It's a mess.
Everything was broken and turned into debris. The wood chips of the desk were scattered on the ground in large chunks. Books were dumped on the ground, and the large pages were crumpled by being trampled. Sharp pieces of ceramics were soaked in water stains and mixed with the white and swollen tea leaves.
The carpet was torn apart by the wild beasts, and the threads were tangled like messy hair, crawling on the ground, and then turned up to reveal the pale inner lining.
The blood formed a small puddle on the undulations of the carpeted corpse, seeping slowly and irresistibly into the fur.
Magnus twitched slightly uncontrollably. He didn't dare to breathe, but uncontrollable sobs still leaked out from his nose and dripped onto his knees along with the blood. He trembled slightly and lowered his head. He saw his knees that were blue and white to black, and cold and bloodless.
He was wrong, he was wrong... Father, forgive him, he was deceived, he didn't know, he didn't know... Forgive him... He just wanted to save his offspring... Forgive him...
Magnus was trying to shrink himself, covering his mouth tightly without making any sound. He wanted to vomit, the fishy and sweet taste of sticky internal organs lingered in his mouth, but he didn't dare to move at all, not even to make a swallowing sound. The warm and gradually cold liquid accumulated in his mouth, and was then squeezed and slowly slid down his esophagus.
The uncontrollable sobbing made him feel the pain of choking his trachea at any time. His broken nails dug into his face, the sharp nails pierced into the skin, and blood oozed out.
His slightly trembling mess of hair obscured his vision. This was Magnus's last futile disguise. He didn't dare to move his eyes upwards. He didn't dare - he didn't dare -
The most brutal beast was staring at him without blinking.
The only intact piece of furniture in the room was a human-sized chair. It was intact, without a single crack, and without a speck of dust on its legs, and it stood out from the chaos.
He sat there.
Directly opposite the kneeling Magnus, he sat like a statue, bent like a drawn bow, his elbows resting on his knees, his hands crossed to shield his lower face.
He tilted his head subtly, his black hair cascading, covering one eye, revealing only one, unblinking, inorganic, emotionless, inhuman eye.
He tilted his head, staring at Magnus's face, which was lowered deeply and tried to hide.
Magnus let out a quiet sob.
No, no, no, no, how he wished he could disappear immediately, no longer have to endure all this, no longer be stared at, away from all this pain.
The monster didn't move, blood mixed with tears flowed over and stained his boots.
"traitor,"
He said,
"Failure,"
A golden light shone from the bottom of his eyes.
Magnus suddenly convulsed violently, his hands that were tightly covering his mouth twitched and loosened, and he vomited blood and internal organs uncontrollably, but this was far from the real source of the extreme hell.
His soul burned.
The vast sky was broken by golden light, and the dazzling and scorching thing descended. The flames swept in and rushed over. All things swayed and screamed, with nowhere to escape.
The flames burned fiercely, and the entire room was consumed by the golden flames. Magnus struggled to rise and fall in the sea of flames, and the flames licked his bones and brains.
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No—no!
He is wrong!!! He is wrong!!! Forgive him! Forgive him!!!
Let him go!!!
Tyrant! Forgive him! ! ! !
Magnus roared, tears of blood splashing from his eyes, he choked and frantically grabbed his messy hair with his hands, he looked at him furiously -
Magnus suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood, and the first mouthful of blood splashed on the smoothly ironed carpet, blooming into a flower.
Magnus looked up in disbelief, trembling.
He saw that everything here was intact. The room was magnificent and intact. The tea in the cups gave off warm and moist steam, and the books were safely placed in their original places.
He was sitting on the only broken golden throne, staring at him without blinking.
+My son,+
He said,
Magnus' eyes ached so badly that they burned in their sockets, and he gasped loudly, roaring out broken syllables, scratching his eye sockets with his hands.
Magnus half-straightened up and looked across from him, saliva mixed with saliva dripping from his mouth, and he stared at him in horror and despair.
He trembled, opened his mouth slightly, and whimpered like a wounded little animal.
[Father?]
He said hoarsely, and then Magnus held his head in pain, his nails scratched his scalp, tearing off flesh, and his sharp screams tore his vocal cords.
[Father? ! Father!!! Don’t-don’t!!! Don’t!!!]
[don't want!!!!]
[I didn’t mean to do that? ! ! I’m sorry, sorry, sorry, forgive me, forgive me, I didn’t want to—]
Magnus's voice suddenly stopped, and he laughed a heart-wrenching, sharp laugh. His single eye twitched, and tears and blood flowed wildly.
Magnus took a choking breath and touched the smooth skin of his face where the other eye should be.
Magnus's head dropped sharply, and he stared at his hands—
Then he inserted his finger directly into his last eye. Scarlet darkness immediately enveloped him. The wet liquid soaked his fingertips. The muscles in his fingers exerted force. Magnus curled up and collapsed to the ground, struggling like a dehydrated fish.
His hand twitched, the soft, moist flesh caressing him, but gradually it grew cold and hard.
Just as he hoped.
Magnus pressed himself against the carpet, the burrs of the carpet pricking him as he used his last bit of strength to try to push the shattered eyeball forward.
The round crystal lay in the palm of the hand, looking straight at the judge, the executioner, the victim, the father, the tyrant, and the emperor.
[Dedicated to you, dedicated to you...]
Magnus whimpered, blood gushing from his mouth.
[Forgive me, Father... Forgive me...]
"No."
The Emperor rose and left.
"Magnus, I will never trust you."
The sound of military boots hitting the ground sounded, as if passing by a bunch of uncared garbage. Magnus collapsed in a pool of blood, his empty eyes staring at the reality that he would never see again.
With great despair staring at him, Magnus fainted.
“Crunch—”
After nine days and nine nights, the door finally opened. Hades was shocked. He opened his eyes and saw the emperor walking out calmly with not even a wrinkle on his clothes.
A faint smell of blood wafted out from the crack in the door, emitting the dull odor of shattered tissue.
Hades opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but he decided to look at Malcador. He saw that Malcador remained calm, just following the Emperor quietly.
Hades turned around and looked around the room again, and finally he chose to follow.
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