time, then he will see the young Arlette, who has never known him.
The contract is good to say, the devil can make up any reason to make a contract. The important thing is that Arlette has no memory between them, he doesn't remember purgatory cherries, he doesn't remember ugly and unpalatable cakes, he doesn't remember roses that are about to wither, and he doesn't remember maple leaves that haven't turned red yet.
How am I supposed to deal with Alette like that
The Demon King looked forward to seeing him, and wanted to see him anyway, but at the same time… he was afraid to see him.
Thirty-second years after the death of Arlette Hope, the Demon King successfully opened the door to the human world.
He replaced the full-length mirror with a gigantic floor-to-ceiling mirror. The mirror glittered with brilliance and water waves. The ripples formed a regular rhythm, leading the summoner to reach out and capture his prey in the mirror.
The otherworldly summoning spell of the Hundred Caves Purgatory is still unstable. The Demon King does not know when the door was opened. It may be now, or it may be the time when he first met Alette.
The Demon King remembered that the old Arlette once said: Because of knowing you, I don't want to die anymore.
If all the days we spent together were erased and everything started from scratch, can I still protect him and support him? Would he still laugh at himself and serve an ugly chocolate cake? All this is unknown.
The Demon King tensed and his heart beat faster. He looked at the ripples on the mirror, as if preparing for an unprecedented battle.
The dragon's blood gem still sits firmly on the top of the scepter, exuding a dim and stable brilliance, the detection crystal is hung on the silk rope of the gauze curtain, and is swaying slightly with the fluctuation of the airflow in the room.
The Demon King walked towards the mirror and stretched out his upper right hand.
He grabbed something warm... an arm, a human arm! The other party struggled a little, but the Demon King didn't pull hard, but walked into the mirror and got into the plane on the other side of the door.
Passing through the swaying void, the Demon King opened his eyes. He was standing in a small and dilapidated house, holding a young man's right arm in his hand.
Humans are really short and thin, exactly as the literature says. The young man in front of him had light-colored hair like withered grass and was wearing a coarse cloth shirt. He sat on a simple wooden bed in the corner, staring blankly in front of him, not focusing on the Demon King. After careful observation, I found that his left eyeball was twisted and mottled, as if it had been forcibly joined together after being ruptured. There were also several obvious scars on the eye socket, and his right eye... It was not an eye at all, but a A crystal ball with a sudden color, it was stuffed into the empty eye socket as a support, so that this face would not look too weird.
A razor fell on the wooden bed, still stained with blood. There is a small wound on the right hand of the human being held, just at the edge of the thumb nail. It is not caused by fighting, but more like an accidental injury caused by accidentally dropping a razor.
He also had a more visible wound on his left wrist. Those were two overlapping wounds, one was older and had scabbed over, the other should have appeared a few seconds ago, and it was still bleeding. The Demon King was stunned for a moment before he understood what this human wanted to do—he wanted to cut the artery in his hand. Fortunately, the wounds he cuts only bring pain and weakness, not really fatal.
The Demon King knelt down halfway in front of him, stretched out his two hands, grabbed the bleeding wrist of the human, and smeared it with a layer of green snake herbal ointment. Alette asked for this herb after completing the contract with him back then, and it must also be used to stop bleeding. Thinking about it this way, Arlette actually said so many words in blood at that time, as if he was observing when he was going to die.
Oh, and the content of that contract. The contract originally only required the summoned person to serve the employer's wish, but Arlette applied to change the time limit to until his death... Now that I think about it, Arlette at that time must have been unsure whether he wanted to die in the future and when he wanted to. Death, so I asked to change the content of the contract.
The Demon King was indulging in his memories, and the humans who were still in shock tentatively said, "Are you... a devil?"
He is Arlette. The Demon King recognized his voice. It seems that he felt the breath of purgatory, so he directly used the common language of purgatory.
"Let me take a good look at you..." The Demon King let go of his arm and held his face instead. The human shrank in horror, but couldn't move. He couldn't see what the creature in front of him looked like, and could only feel the scorching and powerful force coiling around it.
"Alette?" The Demon King greeted the pair of eyes that had long been unavailable and called his name softly, "Alette Hope, I'm here... I'm here to find you."
"You know me?" the human asked cautiously. "Who are you…?"
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What happened on this day is far beyond the imagination of the mage Arlette.
Today is the thirteenth day since he left the Mage Tower. With the help of a kind coachman, he returned to his hometown with his luggage. From now on, he is no longer a mage. It is difficult for him to learn new spells, and all the unknown knowledge in the world has become irrelevant to him. It doesn't matter, maybe he can only be a juggler in the country at best, showing off a few tricks at festivals that he can't even see himself, and the little money he earns can feed his stomach. Maybe he even has the opportunity to learn Braille. No.
Once upon a time, Alette was the most promising apprentice in the mage tower, and now he is nothing. He had just attempted suicide last night. He cut his wrist with a razor. It was so painful that he couldn't take it any longer. He dropped the razor, covered the wound with his handkerchief, and curled up against the wall, crying until he was so tired that he lost consciousness.
He wished he would bleed to death like this, but unfortunately, he didn't. He woke up today, the wound was still damp, but no longer bleeding. He sat in a daze all day, doing nothing, not eating a bite of food, and at dusk—he heard people in the fields outside calling each other home, he knew it was dusk—he decided to try again seek death.
He fumbled around, found the razor, and sat back on the bed. Just as he aimed at his left wrist and cut it off again, a thick, powerful hand appeared out of nowhere and grabbed his right arm.
The razor slashed his thumb slightly when it fell, and in shock, the pain was nothing.
He felt the breath of purgatory... He hadn't forgotten what he had learned at the Mage's Tower. the devil? Why is the devil here
Arlette was too frightened to move. Instead of hurting him, the devil gently bandaged his bleeding left wrist.
He felt that this devil had four hands, two on the shoulders, two on the ribs, and there seemed to be no scales on the arms. Judging from the footsteps, the feet should be humanoid... This is probably a burning spirit demon, They have ancient bloodlines and powerful strength. They are not the largest in physique among many demons, but they are quick in action, quick in mind, and they are all good at manipulating elements. They are born excellent warlocks.
In the literature that Arlette has read, the two upper hands of the burning spirit demon are extremely powerful. They can flexibly hold heavy weapons and shred the enemy with their bare hands. If the burning spirit demon in front of him is willing, he can break Alette at any time. arm.
Strangely, the devil let go of his arms and instead held his face with his upper hands... The devil's movements were so careful and gentle, it was like he was dealing with a fragile treasure.
"Are you a... devil?" So Arlette asked tentatively. He used the common language of purgatory, and among many apprentices, his language talent has always been the best.
The devil did not answer directly, or he may have tacitly agreed. Next, the devil called out his name directly: "Alette. Arlette Hope, I'm here... I'm here for you."
"You know me? Who are you...?"
The devil still didn't answer. Just as he was about to ask again, Arlette felt pulled into a warm and strong embrace.
His whole person froze, countless questions swirling in his heart, and he didn't know where to start. The brutal and warlike devil of the literature suddenly appeared before him, prevented him from committing suicide, healed his wounds, called his name... and now holds him tightly in his arms with four hands.
Perhaps because he was afraid that he would be too tight to strangle the human beings, the devil relaxed his arms a little, but still protected Arlette in front of his chest. Arlette couldn't see anything, only felt the devil's palm slowly stroking his hair, and the devil's cheek was just above his forehead.
The hairline was a little wet, drop by drop, the warm liquid slid down Arlette's forehead and slid across the corner of his eyes.
Arlette moved uncomfortably, unbelievably, this devil who appeared out of nowhere saved him, hugged him, and now is crying silently.
"Alette," the devil couldn't help kissing the top of the human head, "don't be afraid, I won't hurt you... You don't hurt yourself, okay?"
"I… "
Without waiting for Arlette to answer, the devil let go of his hand on one side and changed his posture, allowing Arlette to naturally turn to his side. Then, the kiss on the top of his head fell on Arlette's eyebrows, then the bridge of his nose, and finally slipped to the side. on the lips.
The flaming demon's lips are the same as that of humans, but the forceful aura and body heat on his body make Arlette dread. Even so, Arlette did not resist, on the one hand because he was still very dazed, on the other hand... Anyway, he is not afraid of death, how can the current situation be so bad
The Demon King completed the kiss earnestly, as if it were the most solemn moment of his reign. After the kiss, he looked and still kept his eyes open