Endless Debt

The man stood on the grave. He raised his arms and spread his palms. A bloody scar suddenly appeared on it. The thick blood slowly fell. They pulled into a straight line of blood and poured into the earth, seeping into the soil. With the soaking rain, we arrived at the dark place together.

"What would you do?"

The man looked at the soil under his feet curiously. He originally came to hunt Olivia, but he did not expect to encounter such a scene. If it was just an ordinary vendetta, it would not be enough to attract the man's attention, but York's predicament , deeply attracted men.

In the conflicting dilemma between his own beliefs and legal ethics, York failed to make a rational decision. He still believed in the goodwill of mankind... Unfortunately, in the face of his goodwill, Gami only responded with malice.

The man was a little curious about what York would do when faced with his own helping hand. As a believer in God, would he accept this grace or reject it.

If he accepts it, he is undoubtedly betraying his faith, so what will he do next?

Will York still believe in his own beliefs and his own justice?

When he thought of this, an unstoppable smile appeared on the man's face.

Men like to watch the struggles of others. The pain and sadness from the depths of their souls are like honey to him.

Whenever he looked at these, he would always think of his childhood. Since then, he has been a naughty child. He likes to catch ants, throw them into the water glass, and watch them struggle feebly until they turn into a corpse. A tiny corpse.

Now, he began to look forward to York's decision and to take on this abnormal emotion. The man felt like a devil, enjoying the suffering of others.

"Dedicate your suffering, Father."

A twisted smile appeared on the man's face.

"This is God's test for you."

…

In the absolutely cold darkness, a strange scarlet color appeared in front of York's eyes. The first moment he looked at the color, York felt an unspeakable evil aura from it.

That is the power from darkness.

York was in a daze for a moment. He had thought about arriving in heaven after his death, but he never imagined that he would face such evil. He began to think that he was heading to a terrible hell, but York couldn't figure out what happened in his pious life. Did something wrong.

He didn't understand it and couldn't accept it.

York was born in a poor family. His parents were taken away by a plague when he was very young. York was adopted by the priests in the town. Although he was without the company of his parents, under the care of the priests, he York grew up healthily.

He was deeply taught by the kindness of the priests since he was a child. As an adult, York was determined to dedicate everything to his faith and bring kindness to others just like the priests.

York did indeed live an ascetic life as he swore to do. Except for the small gold cross on his chest, he never had any extra personal property.

With York's help, many people changed their destiny and lived with York's blessing... York thought that Gami would be one of the blessed.

"Is it because of him? Because of Gami?" York murmured.

Gami not only desecrated the body, but also committed murder. No, maybe he was not the first person he killed.

"I need his confession."

A heavy, bloodthirsty voice sounded that didn't belong to York at all.

York was stunned for a moment. He felt that these words were not spoken by himself, but the voice was so similar to his own, as if another bloodthirsty and furious version of himself was cursing like this.

There is no heaven after death, only scarlet evil.

More and more painful contradictions were entangled in York's heart. His once firm faith was full of cracks, and suddenly the voice sounded again.

"Is there really a god in this world?"

He questioned York, listening to the voice, York couldn't help but become suspicious himself.

He had done good deeds all his life, but he died so ridiculously. What awaited him was not the kingdom of heaven, but this cold darkness.

"Why not give up this false belief? See what it has brought you?"

York looked forward, looking at the scarlet evil, and he knew that it was the evil power speaking to him.

"Go away, evil!"

York scolded, but as soon as he finished speaking, his firm eyes weakened.

The gods never gave York a response, but at this time of death, evil reached out to him.

Will this be God's test for Himself? To refuse and surrender to one's own death?

Countless thoughts flashed through York's mind. He was determined to postpone his death and stick to his piety, but at this moment, the voice sounded again.

"I need his confession."

This time the voice was calm and without any emotion. York was froze in place. This time he realized that these words came from his own mouth.

York's eyes became slightly nervous, his cheeks were slightly red, his mouth was half-opened, his facial muscles became more tense, fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his hands began to tremble slightly.

An uncontrollable anger rose in his throat, his eyebrows were raised, his lips became a thin line, he clenched his fists tightly, his legs began to tremble, and his whole body seemed to be boiling with hot anger.

"I...I need..."

York's facial expression became distorted, his eyes were bloodshot, a roar came from his throat, and his hands kept shaking, as if he wanted to smash everything around him.

An uncontrollable rage welled up in the depths of his soul, almost burning up everything in York.

At this time, York no longer thought about the so-called beliefs, laws, and moral dilemmas. All he thought about was the anger that had nowhere to vent, and Gami's ridicule to himself.

"Justice that binds its hands and feet."

Gami must be judged and he must confess to himself.

At this moment, York finally realized his mistake. He was indeed a kind and pious priest, but he was sometimes too kind. Such extremes actually encouraged the birth of sin.

It was his own fault, a sin born of his own piety, for which he had to answer.

Tears filled York's eyes. He confessed his mistakes to his god and vowed to make up for it. For this reason, he was willing to dedicate everything to the darkness.

York gnawed at the darkness like a hungry beast. He swallowed large chunks of soil. The rain mixed with the blood of the Night clan poured into his mouth. The forbidden blood streaked across his throat and penetrated into him. body.

The powerful immortal power penetrated York's body, and the injuries all over the body healed quickly. The broken muscle fibers were reconnected, the cracked bones healed and reset, and more powerful power was given to the body again.

York stretched out his hand towards the scarlet evil, his hand penetrated the darkness, penetrated the heavy soil, broke through the buried tomb, and raised it high.

The illusion disappeared, as if the soul returned to the body. York realized again that he was actually buried alive. Before he could think more, he noticed another cold hand grasping the hand that broke open the grave. .

Seizing another dark fate.

The drizzle gradually became violent. In the heavy rain, the man pulled York out of the grave. The cold rain came towards him and washed away the soil on his body, as if he was being baptized for a new life.

York gasped in pain. The blood of the Night Clan was actively modifying his body. As if he had a fever, his body became extremely hot. When the rain hit his body, a faint white air would even rise.

The man lowered his body and looked at York with a smile, "Congratulations, Father, how does it feel to be reborn?"

York raised his head with difficulty, and the first thing that caught his eye was a pair of ruby ​​eyes.

"You...who are you?"

"Me? It doesn't matter," the man said. "You just need to know that I gave you a second chance."

"Why?"

"Why?" The man thought carefully, "It's interesting, I just think it's interesting."

"interesting?"

This is a ridiculous answer, but York can't say anything to refute it. By now, everything is ridiculous enough.

"I want to know, after all this, do you still believe in your god?" the man asked.

"Of course," York said firmly, "I remain loyal to Him."

"But now you have sacrificed your soul to the devil." The man felt that York was becoming more and more interesting. "Even if there is a God, you will not be able to go to His kingdom."

"It's not important," York laughed, his smile becoming twisted and crazy, "This is a great sacrifice."

"I did sacrifice my soul to the darkness to get a second chance, but my will, my piety, still belongs to Him, and I will borrow the power of darkness to act on His behalf."

Hearing this answer, the man's expression gradually turned cold. The next moment, he grabbed York's throat and forcibly lifted him up.

"Don't you realize it yet? Father, there is no god in this world. Your faith is just an empty shell."

The man was not very satisfied with York's reaction. In his expectation, York should be more desperate, like a collapsed beast.

"I know."

York said this answer painfully, with tears welling up in his eyes, "He does not exist...but He does exist. He is my belief, my principle, and my virtue."

The man was stunned for a moment. He let go of York and let him fall into the mud. When the third thunder struck through the rainy night, the man looked at York again, who was covered in filth. This time, the man knelt down on one knee and stretched out his hand. Grabbed York's hand.

"Forgive me for the offense, Father, you do have a pious heart, even if its cornerstone comes from the power of evil."

Even if this piety has been distorted by extreme will.

This time the man looked at York with respect. He took out a thorn-like chain covered with red rust and spikes from the darkness under his clothes, and solemnly handed it to York's hand.

"You need it more than I do."

York looked at the chain in his hand. The luster was gone, and it was covered with red rust, which was scary. Each pitch of the chain had several spikes. They looked silvery white and sharp, like rows of sharp blades. They moved slightly. The spikes will scrape against each other, making a harsh sound.

For some reason, York felt a strange sense of life on this cold metal dead thing, as if it was alive, like a giant centipede, crawling around its arms.

"Who are you?"

York asked again. At this time, the man had taken a few steps away. He turned back and said, "I said, it's not important."

"No, this is important!"

York tightened his grip on the chain in his hand, and the spikes easily penetrated York's palm. Blood dripped on the metal and solidified on the rust.

"You are also a member of the evil and should be punished!"

Another answer that was beyond the man's expectation. The man was very satisfied with tonight's encounter.

"In other words, one day, you are going to kill me, the person who gave you a second life - with the power I gave you?"

York didn't answer. He just dragged the chain and stood up tenaciously. For a moment, the man didn't recognize York.

What Gami buried alive was a kind-hearted and even stupid priest, but what the man dug up was a monster full of rage.

"I'm looking forward to that day," the man said with great satisfaction, "As for my name..."

"You can call me Prince Regent."

…

In the simple and dilapidated hut, illuminated by a weak kerosene lamp, Gami was busy packing countless stolen goods into packages. There was a thunderstorm outside the window, and his expression was both nervous and excited.

Gami finally did it, he finally killed York.

"Hahaha! Father, I have wanted to do this for a long time." Gami laughed wildly uncontrollably.

Gami hated York, and this hatred almost turned into disgust. Gami hated the priest's holy appearance, his ascetic life, and the various admonitions he said to himself for the sake of charity... …

"Hypocritical bastard!"

He cursed angrily, but Jami knew that York was not hypocritical, and everything he said and did was consistent with the piety in his heart.

Gami just couldn't stand someone like York, who was like the sun. Under his illumination, his own ugliness could not be hidden.

Fortunately, as long as he leaves Graystone Town, Gami no longer has to hide.

Sooner or later, someone will discover the priest's body. With the priest's prestige in Greystone Town, the Sheriff will definitely search with all his strength. At that time, his situation will become extremely dangerous. Gami will have to leave here overnight and fly away.

Thinking of the beauty of his new life, an unstoppable smile appeared on Gami's face, but when he thought of York, the remaining conscience in his heart still felt a little stinging.

That night, for a moment, Jami really wanted to sincerely repent, but he was fed up with this poor life, and he would do anything to change his destiny.

With the money bag filled, Jami struggled to carry the heavy backpack. At this moment, a strong wind blew open the door, cold and moist water vapor invaded the room, bursts of thunder rolled, and the world was divided into black and white. color.

Amidst the commotion, Gami heard another breathing.

Gami decisively dropped the burden on him, which would slow him down. He turned around and drew out the short knife, holding it in front of him threateningly, while his other hand touched his lower back and grabbed the hidden knife. The butt of the gun behind him.

"who!"

Gami looked at the open door, and saw a thin ghost standing there. Gami couldn't see his face clearly, but under the dim light, the cross pinned to his chest was emitting a flickering light. light.

"Father York...?"

Jami felt that his heart was cold. He had obviously smashed York's head with a shovel and buried him alive in the soil, but why was he here?

Why didn't he die?

The man let go of his hand, and with a clattering sound, the thorny chain dropped down. Regardless of Jami's reaction, he grabbed the chain and wrapped it around his wrist and fist. The thorny chain fell down. The spikes pierced the flesh, and in a blink of an eye his fists were dripping with blood.

Likewise, his fists were now covered with thorns.

The man stepped forward, with a high concentration of energy. Fear sounded the alarm in Jami. He decisively drew his gun and opened fire. The bullet hit the man's chest, causing a flower of blood.

"So what are you," Jami said crazily, "I'll just kill you again!"

The bullet hit the man like a heavy punch. His body couldn't help but take a step back, and his body was slightly dented. But after a brief pause, he stepped forward again. Every time he took a step closer, he was squeezing and tightening. meters of security.

Jami continuously pulled the trigger and fired all the bullets, and the man's figure paused several times as if he had been hit by continuous heavy punches.

Then keep moving forward.

As the distance shortened, the kerosene lamp gradually illuminated the man's face. Gami saw York's face again, but it was different from the kind and kind face in his memory. At this moment, York's face was only cold and severe. And that ghostly numb smile.

Gami swung the dagger, but York was faster than him. The chain whizzed past and slapped Gami's wrist hard. The thorns tore his skin, and his flesh and blood instantly became blurred. The dagger was in severe pain. He also came out and nailed it to the wooden board on one side.

"Gami."

York called Gami's name, and Gami covered the wound on his hand, crying in pain.

On the bloody wound, there was a constant stinging sensation from the burning fire, as if it had been soaked in toxins. The twisted pain covered Jami's entire arm in an instant, and he was about to faint from the pain. .

More pain came from the abdomen.

York clenched his fist and punched Gami in the stomach. The thorns directly scratched his clothes, skin, and flesh. He pulled out his fist forcefully. As blood surged, York pulled out a section of his intestines and dripped out.

"You are a priest, York!"

Jiami covered his stomach and stepped back. He stepped on his package and fell down, hitting the wall. The package was also opened. Countless gold coins and jewelry were piled together, leaning against Garmi. Mi's feet were stained with his blood.

"You can't kill me, don't forget the faith you serve!"

Gami kept retreating and huddled in the corner. He didn't know what happened to York. He only relied on the faith that bound York tightly to save his life at this time.

That's right, faith. For faith, York could let go of his crimes. For faith, he died so ridiculously. For faith, he would definitely let himself go.

"I know, I know," York's voice was cold and ruthless, and a twisted smile sounded in his throat, "Don't be afraid, kid, I can feel the same pain as you."

Gami raised his head, and then he realized that the thorn chain was completely wrapped around York's body. Every time he moved or punched, the chain would be tied tighter, and the barbs would be embedded deeper into the flesh.

It was unimaginable pain. Gami didn't know how York could endure it. What made Gami even more devastated was that York could still laugh under this kind of pain.

He reached out and stroked Gami's head and whispered, "My child, I will bear the pain with you. You are not alone."

York's scarlet eyes were filled with pity, "It's not your fault, Gami."

Gami was stunned.

"It was me, it was my kindness that made you fall into darkness. I should bear the same karma as you, so..."

York pulled Gami up with a voice like thunder.

"Confess to me, child."

York said and swung a heavy punch. This time he dented Jami's chest. The broken ribs shattered Jami's internal organs like sword blades. He retched, spitting out sticky blood and fragments.

"I confess, Father, I confess, I'm sorry."

The severe pain and the threat of death overwhelmed Gami's sanity, and he cried bitterly.

York shook his head, "No, boy, you are not religious enough."

The thorns scratched across Gami's thigh, and the sharp barbs directly tore off a large piece of skin. The extreme pain caused Gami to scream uncontrollably, but no one heard his screams, which were covered up by the increasingly roaring thunder. All pathos.

"It's okay, kid, we have plenty of time to make you repent."

York raised his hand, and the blood of the Night Clan dripped from his hand and seeped into Jami's mouth. In an instant, Jami noticed the evil power. The crazy devil asked Jami through the transmission of blood. , listening to his choice.

Gami instinctively realized that as long as he accepted this power, he could escape the pursuit of death, but once he accepted the power of immortality, he knew exactly what he would endure next, and it would be endless pain.

But if you refuse, you will face real death.

Gami looked at York, who still had that cold smile on his face, as if the supposed sacred sculpture was stained with filth and blood.

"sorry Sorry……"

Jami kept pleading, and at the same time, his pupils were gradually covered with blood, and his broken abdomen began to heal, but as soon as the flesh and blood rejoined together, it was torn open again by thorns.

Heal, tear, heal, tear…

With the blessing of the blood of the Night Clan, Jami has extremely strong vitality. Like a cruel punishment, Jami did not dare to face death, and could not bear the extreme pain. He was swallowed up by the vortex of contradictions, chewed and crushed .

The remaining will was full of cracks until he completely lost his mind. In this almost chaotic consciousness, there was still a passage of words that echoed in his mind like a curse.

"Confess to me, child."