The sound of walls collapsing came from afar.
In the darkness, the dome trembled, the dim candlelight swayed with the vague movement, and the dust fell, falling on the face, causing a faint sting.
In the closed shelter, the terrified crowd let out a suppressed scream.
A sharp neighing sound sounded faintly, and through the thick soil, I could feel them getting closer and closer, lingering on the ruins of the town.
They are coming.
In the silence, even the sound of breathing became harsh and frightening. The people taking refuge held their breath, and only the sound of collapse overhead came one after another.
The entire town was shrouded in this sudden disaster.
"God..."
In the suffocation, the priest prayed desperately.
The survivors huddled in the darkness and closed their eyes.
…
This is the border of the human world, a place of dim light.
Tonight is destined to be the darkest time in the town, as death, disaster and chaos come here.
Monsters and beasts came without warning. The traps outside the town could not stop them. The high walls and guards were as fragile as tissue paper.
The alarm bell was rung, which was a blessing among misfortunes. The alarm bell rang seventeen times, waking up the sleeping townspeople. They opened their eyes and saw the burning town and the monsters on the streets.
In the end, only a few dozen people had the chance to hide in the sanctuary of the church. Other than that, the rest... could only become food for the demons.
"They are all finished..."
Someone murmured in a low voice.
The survivors sat on the ground exhausted, looking at the fear in each other's eyes and suppressing their breathing.
Through the thick iron gate, there was a sound approaching.
That was the sound of demons raging in the town, following the smell of blood to hunt their prey. The roars of beasts and the screams of humans came one after another.
"Mom, I'm scared."
In the darkness, a child's suppressed cry could be heard. His mother immediately covered his mouth, and tears fell on his cheek:
"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid...the monsters are gone, don't be afraid."
Are they really all gone
Everyone's eyes were filled with deep fear, because the voice was still lingering above their heads. Separated by the thick soil and layers of stone slabs, the group of monsters still lingered on the earth.
They are full of blood, but are still not satisfied. There is still a residual breath lingering in this ruins, making them greedily patrol the existence of any living person, even if they "dig three feet into the ground."
boom!
The towering bell tower suddenly collapsed and hit the ground, causing a roar and flying dust.
Deep underground, the crowd in the shelter once again set off a suppressed scream. The crowd shook for a while, and someone was pushed to the ground, groaning, curling up in pain, unable to stand up.
"Are you okay?"
The panicked man was at a loss. The woman was stunned for a moment and forced out a pale smile. That smile had some kind of magic that fascinated the man.
"What are you looking at? Bitch!"
The bloated woman snorted coldly, grabbed her man, and when she looked at her, she showed an expression of disgust, full of disgust.
It was like looking at a ball of something dirty.
The woman on the ground was stunned, as if she realized that she was not welcome. She huddled in the corner and lowered her head deeply.
The fiery red hair hangs down from her shoulders, like a dim flame, reflecting the candlelight, revealing a strange beauty.
The men couldn't help but look over. Even in such a dangerous time, they couldn't help but look lustfully and greedily.
"She shouldn't have been allowed in."
The bloated woman looked at her pitiful appearance coldly, with an expression full of jealousy: This bitch is still showing off...
The red-haired woman heard her words and huddled carefully in the corner. She tried her best to put on a flattering smile on her pale face and made a vague sound from her mouth.
"Woo ah... ow ah..."
She is mute.
The bloated woman was stunned for a moment, but when she saw her bulging belly, her expression became even more disgusting, and she cursed coldly:
"B-bitch."
The red-haired woman was stunned for a moment, her pale expression darkened, and she suppressed her painful breathing.
"Don't be afraid, kid."
The priest wrapped his rosary beads around her hand and said with compassion: "God will protect you."
Her body trembled, she lowered her head, and grabbed the rosary tightly, as if God would really protect her.
…
This woman came here last winter.
Not through caravans and post roads, she came from the direction of the dark world.
At noon that day, the hunter saw her from the swamp. She was wearing tattered white clothes and walking barefoot in the mud, dying.
Everyone felt that red hair was like the embers of a fire, and beauty was like a gift from the devil.
"She must be cursed." Everyone who saw her couldn't help but think so.
No one knows how she came out of that unknown darkness. She is mute, unable to speak or write, and no one here can write.
It can be seen that she wandered for a long time, and finally, she stayed here.
This town accepted her "selflessly" - as long as she was willing to sell her body, she could get a precious food ration.
Isn't this normal? She has no money and no ability to make a living. If she wants to survive, she has to give something.
She would still resist at first, but then she wouldn't.
Maybe he accepted his fate.
"She volunteered," everyone said.
Later, her belly got bigger day by day. No one knew whose child she was carrying. All the men here once coveted her beauty, fell in love with this prostitute, and forgot about their vulgar and bloated wives at home...
She is so beautiful.
The young priest quietly looked at her profile, his throat couldn't help but swallow, and his eyes bound by the commandments couldn't help but be eager and eager to try.
"Don't be afraid, God will bless you..."
He reached out his hand and wanted to touch her cheek.
The roar frightened him away.
…
A big earthquake broke out, another wall was knocked down, and there was a roar. The darkness echoed with the roars and faint screams of wild beasts.
In the shelter, people's faces were pale.
These are all hallucinations, right? No sound can be transmitted through the thick iron gate. But the voice just sounded, and because of fear, it echoed in everyone's hearts.
It took their breath away.
Does the demon's voice seem to be approaching? Are they attracted by something? Are they attracted by the smell of fear behind the iron gate
Or whimpering in pain
Because of that whine
Everyone was stunned. They looked behind them and saw the woman curled up on the ground, whimpering in pain.
Her face was pale and she covered her mouth to suppress the pain, but she couldn't suppress her moans.
The scarlet color spread from her lower body, staining the shabby dress red... It was blood.
"She's giving birth?"
It finally dawned on them.
Damn it, her water ruptured when she fell and now the baby is going to be born! It just so happened that at this moment, that damn child was about to be born!
The tearing pain filled her body, and she trembled, trying so hard to suppress the urge to scream.
Tears flowed from his pale face.
The screams of the demons gradually increased.
"It's her voice..."
Someone murmured in fear.
"Shut up." The bloated woman's face suddenly changed: "Stop screaming, do you want to kill us?!"
"Stop barking!"
"Are we going to let her have a baby here?"
"Strangle her to death..."
Someone whispered, "We can't let this bitch kill us all."
In an instant, all sounds disappeared.
People were stunned.
In the long silence, the crowd just stared at her, but the fear in their eyes was ignited and turned into a beast-like light.
I can only do this... right
Someone subconsciously took a step forward.
The red-haired woman was stunned. She saw the crowd gathering around her, and her expression became fierce and vicious, as if she was about to do something.
"sorry."
The woman holding the child looked at her with hollow eyes and pretended to be cruel: "My child is only two years old... I'm sorry, he can't die yet."
"Uh-huh, uh-huh..."
She finally understood what was going to happen. She screamed, shook her head vigorously, and moved back bit by bit until the heavy gate behind her stopped her.
There is no escape.
Those indifferent eyes fell on her body, with ferocious eyes, and whispered softly:
"She shouldn't have been allowed in!"
"It's all your fault that you had to give birth to that child."
"Don't blame us, if that damn bastard wasn't born..."
The red-haired woman shed tears, grabbed a man's trousers, knelt down and prayed, "Oh... oh..."
"Don't, don't touch me."
The man staggered back as if he had seen a ghost, with a ferocious look in his fearful eyes: "Bitch, do you want to kill me?!"
She was kicked down, and the rosary in her hand broke, rolled over, and fell at the priest's feet.
The priest looked at her fiery red hair, his eyes moved once, then again.
He felt that he should do something to redeem this poor woman and represent God. But under those fierce gazes, he couldn't move. He could no longer find the weak praying lambs; the lambs were mad and more terrible than wild beasts.
"Wait, wait a minute!"
He struggled to make a sound, and then he was frightened by the look in his eyes, which was like a nightmare.
"She's going to kill us all."
The woman holding the child looked at him coldly, her voice hoarse: "Can't you hear it? Those monsters are about to be attracted by her!"
"There are other ways, I still have a way..."
He blocked them, looking pale and hesitant. He looked back at the desperate woman on the ground, his expression twitching:
"Don't be afraid, God will protect you."
He hesitated and took the holy symbol from around his neck. The Holy Emblem lit up with light, illuminating his pale face and dark eyes.
"Just abort the child. Abort it and you will be pure..."
The priest murmured to himself, looking at her, fascinated by the red hair.
She froze and backed away with difficulty, fearful of his approach.
"Don't be afraid, I will help you."
The priest squeezed out kindness from his twitching expression, and placed the Holy Emblem in front of her: "Come, kiss it, and God will redeem you. You will never be in pain again, and God will protect you."
She shook her head vigorously and dodged the holy symbol. The light of the holy symbol illuminated her tears and fear.
"What are you doing? I'm saving you..."
The kind expression of the priest stiffened, gradually collapsed, and became gloomy and terrifying. He suddenly grabbed the woman's chin and forced the Holy Emblem to her lips.
"Kiss it!"
Snapped!
The Holy Emblem fell from his hand and rolled to the ground, the light extinguished as it rolled.
In the darkness, the priest froze. He stared blankly at the woman in front of him, looked at her hands, and felt the burning pain on his cheeks.
Did she hit herself
How dare she...
"There are so many men here, but I am the only one who has never slept with you! Only me! I am the only one who is really good to you! But why don't you want to look at me... you, you bitch!"
The priest grabbed her neck frantically, his expression distorted: "I obviously want to save you! You asked for this... You asked for it!"
The woman choked, moaning vaguely in her throat, and gradually stopped moving.
Her eyes became hollow, reflecting the priest's twisted expression.
Maybe he accepted his fate, maybe...
"died?"
The priest staggered back and looked at his hands: She was dead... she was strangled to death by him.
He turned around and saw the dull crowd, their eyes and pale faces.
"You killed her, why are you looking at me?! I, I didn't want to..." He murmured incoherently: "I'm just doing it for her good, I just want to save everyone!"
He told others and told himself this, and he knelt down on the ground weakly, not daring to look at the woman lying in the corner and her dull red hair.
There was only silence in the silence.
The voice of the monster disappeared, and the footsteps gradually faded away.
People looked at each other with surprise.
"Are they gone?"
"We are saved." The woman holding the child made a surprised voice: "We are saved."
"We're alive, oh my god, we're alive..."
"Long live! The monster has finally left!"
The crowd cheered and danced, celebrating the end of the long night.
They forgot about the red-haired woman on the ground behind them and the blood flowing under her body. The smell of blood was strong.
They also didn't see the iron door behind them. The heavy steel slowly melted like a candle.
After the melting crack, there was darkness and red eyes.
The demons who left and returned licked their lips, smelled the breath of living creatures, and then opened their mouths happily, as if they were laughing.
Celebrate with them.
In the crowd, the child in his mother's arms turned around, saw the ferocious monsters, and froze, screaming and crying in fear.
The dim candle flame went out silently.
In the darkness, there were screams of despair and fear, as well as hearty chewing.
There was a vague sound of the Holy Emblem falling to the ground, and a cry came from the torn throat:
"God..."
It's pitch black here.
…
…
In the darkness, the sounds of screams and whines gradually disappeared. The gluttonous feast is coming to an end.
But suddenly there was a shrill roar coming from the darkness outside the shelter.
Loud noises, roars, earthquakes, flashes, and burning fire swept across, turning the earth into scorched earth. The ground cracked with tragic marks, and the roof of the shelter was shaking.
It was like there was a huge giant walking in the kingdom of the world. The thunder was furious and brought destruction.
The destruction was huge, setting off waves of air, igniting fire, and scattering thunder, lightning, and frost.
The loud noise gradually approached the shelter, and the burly figure tore open the iron gate and walked into the darkness.
He was naked, wearing a huge horse-head mask on his head, and layers of fine musical notes lit up on his huge body.
Blood energy gathered around him, transformed into a face, and sang crazily. In his hands, there were two burning bone saws, and the sticky demon blood was evaporated, making a hissing sound.
The demons screamed and roared wildly.
It was like seeing a real monster.
Amidst the hoarse and roaring songs, the huge monster wielded a bone saw and started a fight in the sanctuary.
Wherever it passed, the demons were broken into two pieces, shattered, shriveled, and completely dead.
Until finally, silence returns.
The bone saw's flame went out.
The burly monster took off his mask, revealing a tired face: "Sir, we are late."
Behind him, the thin middle-aged musician looked around. A ball of fire lit up the arm of the steel prosthetic arm, illuminating the thick darkness.
The firelight illuminated his prematurely gray hair and dim eyes.
"Look again."
He murmured softly: "Look again, there must be someone else..."
The sound of a crying baby interrupted him.
He was stunned and looked into the corner in astonishment.
In the pool of blood, the baby cried with difficulty, his voice was weak, and the cold almost turned his skin blue.
The umbilical cord was still wrapped around his body, and he was held in the arms of his dying mother, lying with red hair like embers of fire.
This is the cursed child, who was born from the fight between demons, life, death and sin.
"Still alive?"
The one-armed musician was overjoyed: "There are still people alive! Where is the doctor?! Where is the doctor? Hold on, madam, there will be a doctor soon..."
His voice stopped suddenly because of the woman's sad and relieved eyes.
She lowered her head and kissed the baby's cheek. The fear and despair in her eyes disappeared, as if she had obtained the most precious treasure in the world.
The baby opened his eyes, stared at her blankly, raised his hand and stroked her cheek.
She smiled and hummed a nursery rhyme softly, full of relief and reluctance.
Cold blood flowed from under her skirt.
Heavy bleeding.
The group of crazy refugees didn't kill her, and the raging demons didn't destroy her, but now, she was about to die.
It's great that misfortune and darkness are gone. The long life of pain and suffering is about to end, and there is no more redemption and pain waiting for her...
She used all her strength to pick up the child and handed him over to the dull musician, her eyes solemn and pleading.
The cold steel arms awkwardly picked up the child, and the middle-aged musician took him carefully, stiffly and gently, as if he was holding the weight of the entire world.
Seeing the musician's clumsy look, she couldn't help but laugh. His expression was full of relief and peace of mind.
She finally stretched out her hand, brushed her fingertips from the baby's cheek, and slowly made the last sign language, word by word.
She said, "Please tell him I'm happy."
The musician was stunned for a moment and nodded slowly.
So, she closed her eyes.
She is dead.
In the silence, only the baby touched her drooping cheek. He could no longer feel the warmth, so he cried loudly, as if he had realized what he had lost.
After a long time, the musician picked up the baby and stood up to leave the huge tomb.
After taking two steps, he couldn't help but look back to see the dead woman.
She was huddled in the corner, her red hair as beautiful as the embers of a flame. All pain was far away from her, so lonely and so peaceful.
The iron gate fell slowly, and the darkness swallowed her happy smile.
All is silent.