Crowley did not continue to wait for the cherubim's friction. The black wings pushed the airflow that did not belong to this world, dragging her body towards the center of the tomb.
If Zach and Seth, two people who will be seen by the world, need to join this fight, then the question of whether they will be seen must be considered. It is very appropriate at this time when everyone is having dinner. If it is too late, God knows if there will be some strange people who will make "walking to the cemetery to eat" a habit and inexplicably wander into scenes that they should not enter.
According to Zach's bad habit of caring so much about his citizen status and the demon hunter's true hatred of demons, Crowley decided not to cause trouble for herself.
"If you like the task of sending them back to hell so much, I can help you." The fallen angel stood in front of the rolling flames, his black wings fanning, and at the edge of the floating and trembling feathers, bright sparks poured into the flames.
As if oil was sprinkled into the fire, the bursting flames suddenly expanded, rolling and spreading in all directions! The innocent loyal dogs exuding ink-colored mist were whimpering and swallowed by the flames!
Don't think that this whimper is a miserable howl. It may have been before, but now, this flame was given by their master. These low-IQ dog slaves are whimpering to express their great honor and pleasure. It's a pity that they can't get more 'gifts' from their masters. After the flames, these hellhounds turned into thick black mist and sank under the earth.
Under the bright moon, the flames have dissipated, and the last sobs of the loyal dogs have disappeared without a trace. A man with a gray beard covering his face stood in the open space.
His eyes were cloudy, his body was covered with tattered single clothes, and he didn't even have shoes. My bare feet stick to the ground. Black stains covered the insteps of his feet. This is the lawful cherubim of the holy bishops.
Want to know why? Because of people, because people have their own inherent biases. The role of angels is infinitely expanded.
This situation is similar to that of philanthropists in the city, who have both fame and power and the respect of money. However, the police who really maintain order complain that their wages are too low. They are busy and walking in danger every day, but they rarely feel appreciated by others. Feel it.
"You look really bad." Crowley looked at the person in front of her with no expression on her face.
"You don't belong here, prisoner, I will send you back." There was no expression on Cherubim's stained face. He stretched out his hands, the tips of his broad and thick palms, and his nails were covered with black dirt every minute. Little sparks began to gather in his palms.
"Are you serious?" The corners of Crowley's mouth twitched slightly, and the smile turned into sarcasm before it spread out, "You don't even have a small reminiscence? At least, you are worthy of my respect by knowing your name. I'm Crowley, if you care."
"I don't care, you don't deserve me to tell you your name, you are just a prisoner who shouldn't be there." The Cherubim's body was not strong, it could be said to be skinny. But his broad frame and thick hands gave people the illusion that they belonged to a strong man.
If you look closely, you will find that the thick palms are covered with thick calluses. In the distant past, people fought with swords. Having a pair of calloused hands is people's fantasy of a warrior, and it is a comfort that can bring people a sense of security.
The glory of the past. Who doesn’t want to keep. It's just that the cherubim seem to be the only ones able to retain this now.
"Isn't it worth it?" Crowley's sarcasm changed again and became. Well, sad.
Vampire Zach had already curled up his mouth. At this time, like any theatergoer, Zach began to crave his 'popcorn', and the square wine bottle was tilted up.
"We fought together and relied on each other." Crowley's eyes fell on the turbid eyes of the cherubim, "Then we fought with each other like real enemies. You won, and the foundation of your current world was laid. Lose Am I not worthy of your respect?” (The history of Cherubim is explained in Chapter 17. Cherubim were the ones who sent the fallen angels into hell during the Angel War and became demons.)
I don’t know which sentence touched Cherub, and the sparks in his palm froze, "You are not worthy not because you lost, but because you are guilty."
"What crime?!" Crowley actually took the initiative to take a step forward. She was obviously irritated. The golden wristband tightly tied to her wrist was pushed by the raised hand, making a soft sound of metal clashing. "It's passed. So long! Look at yourself! Who is the sinner! Who pushed those incompetent humans to the top of the world! Who made you what you are now!"
The cherubim's bare shoulders twitched, and the sparks in his palms continued to gather. If Cherubim is willing to think about these issues, then he should establish his own religion like Papa Midnight, instead of becoming a law-abiding person of the Holy Lord!
Do you still remember what Zach said to educate Zach in front of Crowley? Regarding the hierarchy of aliens, vampires unequivocally placed soul aliens at the bottom. It wasn't like this once. There was a time when everything was equal, a time when vampires didn't even exist.
"Why are you forcing this friend?" Zach couldn't help but join in. The best scenes require interaction. What's more, he hasn't had enough of watching it now, and the show seems to be over. "Crowley, don't you admit it now, you should be willing to stay here." Zach moved his hands under his body, and his face With a chuckle.
"I'm not your friend!" Cherub suddenly glared at Zach. Different from his calmness when facing Crowley, he seemed to have a natural aversion to vampires. "You, don't come near here, this has nothing to do with you."
Zach raised his eyebrows, but was not offended. He stopped walking forward and raised his hands to signal, "Don't be like this. After all, we all have the same belief system. We should show due respect for our respective positions." Zach's eyes narrowed. If there was an angel present, this scene would be even better!
"Don't confuse us! Vampire!" Cherubim glared at Zach, "You don't deserve it!"
"Oh, really?" Zach smiled and looked at the cherubim, "You should be able to see that I still have my soul, even though it is in tatters. What you say will make me The ancestors who have completely lost their souls are sad.”
"Sin flows in your blood!" The cherubim glared at the vampire, "You will live in punishment forever! Get out of here! Vampire! Your punishment has been judged, you are a prisoner of eternal life, you are not my responsibility !Don’t appear in front of me again!”
Everyone should remember how much the Holy Bishop is a religion that pays attention to the soul, so the most severe punishment they can think of is to deprive the soul. So, today, after countless eras, we have our vampire—Zachary Grande.
If the cherubim still have the slightest respect for the fallen angels in a calm face, you can see that they have complete contempt for the vampires. (..)