communion

"This is..." Cantrella stared at the smoke, which was condensing into a spider at a speed visible to the naked eye, and "crawled" out of Cantrella's chest bit by bit—but surprisingly, it didn't hurt, only not very strong The burning sensation, "Is your heart?"

"It's ours." César stretched out his index finger, and the spider consciously entangled it, penetrating into César's skin bit by bit, as if it had been precisely measured, exactly half of it penetrated, and the rest And obediently drilled back into Cantrella's body.

—like a cryogenic flame.

Cantrera relaxed involuntarily, the exhaustion accumulated earlier came like a mountain avalanche, he was drowsy, his eyelids closed together little by little, he found the most comfortable position in César's arms, and fell into At the last second before the dream, he muttered indistinctly: "You lied to me, it obviously doesn't hurt..."

"Of course I lied to you." César hugged Cantrella tightly, "You are so cute, I can't help but want to bully you..."

Perhaps it was the reason why he shared his heart with César, this time, Cantrella not only "remembered" his past...

César is the will of Tartaros, from the very beginning, Tartaros is César, César is Tartaros.

Tartarus has a red sky, black rocky ground, a gray castle standing silently between sky and earth, and nothing else, Tartarus has no life, it is a dead world.

[Hell], this is how humans define Tartarus.

[Devil], the first person who summoned César defined César in this way.

César sat on the granite steps. The cool wind blew his long pale golden hair. He closed his eyes and tapped the ground with his fingers casually. collapse.

Suddenly, he felt a slight fluctuation, as if someone was trying to penetrate Tartarus' flawless barrier and convey something to him.

"It's coming again." César stood up and disappeared into the air in the next second.

César turned into black smoke and slowly appeared in the gorgeous and luxurious palace. The candle made of whale fat gave off a faint smell, and the flickering candlelight made the two humans in front of him look like ghosts—— An old man with white beard and hair in a white robe, and a gorgeous young man wearing a gold crown, when they saw César, they bowed deeply.

"Master Devil." The old man said, "Please calm down, we didn't intend to disturb you, we are willing to offer you the most beautiful and precious treasures, just to pray for your mercy."

"What do you want?" César didn't use the original voice, the extremely rough bass was mixed with Fengming—it was indeed a voice that only hell can have.

"We want a drop of your blood." The old man flattered, "Only you can save the declining human race."

"Okay." César responded slowly, and the black smoke pointed directly at the young man, "I want the king's only blood relative, and he will be a sacrifice to Tartarus."

The king, that is, the young man, clenched his fists, looked at the old man, and said in a low voice, "I promise you, within five days, I will give you my only younger brother."

"I'm looking forward to it." César smiled lowly, no one could see the cruel expression on his face - he would not open the barrier of Tartarus, the younger brother of the king's only relative would just fall off the cliff Torn apart, and Tartarus did not receive the sacrifice, the contract between César and the king would not take effect—humans would get nothing except the loss of their loved ones—this was César’s usual method.

Only this time, César's method is doomed to fail.

One second before César was about to leave, he sensed a certain resonance—there must be a soul that was extremely compatible with him nearby, a soul that seemed to belong to Tartarus—surprise, curiosity, love , longing, mixed with strong possessiveness, these strange emotions appeared for the first time in Cesare's rock-like heart, without any hesitation, Cesare followed the resonance of the soul, and appeared in a certain place next to the capital. In the city.

That soul lives in the largest mansion in the city, adorned with lilies of the valley and roses.

César appeared in reality in some mysterious way. He walked out from behind an old yew tree, searching around for the soul he wanted to find.

However, before he took a few steps, he felt the breath of the soul rushing towards his face, and then, he was hit by a warm and soft little thing - a human cub - with a body that fit him perfectly Cubs of the soul.

The little thing rubbed his forehead and looked at him with his white and tender face. He had extremely pure purple eyes, which made César feel dazzled for a moment under the sunlight. The little guy looked shy and sorry, and softly looked at César Say, "I'm sorry, sir."

"It's okay." César knelt down and smiled for the first time, "What's your name?"

"Cantrella," said the little one, "Cantrella Constantine."

"I see." César nodded, "You are very cute, I hope we can meet again."

Cantrella was frightened by the fiery eyes of this strange adult, and ran away embarrassingly.

César watched him on the spot for a long time, and finally returned to Tartarus in the form of smoke.

No one noticed that on the back of Cantrella's neck covered by slightly long black hair, there was a small spider mark quietly dormant - Tartarus' passport.

Returning to Tartaros, César had a tangle for the first time in his life—snatch Cantrella back to Tartarus now, or wait for Cantrella to grow up and use his inner weakness to lure him Come in - César doesn't feel like he's committing a crime, but faintly excited, a soul that can sync up with him, a cub that's so cute - who doesn't like it?

Three days later, César stood up with an extremely firm expression—he decided to go to Cantrella now.

At this moment, he received the first surprise in his life - he was very close and sensed Cantrella - it was as if he was throwing himself into a hug.

César raised the corner of his mouth, turned into smoke and left Tartaros, and went straight to where Cantrella was - then he saw Cantrella being pointed at by countless gunmen, and an old man who looked familiar raised his hand, his tone Very sinister, he said: "See off the prince."

As soon as the voice fell, the police pressed on step by step, and the young Cantrella, like a deer surrounded by wolves, retreated step by step in despair—until he retreated to the edge of the cliff, and there was no way out. Sad purple eyes took a last look at the man who wanted to kill him, and fell back decisively, falling into the hellish abyss.

At the same time, a reagent bottle appeared in the old man's palm, with a drop of black and red blood inside.

At the same time, César tightly hugged the fallen Cantrera. The emotion in Cantrella's eyes infected César in an instant, and made this Tartaros' who had lived for thousands of years The will was so painful that it couldn't be added for a moment, César said almost cautiously: "The sky of Tartarus is red."

——So don't be afraid, below the cliff is the sky of Tartarus, the red sky that belongs only to us.