Endless Debt

"Did you do it on purpose?"

Boluogo clenched his hand involuntarily and crushed the drink cup, causing the juice to overflow and spread all over his hand.

"What's intentional? I'm just communicating with you normally."

The corners of Belphegor's lips raised slightly, and he successfully seduced Bologg. No matter what strange words he said next, Bologg would keep chatting with him, just for the true or false information.

Boluogo felt his heartbeat gradually become violent, his chest became hot, and the clear heartbeat echoed in the theater.

Belphegor saw that Bologg was silent, and he said to himself, "If immortality is the immortality of the body, then you must have seen such an example in the Immortal Club, stone sculptures and decaying bodies. , is that kind of eternal life interesting?"

"Or is it like Serei, who has an eternal body whose body is always young? It's not much better, right? Look at Serei's appearance. His body lasts forever, but his spirit is on the verge of collapse. Didn't you notice?"

"I think Sere is in good spirits," Bologo said.

Sere is probably the happiest person in the Undead Club. He hangs around different women every day. When he gets tired of it, he drinks and has fun, or plays board games with Palmer and the others. Bologg can't think of such a person. What troubles would there be?

"That can only mean that you have never understood Sere."

Boluogo did not answer. He admitted this. After going to Fengyuan Highlands, Sere was covered in mystery in Boluogo's eyes. Various fragmented images were spliced ​​into his body, which made people feel... disturbed.

"Let's get back to the topic of eternal life."

Belphegor took the people in the Undead Club as an example, "Like Bode, only a skeleton is left, losing all the stimulation of human senses, leaving only a numb heart forever? Or like Weier, it can only always be He has the posture of a wild animal and has lost the ability to be a human being.”

"But isn't this a trick of you and the devils?" Boluogo gritted his teeth and said, "It was you who created all of this."

"We're just fulfilling their wishes."

Belphegor said, "Don't think of the devil too complicatedly. You can think of us as a group of... wishing machines, yes, wishing machines with self-will."

“Whatever humans want, we give it to them. It’s just that in this process, we need to charge the necessary price... You see, we are also bound by our own rules and are not omnipotent.

I also want to give human beings eternal life away from suffering. Unfortunately, I can do it, but human beings do not have the value to obtain such perfect eternal life. "

"What about me?" Bologg asked, "My immortality is approaching perfection."

Belphegor said, "That's why you are so unique and beautiful. You must be of extraordinary value to one of my brothers, so he gave you such immortality, but I understand that one day you will also be like Se." As tired as thunder.”

"No, I won't get tired of it."

"Really? One day in the infinite future, the people you know, the things you are familiar with, and the era you live in, all of them will be buried in the dust of history. You will be a ghost crawling out of the grave, with this world Being out of place...can you still tolerate this?"

"Of course," Boluogo said with great confidence, "As long as I have memories, I can live forever."

Belphegor was silent. He took off his sunglasses and looked at Bologg.

"So...Mr. Lazarus, do you want to make a bet with me?"

In an instant, all the sounds disappeared. Boluogo felt that his body was petrified and he could not move. The darkness swallowed up all the light. Only himself and Belphegor were left in the dark and empty world.

Belphegor stared at Bologg, and his eyes began to turn black, like a smoky look, and then the entire pupils turned into absolute darkness, with a tar-like substance flowing out of them and flowing over his pale cheeks. .

Borlog asked mockingly, "Do you think this is possible?"

Like an hallucination, the strange scene shattered in an instant, the darkness dissipated, and the dim light returned to the theater. Belphegor was still wearing sunglasses. He did not look at Bologg. His eyes had been locked on the screen. superior.

"It looks like we can't argue and come up with a result," Belphegor shook his head in disappointment, but he added, "But it doesn't matter, we have plenty of time."

"How about we meet every hundred years? Mr. Lazarus, tell me about your experience and your views on eternal life."

"Are you trying to turn me into your 'poet'?"

"I guess so."

Belphegor went on to say, "I'm a fan of yours because I think your life is wonderful and extraordinary. It must be great material for a movie and should be added to the Infinite Verses."

"Is this so..."

Boluogo whispered, he understood why Belphegor was so enthusiastic about him. This guy was a decadent young man who was independent from the world and immersed in his own beautiful fantasies.

Belphegor liked artistic creation, so he recruited a group of poets to collect for him. In modern times, he saw the art of film, so he began to extract memories from his soul and edit great films.

He is both the audience and the director.

The more wonderful the life, the more valuable it is, and the more sublime the art, the more worthy of his chips.

"Oh, sorry, I got off topic."

Belphegor enjoyed the conversation with Bologger. He put away the devil's evil ways and faced him with the most ordinary attitude.

"In short, I think that for mortals, the body does not have real immortality, but the spirit and will can.

The eternal life I promise to the poets is spiritual eternal life. Their works will be included in "Endless Poems". As for themselves, all poets who have given their souls to me will also be protected by me and enjoy eternal life. Sleep peacefully until this poem is completed, and we will watch it together in the theater forever. "

Belphegor's tone was deep and gentle, as if he was reciting poetry.

Boluogo murmured, "The collection of derivatives... filled the hotel..."

"Look, we have always had an equal relationship. We are friends and brothers. Poets are the same as me. We all want to witness the birth of "Endless Poems"..."

Belphegor's words changed.

“But such a promise is too far away after all. I can’t remember how many thousands of years have passed. The Endless Poems is still being written. I think it can only be truly completed when the world ends.

This is too long. Under the impact of new things, many poets feel that my promise is a scam. They are more willing to believe in the joy of the present than the eternal world after death. "

Belphegor recalled, "Like we just mentioned...fast food culture? Yes, that's pretty much it.

One of my brothers and sisters seized the opportunity. She seduced the poets with the joy of her life and made them abandon me. At this point, the Unbound Poetry Society gradually disappeared from the stage of history and was replaced by the Zongge Orchestra.

They don't care about the future, they only care about the present. They don't care about any profound thoughts, they only long for the most straightforward and strongest impact on the senses. "

Belphegor's tone was a little sad, "Few people can resist such a temptation, right?"

Boluogo was too lazy to understand the devil's sad story. He even doubted whether the devil had the so-called sadness.

"Aren't you talking to me all this just to make me one of yours?"

Belphegor smiled meaningfully, "The devil never forces others. What's more, I have new poets now."

Boluogo's expression froze. Belphegor had reached a blood contract with the Bureau of Order. Perhaps the Bureau of Order was the new... the new Unbound Poetry Society.

"No, how is this possible?" Boluogo confirmed repeatedly, "I didn't feel anything strange."

With the depth of Boluogo's umbilical cord, he could easily detect abnormalities related to the devil around him, but except for the special operations team, he did not notice other debtors in the Order Bureau, not even the protected contractors. .

"Because this bet is not over yet, although I think I have won."

Belphegor was sure of victory.

Bologo tried to calm down his heart and strengthened his hatred of the devil so as not to let down his guard.

"As expected...the devil is the devil after all."

Boluogo asked, "You don't just want to influence me with your words, do you?"

Bologg believed that he would not be seduced by Belphegor, and what he did seemed to Bologg to be useless.

"If you can be easily persuaded by me, I will feel disappointed." Belphegor stopped smiling, "I'm just reminding you, Mr. Lazarus."

"I am not your enemy. On the contrary, I am your potential ally. Your real enemy is the one who corrupted the Unbound Poetry Society and turned it into a singing orchestra."

Belphegor explained to Bolog.

"The witch of pleasure."