Kou Dong's mind was in a trance. As if he was stepping on a cloud, he followed the sound uncontrollably and walked forward.
The seat of God is wide.
The boundless clouds rolled over, and the Heavenly Father, sitting on the throne of God, called His dear child, "Come to my side."
His voice was neither high nor low, but it was clearly heard by every angel from top to bottom. So they lowered their heads even more, not daring to see the supreme creator god doting on his most precious creation. The seraphim's feathers are brilliant, hanging from the top of his head to the calves wrapped in white robes, and they shake slightly as he walks; they touch the delicate skin of this unique angel, which It almost makes the angels in the underground feel envious.
What they envy is not the seraphim who can sit on the throne of God, but the feathers that can touch the angel's calf. The scene that emanates from it makes all the angels regard it as a treasure.
No one detests this most special of angels. He rarely appears, and more often he lives alone in the third day; he has no one to serve him, but the breeze, the stars and the evening clouds serve him. Heavenly Father does not like others to be near him, so he is always alone, never gossips with anyone—he is lonely and cold, like a morning star in the sky at dawn.
He is not even known to the world. The creatures of the earth have never heard of his fame, and the Heavenly Father does not allow the angel to reveal his presence to any ordinary soul—that would tarnish the angel's name.
With all these things, there will never be another creation as unique as Lucifer in the world. The Heavenly Father sits his beloved child on his lap and enjoys the adoration of all the angels with him; he is like the second king of heaven.
Kou Dong couldn't control his steps.
He gradually realized that it was not he who was going to the heavenly father, but the phantom of Lucifer in the past that existed on the third day. The illusion cannot be broken, so he just sat on the lap of the god and listened to him ask himself in a low voice: "Luci, my child, how do you feel today?"
Kou Dong listened to him talking about a child, and couldn't help but get a little bit of a joke, that's what he usually called Ye Yanzhi.
Sure enough, the feeling of being called father by others is different from being forced to be one's father by others...
"very good."
He heard his own voice reply, full of admiration and reverence that could not be concealed, "Very good, Father God."
Heavenly Father's voice tensed slightly. He stroked the wings of the seraphim, and said in a low voice, calmly: "I heard that someone broke into the third day?"
The angels below the steps suddenly lowered their heads and looked at each other, a little startled.
"Yes." The seraphim did not hide it from him. He knew that God is omniscient, so he was not surprised. "He is a newborn angel. sky."
"He spoke to you?"
Lucifer replied: "Yes."
Heavenly Father was silent for a long time, and after a long time, he slowly stroked his feathers again.
"Luci, my child," he said in a deep voice, "I promised you the supreme freedom—therefore, I will never interfere."
Kou Dong: "..."
Kou Dong stared at his expression, thinking that it would be a ghost if I believed what you said. Judging by your expression, it's almost like writing "I'm not happy, you can't talk to anyone but me" on both sides of your face.
If Lucifer can still believe this, then he is purely stupid - if this god doesn't want to sleep with Lucifer, Kou Dong can turn his head off and kick him as a ball! Dirty thoughts are almost overflowing from your eyes, okay? Can you believe this too
But unfortunately, the seraph, who was raised on the third day since childhood, believed it.
"Thank you Father God," he said gratefully, "Your generosity and selflessness will surely spread blessings throughout the world."
Kou Dong: "..."
This angel is probably not lame.
He didn't make a sound, just watched quietly. Suddenly, the mist surged again, and the white mist covered the heavenly father, angels, and the supreme third day in front of him. After the mist cleared, Kou Dong saw the heavenly father again.
He was still sitting on the throne, still wrapped in a snow-white robe. Shengguang hid his face, so he couldn't see his face clearly, but he could feel his gaze.
Kneeling under the long steps is an angel that looks very familiar to Kou Dong. He seemed to have just been born, his wings were not fully plump, curled up in a thin robe and trembling. His palm was covered with black sap, which was a plant that could only be produced by the extreme evil spirit in the Devil's Land. The juice corroded his flesh, his wound was slightly golden, and the streamer was shining.
Angel's blood.
Seraphim's fingers contracted suddenly, and he fixedly stared at the people on the ground.
"Luther...?"
The angel kneeling on the ground did not answer him, but only raised that face. Kou Dong saw a large piece of rotten flesh on his cheek that was also rotten from touching the juice. They broke away from the skeleton and fell down like dust.
His lips and tongue seemed to be glued together, and several attempts to open them were in vain. Tears rolled down, he let out a few intermittent wailing from his throat, and immediately fell heavily on the ground again.
"Angel Luther," Kou Dong heard the unmoved voice of the angel of justice who was in charge of pronouncing the sentence, "go to the land of the devil privately, take over the kingdom of evil, and try to murder Master Lucifer..."
The seraph was silent for a while, and then hooked the person he wanted to murder with himself.
... Luther
Luther wanted to murder himself
To him, this statement was simply absurd and unbelievable. So he retorted in public: "How could he murder me! Luther is a newborn angel, so how could he know about the land of demons?!"
The land of demons is left by the gods when they created the world, and it gathers all the filth and evil in the world. God extracted the sins from the world and filled the swamp. Since then, it has become a place of suffering and a torture chamber for angels who made mistakes and were punished, as well as mortals who have no faith.
Little is known about such a place, Luther was only born so long ago, how could he have the opportunity to hear about it from other people
"Luci," Heavenly Father asked calmly, "are you questioning me?"
His voice was full of thrilling menace. As if a storm was coming, the angels in the temple couldn't help trembling. They stared at the darling of the gods in fear, for fear that he would really say something that would offend the gods.
The wrath of the Heavenly Father is by no means something he can bear.
"..."
Seraphim couldn't answer for a while. Naturally, he didn't want to question the god who raised him, so he pursed his lips tightly and didn't answer.
His silence calmed the gaze of the heavenly father, and immediately, the god said in a low voice: "Why should I embarrass my creation."
This is not wrong, the sky and the earth are God’s creations. He split the world and created life, and Luther is actually his child.
The angel of justice came to Kou Dong, and also said: "Lord Lucifer, you really wronged the heavenly father this time. Today's young angels will learn the content of the devil's land, which has been written into the oracle. Luther It was the devil’s land I went to, and I picked the fruit there. Heavenly Father sensed that he was jealous of you, fearing that he would harm you, so he broke the fruit and brought him back.— How can you misunderstand the Father's love for you?"
These words were reasonable, but they were still absurd to the ears of Seraphim.
"I do not believe."
He said suddenly, his black eyes still staring at the people on the ground.
"I don't believe Luther is jealous of me.—I want to prove it."
So God gave him proof. A stream of golden light suddenly popped out from his fingertips, and the stream of light circled around the angel on the ground, and then burrowed into his forehead like a fish swimming. The moaning in Luther's throat became louder, as if he wanted to scream—the next second, dirty black spots appeared on his wings from the root, and those spots were like living ink spots, and in a blink of an eye, he The immature wings are fully covered.
That's a symbol of magic.
Luther was bewitched.
The seraph was stunned, unable to react for a while. He watched helplessly as the people on the ground turned into low-level monsters in an instant, with two sharp, ferocious horns growing on their foreheads, like the beaked masks worn by beaked angels.
The same protruding, sinister and repulsive decoration.
The angels on the temple had already exclaimed softly, startled by Luther's current appearance. The Heavenly Father raised his hand on the throne, and a black gap opened in the middle of the temple floor. Below was the dirty land of demons, and the swamp was bubbling; the enchanted angel fell headlong from here, and he had The wings covered with black spots still struggled to fly upwards, but the powerful divine power pressed him down, forcing him to fall heavily.
He fell from heaven.
This scene happened right in front of my eyes, which somewhat made these angels tremble in their hearts. They all only let out a short exclamation, and immediately no one dared to make any more noises, staring carefully at the seraph in the temple.
Lucifer didn't speak, but Kou Dong could hear his heart beating. The voice was fast and urgent, almost like a battle song sounded. He raised his head and looked at the faces of the angels in the temple one by one. No one dared to look at him.
He is as supreme as a god.
But the gods not only want him to be supreme, but also want him to be unique, and want him to have no one but himself.
"Lucy."
The Father called him as always, called him over, and asked him to sit on his lap as before.
"Lu Xi, my child, did the scene just now frighten you?"
His voice was low and slow, and he stroked the roots of the angel's six pairs of wings in a circular motion. This is the flesh and blood that he created with his own hands, and it stops everywhere, from head to toe, and there is nothing that does not suit his wishes. When the strength in his hands increased a little, the angel trembled slightly on his legs, impatiently trying to curl up its wings.
"Don't put it away," Heavenly Father whispered, his voice soft and slow, stroking his satin-like black hair.
"Don't let people with ulterior motives ruin your mood."
He easily defined fallen angels as people with "ulterior motives".
"Heavenly Father," Seraphim's voice trembled slightly, he said, "You have never known that you can..."
How could it be possible to understand Luther's thoughts after he had already stepped into the Devil's Land and took the fruit
He still has a question to ask the Almighty God.
Is it possible for anyone other than you to be close to me, be defined as "unpredictable"
"There's no need to panic, Lucy," said Heavenly Father, bending down and pressing his cold lips to his forehead. The strange thing is that the god's temperature does not make people feel warm, but is as cold and pale as the vampire, kissing his forehead hair delicately. No angel dared to look directly at this scene, the wind suddenly swung the white gauze up high, rolled it up in the air, and blindfolded the rest of the people's eyes, the heavenly father on the throne put his hand into the skirt of his beloved creation, without any hesitation. Rubbing his back obstructively, "You will be safe and sound by my side."
"Beside me..."
Seraphim suddenly felt cold.
Heaven is actually a beautiful cage, Lucifer finally realized this soberly. At the beginning of his birth, he made his first request to the gods: wanting eternal. true freedom.
But now he knows that his freedom still exists under the rules and wishes of the gods. He is a bird locked up and according to the master's wishes. He thinks that there is no cage in front of him, but in fact the cage has not disappeared for a second. The cage is boundless, invisible and intangible.
He had six pairs of wings, but he could never fly out from here.
Throughout the third day, there was a huge scream, and the bricks and tiles trembled. Kou Dong's sanity finally returned to his body. When he raised his head again, he saw a string of pale gold words, as if the most favored seraph dipped his own blood on the wall.
"—never believe in the gods."
There is also a water mirror on the wall, with subtle ripples, clearly reflecting his face. In the mirror, he stretches out his hand and slowly presses the mirror in front of him, making the sparkling water mirror Rotate slightly.
What was exposed behind was an angel turned into a statue.
Kou Dong hesitated for a while, stretched out his hand, and slowly pushed it away according to the movement in the water mirror——
Immediately, he saw the familiar scenery of the old castle behind the door.
His blood all over his body suddenly turned cold.
There was no angel turned into a statue, only a figure in a long blood-red cloak sitting on a gorgeous chair, as if waiting for his arrival.
It's the Earl.
Alone, he comes face to face with a powerful vampire. He even felt the other party's gaze, with a strange cold temperature, slowly scanning him from top to bottom. It reminded him of the god's hand touching him on the throne.
"Welcome back," said the count, who still had a mask on his face, only showing his bright red and plump lips. He tapped the wrench on his hand lightly, and said slowly, "My honored guest."
resurrected on the third day.
Rather than words such as reappearance, the beak doctors prefer to call it resurrection. After all, the third day was a finished product that the Heavenly Father was satisfied with, and it took a whole day to decorate; and these ordinary creatures, it took the Heavenly Father only one day in total.
Like Lucifer, it is an exception to allow the gods to work for him in six of the seven days of creation.
The angels firmly believe that there is breathing on the third day. It accommodated the gods and Lucifer for so long, and was even soaked with spirituality. After the seraphim fell from the sky, the gods did not attack this temple. But that night, the angels heard a huge rumbling sound, like the sky splitting the earth; when they looked up again, they realized that there was no shadow cast by the bricks and tiles above their heads, and the magnificent and magnificent No. For three days it had sunk by itself.
It died with its master, and it was not resurrected from this dull underground until it was soaked in the master's blood again.
When the birds' beak doctors saw the color of the young man's blood, they already had some guesses in their hearts. The appearance of the third day completely confirmed their conjecture. They stared straight at the sky, from which they could still vaguely see the shadows of their former glory.
Ye Yanzhi's black eyes narrowed.
He stared fixedly at the third day above, and suddenly saw the original black crow flapping its wings and flying all the way towards the direction it came from. This made the young vampire's heart skip a beat, realizing that it was not the first time he had seen this bird.
This crow is the Earl's eyeliner. Now, the eyeliner is gone.
This also means...
His breath was lightly suffocated, and without hesitation he left these blood races and angels who were still waiting, and retreated silently. When he had retreated far enough that he would not be noticed if he left, the young vampire whistled violently and called for the little white horse.
"Follow it," Ye Yanzhi pointed to the black bird in the air, "Got it?"
This white horse was very spiritual, and it neighed, and when he got on him, it immediately spread its four hooves and ran quickly. They followed the whereabouts of the crow and rushed all the way to the castle.
The earl in the castle stretched out his hand in a gentlemanly manner, "Please sit down."
"..."
Kou Dong didn't feel that he needed to be polite either. The current situation is obvious, the enemy is strong and the other is weak. At this time, it is not very cost-effective to fight the Earl.
He sat down on the opposite chair and grabbed a comfortable cushion. Seeing the Earl's gaze focused on his hands, he said, "The Earl, you don't mind my guest sitting casually?"
"How could it be?" The earl smiled softly, "You don't need to be so polite."
On the table to his left is a tea tray with several bright red roses painted on it. He picked up the exquisite teapot and slowly poured something into the cup.
Bright red, slightly fishy.
… is blood.
Kou Dong's throat suddenly felt a little thirsty, ordinary blood would make him feel disgusted, but it was obviously not human blood. When the earl raised his hand, he saw a few red marks that hadn't completely faded, like knife marks, through the sleeves of the other party's complicated court-style shirt.
Kou Dong: "..."
He was speechless for a moment.
No... Did this person even bleed his own blood in order to make him addicted
What the hell is wrong with this? ?
But one thing to say, the smell of blood is indeed very fragrant. Although it still doesn't smell as good as his son's, it is still one of the best and sweet.
Kou Dong felt that his addiction was about to be aroused again, as if something furry had been drilled into his nose, and there was a slight commotion, which aroused the itch from the cracks in the bones. He adjusted his sitting posture, let himself sit on the front third of the chair, straightened his back as much as possible, resisted the temptation, and hypnotized himself: These are all hemoglobin, they are all ordinary hemoglobin, and a group of them are densely packed. Cells with trypophobia...
The earl had a panoramic view of his struggling expression, shook the cup in his hand, and immediately pushed it towards Kou Dong.
"Guests who come from afar should be treated with the best wine," he said softly, "Why don't you try it, Viscount? - I remember you liked it last time."
Kou Dong uttered a swear word that almost came out of his mouth.
What do you mean last time you liked it
Last time I was obviously the one who was forcibly poured, okay
He is a love game anchor with integrity and integrity, if he says he won't drink it,... he won't drink it!
He suppressed the itching in his heart for a moment, and sat there motionless. The count didn't force him either, but leaned lightly against the back of the chair, and the smile on his lips deepened.
Kou Dong looked at the castle. The traces of the original burns are all gone now, the walls are as clean and tidy as ever, and the cleaning is spotless. The broken porcelain and rose windows are all restored as before, and they are still the same as the first time Kou Dong saw them.
Kou Dong retracted his gaze and said calmly, "How did the Earl manage to let me come back?"
The earl crossed his legs gracefully, and instead of answering directly, he asked, "Didn't the viscount already have a guess in his heart?"
"..."
Kou Dong fumbled into his sleeve, where there was a small mirror, the mirror surface was the same as what he saw on the third day.
This mirror was given to him by the girl he saved while hunting.
He calmly said, "Is it her?"
The count looked at him, and finally showed a little surprise, "You don't seem to be surprised."
Kou Tiantian thought, then you really know too little about me. If you are trapped by this broken game and broken system all the way, you will not be surprised at all...
From the housekeeper at the beginning, to Ye Yan, to the beauty snake—how many times has he been tricked before he can have such a heart that is always ready to be tricked!
Saying it can bring together a pot of blood, sweat and tears.
"The count didn't come to me to tell me this, did he?"
The corners of the vampire's lips twitched, as if smiling.
"of course not."
The blood race on the opposite side whispered, and then slowly stood up. His arms were strong and powerful, and he stretched out suddenly, and he pulled the oriental young man in front of him without hesitation, fixed it on his knee, and lightly rubbed his neck with his fingertips.
Kou Dong is just a human being, in front of the strength of the blood race, he is like a weak chicken cub, with no strength to resist at all. He could only tilt his head slightly, trying to avoid the scalp-tingling touch.
It feels cold to the touch, but it seems that there is an electric current rushing from top to bottom, which is so vivid that it makes one's heart palpitate.
His breath sprayed over, like a circling poisonous snake, climbing up the branches and leaves, seemingly touching the throat of the prey.
The fangs are sharp.
"Master Viscount, do you know what will happen to you?" The earl's voice was low and slow, groping with his fingers, and untied the first pearl button of the oriental nobleman in his arms.
More of the thin white neck was exposed, and the wet tip of his tongue licked the small piece of trembling flesh, feeling the uncontrollable trembling of the person in his arms.
"It's time to fill this place." The count stroked his lower abdomen with his other hand, narrowing his eyes slightly, "My distinguished guest—our feast has just begun."
The author has something to say:
Why are there so few vampires? First Embrace! (suddenly going crazy)
sweet:...
What, first hug? ?