Shadow of the Beautiful World

In the hallway on the 24th floor of the Daily Planet office building, a confrontation was taking place.

Carrying a handbag and glasses, the slightly tired Clark Kent had just finished his night shift and was going home to sleep.

As a result, as soon as he came out of his office, he saw a scene where a sneaky angel was closing the door.

That's Miss Roseanne Simpson's office.

She came to the Daily Planet reporter three months ago. It is said that she came from Texas. She has very rich and experienced work experience, and her ability to find news hotspots is extremely high.

Therefore, a month ago, she was also absorbed into her news team by Louise Lane, the head reporter of Planet Daily.

In Clark's impression, Ms. Roseanne is a mature and intellectual lady who seldom talks about her life except for work, like a person with a secret past.

She and Eddie are a work team.

But in the last few days, Eddie had taken leave of absence, so Miss Roseanne was sorting out the news materials of the past few months in the office.

How could she get involved with an angel?

And this angel in front of me...

It's a little weird.

In Clark's eyes, this angel has no intention of disguising himself at all. Ordinary people cannot see the angel's wings, but Clark can clearly see them.

However, this face tends to be neutral, and the wings on the back of Miss Angel, who has a pretty good figure, are not the legendary whiteness.

on the contrary...

dark.

It was a pair of extremely black wings.

As if from the deepest hell.

There is an uncomfortable force flowing on those wings.

Clark has heard that there is a creature called a fallen angel in the fantasy world. It is said that it is a once pure creature who fell from heaven to hell.

In front of this...

Could it be the legendary fallen angel?

Clark Kent...

During Clark's questioning and gaze, the angel's expression changed several times, and Clark saw the light of nostalgia, memory and entanglement in her eyes.

She knows herself?

Clark frowned.

He doesn't have dementia yet.

Such an angel had never existed in his memory.

But the tone of her voice...

Clark couldn't help but think of another guy.

Who are you?

Superman's fingers moved.

He locked eyes on the black-winged angel in a lady's suit he had stolen from Miss Roseanne.

As long as this guy moves slightly, Clark can catch her, go to the sky in an instant, and then defeat her.

Fortunately, there are still a few hours before work time.

The confrontation between them was not seen by others.

I, I am...

Merlin's tone hesitated.

He knew that even if Clark knew that he was still alive, he would definitely not gossip around.

But the problem is...

His women's clothing state at this time is really embarrassing.

He really didn't want more people to know about this embarrassing thing.

Merlin's eyeballs rolled, she coughed, and said to Clark who was looking at her in a calm tone:

I am a... emissary from an old friend of yours.

I'm here on behalf of Merlin!

Merlin?

Clark's expression changed.

He narrowed his eyes, looked at the black-winged angel in front of him, and said in a dangerous tone:

Do you know how many people I've personally captured in the name of Merlin in the past few months?

Whether you believe it or not.

Merlin naturally crossed her hips, brushed her long hair, and said calmly:

I really am.

Again, you don't really think that your friend died just like that, do you?

I don't think Merlin died so easily.

Clark didn't immediately believe the words of the angel in front of him.

He said without changing his tone:

But if you want me to believe you, if you want to get out of this building safely, you have to show evidence.

Evidence, right?

Merlin breathed a sigh of relief.

She raised her finger, and between flicks, a dancing ball of light was suspended in front of Clark's eyes.

she says:

Hold it.

Superman glanced at the angel, then at the ball of light in front of him, he breathed a sigh of relief, and stretched out his hand to hold the ball of light.

The next moment, a picture like rippling water bloomed in front of Clark's eyes.

The gloomy sky was covered with overcast clouds, and pale light shone through the clouds, like ominous thunder and lightning.

It was scorched earth.

As far as the eye could see, a black, towering volcano was erupting, hot magma was sent high into the sky, and smashed into the ground in the form of a meteorite with a long tail.

The air was filled with drifting ash, and the rain of extremely corrosive blood.

this is hell...

Under Clark's gaze, tens of thousands of ferocious demons were building something on the scorched earth, just like hardworking ants.

A quirky sculpture is also being reshaped under the command of a shimmering spirit.

He even saw a human holding a bewitching succubus, standing on a cliff, looking at a blueprint like an engineer.

Farther away, the hopelessly barren land undulates as if it has a life of its own.

earthquake.

Terrible earthquakes are reshaping the terrain of this world.

Apart from the fact that the two black rivers of Styx flowing here are still calm, this world is undergoing earth-shaking changes.

It's like there are hands that are reshaping the world with their own will.

at the end of this picture.

Clark saw the gate of hell at the end of the plain of ashes, and on the hillside shaped in front of the gate of hell, a slightly thin figure with a black hood was standing there.

He held a bronze key in his hand.

He raised his arm, and amidst a faint hawk, the dark red raven flapped its wings and landed on the man's arm.

Victor...

That was Merlin's guardian spirit, Victor the Raven Spirit.

Did Clark mistake the spirit raven?

It seems to have undergone a new evolution in hell.

It was bigger and more ferocious than before, and when it turned its head around, it was filled with the arrogance of a king of the sky.

swish

The illusion of light converges at this moment.

Clark opened his eyes. In front of him, the black-winged angel flapped its wings and stood in place with its arms folded in a coquettish pose.

There wasn't much expression on her more androgynous face.

she says:

Do you believe it now?

Clark nodded.

He put down his guard, and said to the black-winged angel in front of him, who always felt strange:

What is Merlin doing there? What is that place?

That's hell.

Merlin says:

A special wasteland hell, now it has fallen into the hands of Merlin.

Your old friend only needs to wait a while, and after completing the final binding between himself and that hell, he will become a real hell king.

As for what he's doing there...

Quite simply, he's reinventing it.

Black Winged Sky said in a tone that couldn't lift his spirits:

It's going to be his new home, and whether he likes it or not, he has to shoulder his responsibility for that hell, so he wants it to be more in line with his aesthetics...that's it.

All right.

An undisguised smile flashed across Clark's face, and his whole demeanor seemed to become cheerful at this moment.

He said:

Then how long will it take for him to really come back?

Hard to say.

Merlin looked at the smile on Clark's face, and she said softly:

Maybe a few days, maybe a few months, are you looking forward to his return? Have you forgotten the trouble he caused last time... He almost killed you, don't you hate him?

Why should I hate him?

Clark pushed his glasses and said frankly:

We threw our fists at each other to save the world, and he nearly killed me...that's what I owe him.

The favor I owe him, the world owes him, will never be exhausted...

All right.

Merlin's mood at this time is quite complicated.

He didn't think Clark was lying.

Many people in this world are looking forward to his return, but what will he do after he comes back?

Merlin himself didn't know.

He broke the gamble and gave the world freedom. He has accomplished everything he wanted to do in the first half of his life.

Apart from participating in the King of Hell Contest as the newly promoted Lord of Hell and trying his best to win, he seems to have no goal.

But it shouldn't be like this.

The second half of Merlin's story should not be like this...

What did Merlin send you to this world? Do you need my help?

Clark's question awakened Merlin, and the black-winged angel folded her wings, and she said:

It's trivial things.

Merlin looked at the wedding ring on Clark's finger and said:

You don't need any help. He heard about your marriage to Louise. He was sorry for not being able to participate in the wedding, but he asked me to congratulate you.

He said he wanted to see your baby born when he came back.

Having said that, Merlin smiled.

Clark smiled too.

Okay, I should go.

Merlin glanced at the office next to him which was making strange noises, she winked at Clark, and said:

You'd better not disturb them... Inside is another friend of Merlin's. Don't worry, he won't threaten the city you protect.

After speaking, the angel flapped its wings and flew out from the open window next to it.

Clark watched her disappear into the light of dawn, rubbed his forehead, and whispered:

Maybe I'm crazy...

But why do I feel like Merlin was talking to me just now... He turned into a woman? No way?

A moment later, Clark picked up his briefcase again, ready to go home and sleep.

Getting the good news put him at ease.

When he was leaving, he secretly put his ear on the door of the office, only to hear some blushing voices...

All right.

Clark looked around with a strange expression, pulled up a sign marked under repair, and blocked the office door, then moved his hands and walked quickly into the elevator.

At the moment when the elevator closed, Clark touched his lower abdomen.

Merlin said he was looking forward to seeing me and Louise's baby...

Louis doesn't go to work today, maybe...we should work hard too?

In the dawn sky of New York City, the angel Luther flapped his black wings.

She flew into the city at supersonic speed, and after a few minutes, she landed on the side of the street in Hell's Kitchen.

She looked at the house in front of her that was rebuilt after the disaster, almost exactly like the original house.

Merlin breathed a sigh of relief.

His eyes were full of nostalgia, he stepped forward and pushed open the door.

The kids aren't home today, they're supposed to be at May's, this room is empty...

Uh, no, someone is here!

Merlin raised his head and saw a woman he had never seen before walking down the stairs.

The woman was only wearing a light gauze, which couldn't hide her beautiful figure.

She was barefoot and her long blue hair flew back from her head.

Has a pretty face, blue eyes.

But there is also an extremely unreal beauty.

Icarus stood by the stairs, and she looked at Merlin who was standing at the door, retracting his wings in the light, with a weeping smile on her face.

Under Merlin's gaze, she stepped forward as if dancing, spinning her body.

While the veil was swaying, she stood in front of Merlin with light steps.

She said to Merlin:

Do you like this body? Every part is your favorite look.

I made it just for you...

not bad.

Merlin rubbed his chin, and looked at Icarus in front of him with a scrutinizing gaze.

After a moment, she said softly:

Sorry I didn't tell you earlier...

Shhhhhh!

Icarus raised her finger and put it to her mouth. She blinked and said to Merlin:

It's all over, I've done some wrong things, I'm trying to adapt...

She opened her hands and embraced the angel in front of her eyes. She buried her head in Merlin's towering chest with nostalgia. She closed her eyes and said:

It's good that you come back...

But I'm curious, Merlin, why did you choose a woman's body? Could it be, you...

Snapped

The expressionless Merlin curled up her fingers and tapped Icarus on the head, she said:

Don't think about it, I just... just this is the only one left at the time.

Holding Icarus in her arms, she said:

Also... this matter is not allowed to be spoken out!

Okay, I'll listen to you.

Icarus let out a series of chuckles.

She raised her head and looked at Merlin who was a head taller than her.

It was Luther's face, but under Icarus' gaze, she seemed to see the soul hidden deep in this body.

She had never looked at him like this before.

Icarus stood on tiptoe, and Merlin's face drooped slightly.

In the warm morning light, two girls kiss each other...

This picture is so beautiful.

Without a trace of lust.

Uh, although Icarus has a soul and a body, she is still a robot, and she doesn't have complex physiological emotions like lust.

This kiss is very pure.

Just to express my thoughts.

This was Icarus's first kiss, she was a little clumsy, but soon immersed in it.

A few minutes later, Merlin pulled Icarus into the living room, she sat on the sofa, Icarus leaned against her arms, she stroked Icarus' long blue hair, she said:

I commissioned you to prepare...

We're getting ready.

Icarus buried her head in Merlin's arms. She closed her eyes, feeling the reassurance. She said:

Zatana is helping Deadpool find the princess, and my omnics are also looking for the progenitor wolf in Europe...but that guy is well hidden.

It's fine if you can't find it.

A gleam flashed in Merlin's eyes, and he said:

I have so many enemies, it's the same to find other people... just need a drop of blood, don't be so particular.

Bone, flesh, blood, and a suitable container, I will be back soon.

She turned her head and kissed Icarus' hair.

she says:

Don't wait too long...

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