In the quiet evening, the twilight gradually fades away.
Beautiful singing echoed in the cage of the Tower of Judgment.
"Oh~ hit a horse, hit a horse, hit a horse~"
Someone was lying on the bed, singing to the bare wall: "Two and one horses, three and one horses, four and one horses... Eleven horses, they can't compete with each other, beat~one horse~"
The entire prison was immersed in this joyous song. The prisoners seemed to realize the beauty and hope in the world, and confessed their crimes. They couldn't help but shed two lines of tears, grab the ground with their heads, and groan in pain.
"Char, I will definitely kill you tomorrow!"
"Shut up! Stop singing!"
"Guard! Where is the guard? I've got it! I've got it! Don't let him sing any more!"
“…”
Until the end, Constantine couldn't listen anymore and coughed twice awkwardly, interrupting his singing. If he doesn't stand up, this bastard will be beaten to death tomorrow.
"You seem very happy, Ciel... Ahem, um, is there anything good?"
"Today is Sunday, Mr. Constantine, have you forgotten?"
Charles' eyebrows were beaming, "We are having barbecue tonight!!"
"Um?"
Constantine was still confused: "That's it?"
Charles was stunned, "Wouldn't it be nice to have barbecue?"
“…”
Constantine shook his head helplessly, "Don't sing anymore. I haven't digested well these past two days, so I'll leave it to you to sort it out."
"Really? This is so embarrassing!"
Charles was overjoyed: "You are old and need to pay more attention to your health. Why don't I go to the guard and ask for a fried chicken drumstick to replenish your health?"
“…”
Constantine couldn't help but want to roll his eyes, but in the end, he shook his head and said nothing.
Looking at his appearance, Charles couldn't help but sigh: "Mr. Constantine, I know you are a big shot and you don't like this barbecue meal, but now we have been imprisoned in the Tower of Judgment. For the rest of our lives, we will either Either you live a life with food and accommodation here, or you are dragged to the hanging ground and never live again... Life is so hard, so don't treat yourself so badly. Barbecue is so good, why don't you like it?"
Constantine shook his head: "Char, you are satisfied with a meal of meat. It is because there is no sun in your heart."
"sun?"
Ciel smiled, "The sun has already set."
"It's still there, you just can't see it."
Constantine raised his head and stared at the iron window behind Charles and the dark night sky outside the iron window:
"As long as you stand high enough, even in the long night and close your eyes, you can still hear the deafening sound. It is the loud noise of the sun's movement that echoes in the vacuum and decays in the atmosphere. It sets off With the ether tide, endless light and heat pour down, driving the movement of this world... It is there, waiting for you to find it. When you have the real sun in your heart, you will not suffer from dust, because Be happy with the bubbles before your eyes.—You will see further.”
Silence, long silence.
Ciel stared at him blankly. After a long time, he seemed to realize that he needed to give a response, and then nodded as if he was waking up from a dream: "Oh."
Constantine was silent for a long time, couldn't help laughing at himself, and waved his hand.
"I said something difficult to understand, so don't take it to heart. It's dinner time, let's go have barbecue. After telling you so much, I want to eat more."
"Okay, okay!"
At the sound of the dinner bell, Charles stood up and waited eagerly for the cell door to open.
But after a long time, no one came.
There was silence.
There was the sound of raindrops.
Sticky semen dripped from the ceiling that was in disrepair. Charles felt the moisture on his neck. He raised his head in surprise, stretched out his hand, and a drop of blood-red liquid fell into his hand.
A piercing scream came.
"here we go again… "
Ciel murmured softly, but his vision went dark, as if all his strength had been drained away. He held his hand on the railing and almost fell to the ground, bending over and feeling sick.
"Fuck... here we go again..."
He murmured softly, listening to the sound of the bloody rain falling on him bit by bit. When he turned around, the entire room had been dyed blood red.
The corpses nestled in the red blood looked at him and grinned.
Some people were hanging on the beams, their legs kicking merrily, and some were lying on their backs, with a slit on their wrists, and blood flowing out of them like a gurgling stream.
The cell door opened at some point, and at the door, the rotten skeleton looked down at him, appearing to be Constantine.
"Char, it's time to eat."
He stretched out his hand, trying to pull him up. But that hand weathered in the air and turned into ashes. The bones collapsed to the ground, torn apart, and nothing remained.
There were scattered corpses everywhere in the corridor. They seemed to have died in a drastic change, and those souls seemed to be still frozen in the air, so there were tragic screams echoing continuously, one after another.
Chaotic scenes appear and disappear constantly.
Sometimes there are heavily guarded guards patrolling, sometimes there are countless angry prisoners rioting, and other times the prisoners are strangled to death in the cage, looking hideous.
More often than not, this place is empty and silent, like the country of the dead.
There were vague and erratic shadows walking through the corridor, including men and women, old and young. They were unaware of each other, but were harmoniously included in this trance-like illusion.
"Fake...it's all fake..."
Those remaining shadows from the past seemed to be aware of his embarrassment, and mocking voices sounded.
Ciel held his head and tried to cover his ears. But when he raised his head, he saw a pair of eyes in the chaotic and cruel scene.
It was as if he was covered at the bottom of those cruel scenes and buried in the deepest part of his memory. In those forgotten corners, someone was staring at him quietly.
Her face was distant and blurry, but her long red hair seemed to be right in front of her.
The color is like the embers after burning.
It's so beautiful that it feels like it's been cursed.
"Mother… "
Charles was stunned and stared at the figure blankly: "Why...are you...here?"
The figure stared at him for a long time, then turned and left.
"do not go!"
Charles staggered up and chased after her, running between the layers of corpses, trying to stop her: "Don't go..."
In a daze, it seemed that for a moment, he touched the tip of her hair.
But the next moment, the figure disappeared.
Everything collapsed and disappeared, falling into the abyss.
Darkness swallowed everything.
…
I don’t know how long it took.
Ciel screamed and stood up straight, staring at the blazing sunlight on his face in astonishment.
The dazzling midday sun shines into the cage and falls on the face, dispelling the illusion.
It's like nothing happened.
Ciel stared around blankly, in a daze, nothing had changed, as if he fell asleep at some point.
"you're awake?"
The roommate noticed his screams and looked over: "You really fell asleep as soon as you said you were going to sleep. You couldn't wake up no matter how you screamed. If the doctor hadn't said you were sleeping, I would have thought you had died suddenly."
Ciel smiled awkwardly, not knowing how to reply.
In silence, he lowered his head and looked at his clenched right hand. Between the spread fingers, there is a vague long hair.
The long hair was dark red, like the embers of a fire.
…
Soon, he was awakened by a roar.
The earth trembled, the clouds in the sky shattered, and invisible winds swept in from afar and roared past.
Charles turned around in shock and looked outside the bars.
Amidst the sharp and noisy noise, a crimson beam of light rushed into the sky, dyeing most of the sky blood red, like countless blood boiling.
"No? Come again?"
He murmured softly, but soon he realized that it was not an illusion. He saw others looking equally panicked and the alarm sounding in the prison.
"What exactly is that?"
He stared at the red beam of light in confusion.
On the opposite side, Constantine raised his head and glanced, his expression changed to mocking:
"Probably... it's the new wake-up call in the Holy City."