communion

"Father also went to downtown today." Rachel sat on the roof boredly, her slender legs dangling in the air, "It's dark and you haven't come back—it's not fair, Rachel wants to join go."

The night wind blew the girl's hair and brought a bad smell.

"Hmm." Rachel wrinkled her nose, "It stinks, where did the next generation come out?"

While complaining, Rachel still carefully identified the source of the smell. The stench in the air became weaker and weaker until it disappeared - in the direction of the downtown area.Rachel's eyes lit up in an instant, and she thought to herself, I didn't run to the lower city on purpose, who told the next generation to escape to the lower city, it would be bad if someone ate it.

Thinking of this, Rachel nimbly jumped down from the third floor, as light as a petal fell onto the grass, brushed her waist-length hair, and the girl smiled slyly, "Come to play with you guys. "

Lilim made herself a cup of coffee, raised her wrist to look at the time, and said to herself: "The little bastard Cantrella must have been tricked away by César again, and he still isn't going home now, what a shame!" of."

Complaints are nothing but complaints, Lilim still showed a smile when she thought of César's caring about Cantrella, "Really, if I'm single, I'd better go back to my room and work."

However, as soon as her front foot stepped on the steps, Lilim smelled a faint and familiar smell keenly. The memories of the past flooded in like a tide. It’s really too long to make a second-generation seed.”

Suddenly, the smell became stronger and stronger, and the sound of sticky footsteps was getting closer. Lilim put on her gloves, kicked off her boots, and was about to open the door to kill, but stopped at the last moment—she heard a A series of light footsteps sounded like a lively girl trotting all the way in small thick-soled round-toed leather shoes——Lilim was entangled, being seen meant that this hard-working identity would be destroyed once, But if it was delayed for a while, that girl would definitely turn into a pile of flesh—after imagining the bloody scene, Lilim didn't dare to hesitate any longer, and decisively opened the door.

The moment the door was opened, Lilim felt that she saw an angel.

It was a petite girl with her back to herself, with long flaxen hair reaching to her waist, a big black satin bow pinned to the back of her head, and the hem of a black tutu skirt covered with complicated lace of the same color. An equally gorgeous parasol, the whole person is as delicate and dreamy as a doll.

The only disharmony was that there were three ugly humanoid monsters in front of the girl. They were lying on the ground with their backs arched high, ready to attack. The girl was motionless, obviously terrified.

Lilim stepped forward, "Don't be afraid, I..."

"Shh." The girl stopped Lilim in a low voice, her voice was sweet and her tone was coquettish. She tilted her head and asked the monsters, "Want to play with me?"

The monster let out a low growl and rushed towards the girl. Almost at the same time, the girl also started to move. She almost gracefully pulled out a rapier from the parasol, tapped her toes, jumped up and landed behind the monster, and chopped it down with a single blow. Before the other one had time to react, it pierced its heart again. Only then did the girl turn around and face Lilim—she was as delicate as a doll, with an inhuman beauty, The only abnormality was that the girl's eyes were completely black, with only a gold rim around the pupils of ordinary people, and her sight was firmly locked on Lilim.

"You are also a second-generation species?" Lilim showed a surprised expression, "How is it possible?"

"It's disgusting." The girl pouted, "I'm different from those stinking monsters. I'm not the next generation. Rachel is nothing but Rachel."

"Is that so?" Lilim was thoughtful. From the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of the last monster intending to sneak up on Rachel. She kicked the monster to the ground and snapped its neck. "I think so." No, you're pretty cute."

Lilim is different from Rachel, every move is full of wildness, showing undisguised killing intent, Rachel couldn't help but stare blankly, and when she looked at Lilim again, her eyes sparkled, "Miss sister, you are so handsome! "

While talking, Rachel ran over "dengdengdengdeng", threw herself into Lilim's arms and hugged her, "Father said that you are his family for the rest of his life. As expected, I like you very much, too."

Lilim was taken aback by the girl's sudden enthusiasm, completely forgetting the danger of Rachel killing a subspecies at once, and subconsciously hugged the fragrant and soft girl in her arms, "Who are you talking about?"

"Meow?" The gold and pitch black in the girl's eyes faded together, and the amber eyes were extremely clear, reflecting the puzzled Lilim, "It's Cantrella."

"You know Cantrella?"

"Yeah!" Rachel nodded obediently.

"Who is he to you?"

"He is the most important person to me." Rachel's little face blushed, and she announced loudly, "Rachel loves mom the most!"

At that moment, Lilim heard the voice of her values ​​collapsing over the years.

On the other side, on the wasteland covered by night.

Cantrella folded his wings and panted slightly. César stopped beside him, sat side by side with him on the top of the abandoned iron tower, and intertwined his fingers naturally, "When you get used to it, you won't feel tired anymore .”

Cantrella looked at the hands he and César held tightly together, without expressing any opinion, and even leaned on César's shoulder.

This is a big break, Cesare thought silently, my cantrella back in a little bit.

"I remembered something again. We used to be very... close. You taught me a lot, thank you." Cantrera was very frank, but his face flushed with pink.

"You don't have to thank me, my Cantrella." César let go of his hand, and wrapped his arms around his waist tightly, whispering ambiguously around his neck, "Besides, I have taught you more than just here."

"Really?" Cantrella sighed, and suddenly straddled Cesar's lap with strength, wrapping his arms around Cesar's neck, "But I don't even remember."

Cantrera's tone was aggrieved and fragile, just like the helpless child who just came to Tartaros many years ago, always subconsciously huddled into a small ball in his arms because of lack of security - this made César The heart was soft and messed up, and it even involved a delicate heartache.

"It doesn't matter even if you can't remember." César stroked Cantrella's back up and down, feeling the trembling of every inch of his muscles and bones, "I love you forever."

"I don't believe you." Cantrella and César are close at hand, with each other's breath lingering at the tip of their noses, but Cantrella's eyes are cold. A series of memories are restored too quickly. Zell's tiny trust and affection grew wildly in his mind, condensing into a terrible love, which made Cantrella almost unable to bear to reveal his soul and body. Faced with this unprecedented emotion, Kanter Leyla subconsciously felt uneasy, "Unless you prove it to me."—Prove that I can hold you firmly.

"Okay." César slowly closed his eyes, "From now on, no matter what you do to me, I will not resist until you feel at ease."

As soon as the words fell, Cantrella grabbed César's neck, put his thumb on his Adam's apple, and exerted a little force, "If I say, only the uneasy factor of killing you can make me feel at ease?"

César raised the corner of his mouth, tightened his arms around Cantrella, and moved inward to the innermost part of the platform on the top of the tower, "I won't be able to hold you when you die, be careful not to get hurt again."

Cantrella, who had experienced many battles in the arena, knew that at this moment, César really let go of life and death for him. If he wanted to, he could easily kill this mysterious and powerful man.

"I really hate you." Cantrella gritted his teeth to hide his uncontrollable crying. He let go of his hand and stared at the red mark he had left on César's fair and slender neck. —or in other words, he couldn't help sticking to César's lips, and took a small bite as if venting his anger.

However, just as Cantrella was about to leave, César held the nape of his neck, deepening what was not a kiss, turning it into an aggressive and erotic act—until Cantrella Leyla struggled due to lack of oxygen, and Cesar let go of him with a lot of thought.

"Now feel at ease." César's abyss-like eyes were full of love, and he reached out to wipe away the physiological tears from the corners of Cantrella's eyes, "My little cutie."