[In the brightly lit underground hall, countless dignified gentlemen and ladies in suits and leather shoes during the day gathered in the most spacious hall of the hall with fanaticism, shouting: "Long live! Samael!"
They all wore a mysterious mask on their faces. The mask was not big and could barely cover the upper half of their faces.
But even wearing masks, the crazy and excited eyes hidden under the masks are chilling to see.
They stared closely at the huge altar in the middle of the hall, forgetting about their original restraint and etiquette, and just kept screaming, as if they were expecting something to come.
On the altar, a young man tied to a cross showed horror.
His blond hair has become messy in the constant struggle, this originally cheerful and handsome boy has gradually lost hope under the betrayal of his relatives.
A white silk cloth was also tied around his mouth, blocking all his supplications and curses.
"Hmm! Mmmmm!" The young man's blue eyes were gradually stained with hatred, and he looked at the countless so-called celebrities in the audience with gloomy and stern eyes.
He keeps every face in his mind.
One day, he will make each of them pay the price they deserve!
Wearing a black robe, a kind middle-aged woman with a false face stood on the stage and signaled to everyone: "Be quiet! Everyone! Today will be the day when our master, the almighty god Samael, was born. I hope you all Ready for the Master! Holy Samael! Immortal Samael! Let us rejoice! Believers!"
After all, the middle-aged woman lit the torch in her hand and held it high.
Boom—the flame completely ignited the cross, and the young man who was still struggling stopped his movements. He bit his lips tightly, refusing to let out a scream.
Every inch of his skin was licked by the flames, and the pain went all the way to his nerve endings.
He felt the pain in his body, and his blue eyes were gradually stained with an extremely terrifying color of bloodthirsty.
boom-
ah ah! ! !
The flames crossed the edge of the altar, and burned the few believers who were closest to them into firemen, and screams resounded throughout the hall.
But in an instant, the entire guild hall was turned into a sea of flames.
The flames of this hell carry all the rage and hatred and will never stop.]
— from "Nightmare"
The rustling of pages could be heard in the quiet room.
Zhou Yu flipped through the books he borrowed from the library, and slid his fingertips across the rough paper, looking for what he wanted.
Soon, a portrait of the demon god of hell came into view.
In the center of the pitch-black background, a devil covered in flames was tied to a wooden frame, howling and neighing.
A pair of wings ignited by the flames spread out behind the devil, and the original white feathers were scattered, and they were gradually stained with black flames, with an extraordinarily cruel beauty.
Below the picture is written the name of the devil—Samael, the demon god of anger and vengeance.
According to legend, the fallen angel who betrayed the lord of all things, the god of light, and the lord of hell—Samael.
Zhou Yu looked at the picture carefully, and then began to describe the appearance of this demon god in the spare notebook.
The sound of the tip of the pen scratching across the paper was endless. It took an unknown amount of time before Zhou Yu finally stopped the pen in his hand.
The demon god's black curly long hair occupies most of the picture, giving people a sense of oppression.
Zhou Yu couldn't describe the face of the demon god, so just like in the legend, he covered his face with a layer of shadow and flames, only a pair of deep eyes gleamed with gloomy light.
The legendary demon god who ruled all the fears in the world holds a huge sickle in his hand, and is covered in a black robe. The shadow covers a large blank area on the screen.
Zhou Yu looked at the Demon God on the paper, and his emerald-like beautiful eyes met the particularly eerie eyes of the Demon God.
It would be great if there was paint, Zhou Yu frowned in distress.
That way, he can paint the eyes of this demon god with his favorite azure blue.
Just like Maurice...
Zhou Yu tore the picture out of the notebook, looking at the portrait of the god exuding an uncomfortable atmosphere, his eyes flickered.
Maybe there was something really wrong with his head, and he actually felt that this demon god was very similar to Morris.
how is this possible
If Samael symbolizes all the sins in this world and is the destination of all sins, then Morris is the kind of angel who is naturally suitable to hold wine for the God of Light. His heart is always pure like an angel, and sometimes even Let him feel ashamed and ashamed of his own despicableness.
Zhou Yu walked out of the room and found that cheap father Eugene was still sleeping, so he went to the master bedroom next door and stuffed the portrait of the god in his hand into the bedside table.
After doing all this, Zhou Yu looked at the still normal room, and the corners of his mouth curled up, revealing a particularly weird smile.
Good night, sweet dreams, my father - Eugene.
The black-haired boy walked out of the large but cluttered master bedroom with a blank expression.
After a long time, an invisible cloud of black smoke escaped from the bedside table and silently enveloped the man sleeping in the living room.
The man's heavy breathing stagnated, and then became even again, but there was some ominous black mist invisible to the naked eye between his brows.
The sky seemed to be on fire, blood red.
Zhou Yu looked up at the sky, and walked on the deserted street expressionlessly. The hard soles of his shoes touched the unusually flat asphalt ground, making pattering footsteps.
He was dreaming, he knew it.
In this dream, there is no one but himself.
In fact, he rarely dreamed, this was his first dream in two weeks, and it was such a strange dream.
The sky was dyed red, and all the houses in the town were stained with traces of time and dilapidated.
There is only one asphalt road running through the entire town that is extremely straight, as if it was paved specially by someone.
The flow of time in the dream was very strange. He walked on this strange avenue, looking at the surrounding scenes aimlessly.
He felt that he had been walking for countless years, but in fact he hadn't even left this small town.
"Ah!!!"
A scream pierced the blood-red sky.
Zhou Yu's eardrums were irritated by the scream, and he closed his eyes unbearably, and it took him a while to calm down.
who is it
Would there be such a noisy person in his dream
Zhou Yu opened his eyes again, and the scene in front of him had changed.
He came to the interior of a dilapidated abandoned factory.
There were bloodstains everywhere on the rusty iron frame corridor.
Bright red bloody footprints stretched from the corridor in front of Zhou Yu to the far corner.
He followed the guidance of the footprints to a furnace.
The huge iron tank was full of red-hot iron slurry. Zhou Yu stood on the iron bridge made of steel above the furnace, looking down at the burning flames, even his black hair was covered by the pavement. The heat wave burned a little curly.
"Let me go! Please! Ahh!" The screams sounded again, and the pain and begging contained in them made people feel extremely miserable.
"Jie Jie Jie ~ Seriously, dear Paul, you are suitable to practice tenor, what a standard scream, listen, it's so pitiful, oh, I really want to sympathize with you, really!" Another hoarse and low voice The sound sounded, but it made people feel extremely evil.
"But you shouldn't have hurt him, you goddamn son of a bitch Paul!" The hoarse voice, which was still contrived, became deeper, and the fury was evident.
"Now, take a good hot bath, oh, take a good bath, maybe I will forgive you Jie Jie Jie Jie!" The man's voice became full of wickedness again.
The scorched man clasped the neck of the human in his hand with his sharp claws, placed him on top of the furnace, looked at him maliciously and screamed for mercy.
"No, no, no! Don't throw me down, please woohoo, ahh—" Paul, who was originally a strong and tall man, was easily grabbed by the neck by the unknown man and hung up.
He kept struggling with his legs, trying to escape the fate of being thrown into the sea of fire.
But unfortunately, demons never have extra sympathy.
His screams quickly disappeared into the red hot iron slurry.
Clap—a soft sound was extremely harsh in this empty factory.
It turned out that Zhou Yu accidentally kicked a piece of broken iron and kicked it into the furnace below.
The man in an ill-fitting school uniform turned his head in an instant, and the figure of a black-haired boy entered his field of vision.
The teenager's emerald green eyes stared straight at him, and his pale cheeks were a little rosy against the firelight.
The young man looked at his face, tilted his head in doubt, his bright red and full lips moved slightly, and asked softly, "Maurice?"
"NO, it's not!" The man's face covered with scars, the original ferocious look disappeared instantly, leaving him completely at a loss.
"I don't know who you're talking about!"
Bell—The alarm clock is ringing.
Zhou Yu opened his eyes and saw the familiar ceiling in the room.
he woke up.
Sitting up from the bed, Zhou Yu looked at the still-unclear sky outside the window, his pale face was a little wet with sweat, and the hair on his forehead was stuck to his face, showing a little fragility.
Was everything just a dream
In the morning, before the cold mist dissipated, some students had already entered the school one after another.
"Ahhh!!!" The screams pierced the sky.
Someone found Paul, a famous rugby player in the school, was hurting people everywhere with a knife, and he was still crazily clamoring that the gods were dead and the devil was resurrected, which made people frown.
In this small town with a strong religious atmosphere, any disrespectful words against the gods can only be expressed in private, otherwise they will only be regarded as lunatics and thrown into the lunatic asylum.
The siren of the police car sounded, and Paul, who was completely crazy, was quickly caught in the car.
Next, after interrogation, they will send this guy who deliberately hurt others and insulted the gods to a madhouse for reformation.
Zhou Yu stood on the side of the road, watching the police car drive away from the school gate, his eyes moved slightly.
He remembered the dream last night, the guy who fell into the furnace and kept screaming.
However, it was just a dream, so what could it have to do with it
Zhou Yu looked away, turned and entered the campus. The classroom began to chatter and chatter. The news of Paul's arrest had obviously spread throughout the campus this morning, giving the bored students more to talk about.
"Hey, have you heard? About Paul!"
"Of course, what's the matter, I don't like that guy a long time ago, I must have gone crazy!"
"No, no, I have inside information, it is said that I am possessed by a devil!"
"Possessed by the devil? Who did you hear that from?"
"Hey, don't you know, I have an aunt who is from the Holy Order..."
Squeak—the door of the classroom was opened, and the English teacher with a rigid and serious face walked in.
The classroom fell silent for an instant, and Zhou Yu looked at the two classmates who were chatting enthusiastically, with indifferent eyes.
Holy sect
"Students, a transfer student has been transferred to our class today, let her introduce herself!" The English teacher looked at the female student following behind.
"Hello, everyone. My name is Karina. I'm from Kandy City. I hope I can get along well with you!" The girl with long blonde hair smiled, and her beautiful face carried the air of an ordinary girl. Her lack of heroism makes her very attractive.