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Chapter 103 The Devil's Feast (Seventeen)
Kou Dong's mind was in a trance. As if stepping on a cloud under his feet, he followed the sound uncontrollably and walked forward.
The throne is wide.
The boundless clouds surged in, and the heavenly father sat on the throne and called his dear child, "Come beside me."
His voice was neither high nor low, but it was clearly transmitted to the ears of every angel from top to bottom. So they bowed their heads deeper, daring not to see the supreme god of creation dote on his most precious creation. The seraph's feathers were brilliant, from the top of his head down to the calves wrapped in the white robe, and they swayed slightly as they walked; they touched the delicate skin of this unique angel, which Let the angels in the ground almost feel envious.
What they envied was not the seraph who could sit on the throne, but the feathers that could touch the angel's calf. The scene that emerges from it makes all the angels look upon it like a treasure.
No one hates this most special angel. He rarely appears, and more often than not, he lives alone on the third day; he has no one to serve him, but the breeze, the stars, and the twilight clouds serve him. Heavenly Father does not like others to be near him, so he is always alone, never gossiping with anyone - he is lonely and cold, like the morning star at the dawn of the sky.
He is not even known to the world. The earthly beings had never heard of his fame, and the Father did not allow the angel to reveal his existence to any ordinary soul - that would tarnish the angel's reputation.
With all these things, there will never be another creature as different as Lucifer in the world. The Father took his beloved child on his knees and shared with him the worship of all the angels; he was the second monarch in heaven.
Kou Dong couldn't control his steps.
He gradually realized that he was not walking towards Heavenly Father, but the illusion of Lucifer's past that existed on the third day. The illusion cannot be broken, so he had to sit on the god's lap and listen to him ask himself in a low voice, "Lucy, my child, how do you feel today?"
Kou Dong listened to him one child at a time, and couldn't help but act a little bit that's what he usually calls Ye Yanzhi.
Sure enough, being called daddy by others is not the same as being forced to be your own daddy...
"very good."
He heard his own voice answer, full of admiration and reverence that could not be concealed, "Very good, Father God."
Heavenly Father's voice tightened slightly. He stroked the wings of the seraph, and said lowly and calmly, "I heard that someone broke into the third day?"
The angels below the steps suddenly lowered their heads lower, looking at each other, a little scared.
"Yes." The Seraphim didn't hide it from him, he knew that God is omniscient and omniscient, so he was not surprised, "He is a newborn angel, he went the wrong way yesterday and strayed into the third 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.
"Lucy, my child," he said solemnly, "I promised you the supreme freedom - therefore, I will never interfere."
Kou Dong: "..."
Kou Dong stared at his expression, thinking that I would be a ghost if I believed what you said. Looking at your face, you almost wrote "I'm not happy, you can't talk to anyone but me" on both sides of your face.
If Lucifer could still believe this, it would be pure stupidity—if this god didn’t want to sleep with Lucifer, Kou Dong could turn his head off and kick it as a ball! Unclean thoughts are almost overflowing from your eyes, okay? Can you believe this too?
However, the Seraph, who was raised on the third day since childhood, believed it.
"Thank you Father God," he said gratefully, "you are generous and selfless, and your blessings will spread throughout the world."
Kou Dong: "..."
I'm afraid this angel is not lame.
He didn't say anything, just watched silently. Suddenly, the fog surged up again, and the white fog in the sky covered the heavenly father, the angels, and the supreme third day in front of him. After the fog cleared, Kou Dong saw the heavenly father again.
He was still sitting on the throne, still wrapped in a snow-white robe. The Holy Light hid his face, so he couldn't see his face clearly, but he could feel his gaze.
Kneeling on the long steps was an angel who made Kou Dong feel extremely familiar. He seems to have just been born, his wings are not fully full, and he is curled up in a thin robe and shivering. His palms were covered with jet-black juice, which is a plant that can only be produced by the extreme evil in the land of demons. The juice corroded his flesh, and his wound was slightly golden, with a stream of light flashing.
Angel blood.
The Seraphim's fingers contracted suddenly, and he fixedly stared at the person on the ground.
"Luther...?"
The angel kneeling on the ground did not answer him, only raised that face. Kou Dong saw the same large pieces of rotting flesh on his cheeks that had been touched by the juice. They broke away from the skeleton and fell down like dust.
His lips and tongue seemed to be glued together, and he tried to open it several times in vain. Tears rolled down, and he let out a few intermittent wailing from his throat, and then he fell to the ground again and again.
"Angel Luther," Kou Dong heard the unmoved voice of the justice angel in charge of the sentence, "Go privately to the land of demons, take the kingdom of evil, and attempt to murder Lord Lucifer..."
The Seraphim was silent for a while before he hooked up the person he was about to murder.
... Luther?
Is Luther trying to murder himself?
This statement sounded unbelievable to him. So he retorted in public: "How could he murder me! Luther is a newborn angel, how can he know the land of demons?!"
The land of demons, left by the gods when they created the world, gathers all the filth and evil in the world. God extracted sin from the human world and filled the swamp. Since then, it has become a torture chamber and torture chamber for angels who have sinned and punished and unbelieving mortals.
Such a place is rarely known, how long has Luther been born, how can he have the opportunity to hear it from others?
"Lucy," the Father asked calmly, "are you questioning me?"
There was a terrifying deterrent in his voice. As if the wind and rain were about to come, the angels in the temple couldn't help trembling. They stared at the darling of the gods with trepidation, for fear that he would say something that would offend the gods.
Heavenly Father's anger is not something he can bear.
"..."
The Seraphim couldn't answer for a while. Naturally, he didn't want to question the god who raised him, so he pursed his lips and didn't answer.
His silence calmed Heavenly Father's gaze, and immediately, the god said in a low voice, "Why should I embarrass my creation."
This is not wrong, the heavens and the earth are the creation of God. He split the world and created life, and Luther was actually his child.
The angel of justice came to Kou Dong and said, "Lord Lucifer, you really wronged Heavenly Father this time. Today's young angels will all learn the content of the Devil's Land, which has been written into the oracle. Luther It was the devil's land that I went to, where I picked the fruit. Heavenly Father realized that he had jealousy towards you in his heart, and was afraid that he would harm you, so he broke the fruit and brought him back.— —How can you misunderstand the Father’s favor for you?”
These words are reasonable and reasonable, but in the ears of the Seraphim, they are still absurd.
"I do not believe."
He suddenly said, his black eyes still staring at the people on the ground.
"I don't believe Luther was jealous of me.—I want to prove it."
So God gave him proof. A golden streamer suddenly popped out from his fingertips, and the streamer circled around the angel on the ground, and then drilled into his forehead like a swimming fish. The whimper in Luther's throat grew louder, as if he wanted to scream—the next second, his wings started to have dirty black spots from the roots, and those spots were like living ink dots, and in a blink of an eye His wings, which were not yet fully grown, were completely covered.
It is a symbol of magic.
Luther is bewitched.
The Seraph was stunned, almost unable to respond for a while. He watched the people on the ground turn into low-level monsters in a blink of an eye, with two pointed, hideous horns growing on their foreheads, like beak masks worn by beak angels.
The same protruding, evil and disgusting decoration.
The angels on the temple had already exclaimed in a low voice, frightened by Luther's current appearance. Heavenly Father raised his hand on the throne, and the ground of the temple cracked with a black gap in the middle. Underneath was the filthy devil's land, and the swamp was bubbling with bubbles; The black-spotted wings were struggling to fly up again, but a powerful divine force pressed against him, forcing him to fall heavily.
He fell from heaven.
This scene happened in front of me, which made these angels tremble. They all only let out a short exclamation, and then no one dared to make a sound, and carefully stared at the seraph in the temple.
Lucifer didn't speak, but Kou Dong could hear the beating of his heart. The voice was fast and urgent, almost like a war song. He raised his head and looked at the faces of the angels in the temple one by one, but no one dared to look at him.
He is as supreme as the gods.
But the gods not only wanted him to be supreme, but also wanted him to be unique, and wanted him to have no one else except himself.
"Lucy."
The Father called him as always, called him over, and asked him to sit on his lap as before.
"Lucy, my child, did the scene just now startle you?"
His voice was low and slow, rubbing the roots of the angel's six pairs of wings in a circle. This is the flesh and blood that he created with his own hands, and it stops evenly everywhere, from head to toe, there is nothing that does not suit him. When the strength in his hands increased a little, the angel shivered slightly in his legs, trying impatiently to curl up his 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 defines the fallen angels as people with "ulterior motives".
"Father," the Seraphim's voice trembled slightly, he said, "You never know you can't..."
How could he wait until Luther had already stepped into the land of demons and harvested the fruit before he understood his thoughts and thoughts?
He had another question to ask the Almighty God.
Can anyone but you approaching me be defined as "unintelligible"?
"No need to panic, Lucy," Heavenly Father leaned down and pressed his cold lips to his forehead. The strange thing is that the temperature of the gods does not make people feel warm, but is cold and pale like the blood clan, and kisses his forehead closely. No angel dared to look directly at this scene. The wind suddenly swung the white gauze up high and rolled it in the air, covering the eyes of the rest of the people. The heavenly father on the throne put his hand into the shirt of his beloved creation, and there was no trace of it. He rubbed his back obstructively, "Beside me, you will be safe and sound."
"Beside me..."
The Seraphim suddenly felt cold.
Heaven is actually a gorgeous cage, and Lucifer finally realized this clearly. At the beginning of his birth, he made his first request to the gods: to want eternity. true freedom.
But now he knows that his freedom still exists under the rules and wishes of the gods. He is a locked bird that fits his master's wishes. He thought he had no cage in front of him, but in fact the cage never disappeared for a second. The cage is boundless, you can't see it or touch it.
He gave birth to six pairs of wings, but he could never fly out of here.
There was a huge scream throughout the third day, 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 golden words, as if the most favored Seraphim had written on the wall with his own blood.
"—Never trust the gods."
There is also a water mirror on the wall, with subtle ripples, which clearly reflects his face. In the mirror, he stretches out his hand and slowly presses the mirror in front of him, making this sparkling water mirror. Rotate slightly.
What was revealed 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 movements in the water mirror—
Immediately, he saw the familiar setting of the old castle behind the door.
The blood all over his body suddenly froze.
There was no angel turned into a statue, only a figure in a long blood-red cloak sat on a gorgeous chair, as if waiting for his arrival.
It's the earl.
He was alone, face to face with a powerful vampire. He even felt the other's gaze, with a strangely cold temperature, and slowly glanced at him from top to bottom. It reminded him of the god's hand on the throne that touched him.
"Welcome back," the count still had a mask on his face, revealing only his red and plump lips. He tapped the wrench on his hand and said slowly, "My distinguished guest."
Resurrected on the third day.
Rather than words like reappearance, beak doctors prefer to call it resurrection. After all, the third day was the finished product that Heavenly Father was satisfied with, and it took a whole day to decorate it; and these ordinary creatures, in total, only took Heavenly Father one day.
Like Lucifer, it is an exception to make gods work for him six of the seven days of creation.
The angels firmly believed that the third day was breathing. It accommodated the gods and Lucifer for so long, and was even soaked in spirituality. After the Seraphim fell, the gods did not attack this temple. But that night, the angels heard a loud rumbling sound, like the sky splitting the earth; when they raised their heads again and looked up, they found that the shadows cast by the bricks and tiles had disappeared from the top of their heads. It sank on its own in three days.
It died with its master, and it was not resurrected from this dull underground until it was dipped in the master's blood again.
When the bird-beak doctors saw the color of the youth'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 faintly see shadows of their former glory.
Ye Yanzhi's black eyes narrowed.
He stared at the third day above, and suddenly saw the original black crow fluttering its wings and flying all the way in the direction it came from. This made the young blood clan suddenly tremble slightly, realizing that it was not the first time that they had seen this bird.
This crow is the earl's eyeliner. Now, the eyeliner has flown away.
This also means...
His breath was lightly suffocated, and without hesitation, he left these vampires and angels who were still waiting, and silently stepped back. When they had retreated far enough to leave without being noticed, the young blood clan suddenly whistled and called the little white horse.
"Follow it," Ye Yanzhi pointed at the black bird in the air, "Understand?"
This white horse is very spiritual, neighing, and when he rides on himself, he immediately spreads his four hooves and runs quickly. They followed the crow's tracks and ran all the way to the castle.
The earl in the castle extended his hand, "Please take a seat."
"..."
Kou Dong didn't think he needed to be polite either. The current situation is obvious, the enemy is strong and he is weak. At this time, it is not very cost-effective to fight with the Earl.
He sat down on the opposite chair and grabbed a comfortable cushion casually. Seeing the earl's eyes on his hands, he said, "The earl doesn't mind my guest sitting casually, right?"
"How could it be?" the earl smiled softly. "There is no need to be so polite as a distinguished guest."
On the table on his left is a tea tray with several bright red roses painted on it. He picked up the delicate teapot and slowly poured something into the teapot.
Bright red, slightly fishy.
……is blood.
Kou Dong's throat suddenly became thirsty, and ordinary blood would make him feel disgusted, but it was obviously not human blood. When the Count raised his hand, he saw a few red marks that had not completely subsided, like knife marks, through the sleeves of his complicated palace-style shirt.
Kou Dong: "..."
He was speechless for a while.
No... Did this person even sacrifice 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 cub, it is one of the best and sweet.
Kou Dong felt that his addiction was about to be hooked up again, as if something fluffy had penetrated into his nose, and he stirred slightly, causing itching from the cracks in the bones. He adjusted his sitting position so that he sat in the front third of the chair, straightened his back as much as possible, resisted temptation, and hypnotized himself: This is all hemoglobin, all ordinary hemoglobin, a group of densely packed people can watch for a while. Cells that commit intensive phobia...
The count took a panoramic view of his struggling expression, shook the cup in his hand, and immediately pushed it towards Kou Dong.
"Guests from afar should be served with the best wine," he whispered. "Why don't the Viscount try it?—I remember you liked it last time."
Kou Dong had a foul language that almost came out of his mouth.
What do you like last time?
Last time, you were obviously the one who was forcibly injected, okay?
He is a manly and disciplined love game anchor. If he says no to drink,...don't drink!
He was stunned to suppress the itch in his heart and sat there motionless. The count didn't force him, just leaned back against the chair lightly, and the smile on his lips deepened.
Kou Dong looked at the castle. The original burn marks are now all gone. The walls are as clean and tidy as ever, spotlessly cleaned. The broken porcelain and rose windows have all been repaired as before, and they are still the same as Kou Dong first saw.
Kou Dong looked back and said calmly, "How did the earl get me back?"
The count folded his legs gracefully, and without answering directly, asked instead, "Didn't the viscount already have a guess in his heart?"
"..."
Kou Dong touched 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 rescued while hunting.
He said calmly, "is it her?"
The count looked at his expression, and finally showed a little surprise, "You don't seem surprised."
Kou Tiantian thought to herself, then you really know too little about me. If you are caught all the way by this broken game and broken system, you will not be surprised at all...
From the original housekeeper, to Ye Yan, to the beauty snake - how many times has he been tricked, so he has the heart to be ready to be tricked at such a time!
Saying it can make a pot of blood, sweat and tears.
"The count came to me, not to tell me this, right?"
The corners of the vampire's lips twitched as if to smile.
"of course not."
The blood clan on the opposite side whispered, and then slowly stood up. His arms were strong and strong, and they stretched out suddenly. He couldn't refuse to pull the young Dongfang in front of him, fixed them on his knees, and gently rubbed the side of his neck with the pulp of his fingers.
Kou Dong is just a human being, like a weak chicken in front of the strength of the blood clan, with no resistance at all. He could only turn his head slightly, trying to avoid the tingling touch.
The cold touch, but it seems that there is an electric current suddenly jumping from top to bottom, which is clearly heart-pounding.
His breath spewed out, like a circling poisonous snake, climbing up along the branches and leaves, as if touching the throat of the prey.
The fangs are sharp.
"Lord Viscount, do you know what will happen to you?" The count's voice was low and slow, fumbling with his fingers, he undid the first pearl button of the oriental aristocrat in his arms.
The thin white neck showed more, and the tip of his tongue wetly licked the small piece of shivering flesh, feeling the uncontrollable trembling of the person in his arms.
"It's time to fill this place." The count's other hand rubbed his belly and narrowed his eyes slightly, "My distinguished guest, our feast, has just begun."
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Write about how few vampires have the first embrace!(suddenly mad)
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What, and the first embrace???