After throwing the bread, Lucian turned around to look at the little girl. This eight or nine-year-old child was mature beyond her age. When the other prisoners cried, she always sat in the corner with her knees hugged, indifferent and cold. After saying that, she sat back in her original position and looked at the ceiling.

"Your Highness, does the Holy Temple really exist?" she asked suddenly.

Lucian thought for a moment and said, "I can't answer this question because I haven't done it before."

"So... does reincarnation really exist?"

Lucian had no way to answer the question of reincarnation. As a fast-travelling person, in a sense, he had experienced many lives. So he asked, "Do you hope that reincarnation exists?"

The little girl paused for a long time and shook her head.

"I don't hope." She said softly, "It's tiring enough to live this life."

The painter who had been silent at the side suddenly interrupted. He spoke softly to comfort the little girl, and finally said to her: "If there is a next life, it would be better to be a bird. It can fly in the sky..."

The little girl didn't answer. She was silent for a long time, and then asked Lucian one last question.

"Then... does God really exist in this world?" she said, "If God exists, my mother always believed in the God of Light when she was alive. Why didn't the God of Light stop my father from selling me after she died?"

Lucian shook his head.

"God does exist," he said, "but he doesn't watch everyone."

The only one he occasionally responded to was the Vatican, which created faith in him and used him as a tool for their own selfish ends.

The little girl was quiet. After a long while, she said, "Then... why would people believe in a god who doesn't watch over them? Your Highness, did you kill the Pope because the god didn't watch over you when you were most desperate?"

Lucian was stunned for a moment, and realized for the first time that he could not answer this question.

How should I answer this question? Deep in my heart, I am not Lucian Sissel, but Number Five. I did not kill the Pope because I discovered that I was half-human and half-demon, and that the Pope was my biological father and intended to commit incest with me, and I finally fell into madness.

All this is just because he needs a natural transition, a transition that leads to him assassinating the Pope and making everyone hate him.

In the face of the little girl's question, he realized that he couldn't give her an emotional answer. Just like when he saw Wade fall in front of him with a bone spur, all he could give at that moment was a blank.

Lucian was silent for a long time at that moment. Finally, he squatted down and stretched his hands over the fence. The little girl looked at him blankly.

He stretched out his hands over the fence and gave her a hug.

"God doesn't look at people," he said, "but the people you meet will give you a hug."

In this hug, I could feel the other person's tears.

At that moment Lucian was at a loss, and suddenly felt that he also urgently needed someone to hug him.

But at this moment...

There were hurried footsteps outside the door.

“Hurry, hurry up!”

The cell door was opened. The guards in scarlet robes came in and roughly pulled the prisoners out of the cell. A guard shouted outside the door: "Originally, tomorrow was the moonless night..."

"It's too late. The moon phase has changed... Perform the ritual immediately tonight!"

The moon phase has changed?!

"What's going on? There has never been a red crescent moon in the records... Tonight will be a moonless night. We must hurry!"

"Red Night... might be an incredible opportunity!"

The prisoners were pulled out of the cages screaming and crying. Lucian heard the cry of the jeweler's son and the curse of the "jealous" woman. He obediently came out of the cage and grabbed the little girl's hand at that moment.

"Belinda." He whispered in the little girl's ear, "You have never believed in God, but are you willing to believe in me who has betrayed God?"

The little girl was stunned for a moment, and then she tightly grasped the hand of this strange saint who was despised by everyone.

"Number Five, what are you going to do?" The system chattered in his mind, "Although I don't know why the moon phase has changed, but the opportunity has come! Let's run away while there is chaos. Since you are not a sacrifice, Oscar will take you with him, right? We will definitely not notice you in a while, run away quickly, I have observed the terrain here..."

Before it finished speaking, the prisoners were driven from the long corridor to the magnificent carved gate. Both sides of the gate were guarded by cultists in scarlet robes. The vast hall was still dim despite the burning of countless candles. Bloody and weird murals like hell were everywhere. Under the colorful flower windows was a white jade platform, and on the white jade platform was a black object.

The thing seemed to have shrunk, yet also seemed to have life. The moment he looked at it, Lucian felt a piercing pain in his eyes.

It was as if that dark heart was watching me!

She quickly covered her eyes. What confused her was that none of the other prisoners had experienced the same strange phenomenon as her. They just curled up and trembled, while Elizabeth was almost crying and sobbing softly.

"Two... eight?" a cultist in red asked, "Why are there two more?"

"Succubus? Why is it a succubus?"

"It seems a little familiar..."

Whispers were heard all around, and at this moment, a voice suppressed all the discussions.

"Bring you to me."

That was Oscar's voice. It seemed that he really had a very high status in this organization. Several guards then dragged Lucian in his direction. The ceremony was imminent, so Lucian, the succubus who suddenly appeared, was naturally not the focus of the discussion.

Lucian held Belinda's hand as they left. The little girl looked at him in panic as he left the place.

Oscar sat at the very top, wearing a red robe and a red mask. When he saw Lucian being dragged over, he reached out and held Lucian on his lap and sat down.

Two members of the Fallen Cross nearby smiled ambiguously. Apparently, all kinds of indulgences were common in the Fallen Cross, and the subsequent horrific mass was even worse. Lucian struggled twice, but the man held his lower abdomen and said, "Be quiet."

Lucian stopped struggling.

The torches were lit, and the priests in charge of the "Mass" began to sing songs. The sacrifices were lined up, tied up and trembling on the stage. Seeing Oscar's hand on his neck, Lucian twisted his head in his arms and whispered in his ear:

"Enough of the forced drama, Vader."

Oscar chuckled softly.

"Try it occasionally, it's fun." Oscar's voice was polite.