Let the whole universe drop SAN together

They were handed a small pile of watermelon cubes in disposable plastic trays.Not as fresh as the one Williams cut in the afternoon, but as Igor said, their plump flesh looks just as beautiful in the light, so it doesn't matter so much whether they taste good or not.

Now they are walking side by side under the street lights, avoiding the crowded and happy crowd, and the colorful fireworks are still playing behind them, but the noisy environment has gone away from them.Azathoth had a strange expression, pressing his fingertips on his lips and rubbing them back and forth.

"Forgive my offense." Igor said.

God ignored him.He struggled to think about this unfamiliar field that he had never considered before: "What? Partner? Love? Sex?" His brain was occupied by messy knowledge that was previously regarded as non-recyclable garbage by the master, while human love The concept is too complicated, and it is not something that the evil god who just tried to live as an individual of this race can understand immediately.

But some things are more obvious.

"I never thought I would be gay..." Azathoth muttered to himself, rather than expressing surprise at his own sexuality, it would be better to say that he didn't realize until this moment: Oh, I'm a man now, I might The lover who exists may also be a man.

Wait, is this the relationship between Igor and him?

why?

He parted a thread of thought and carefully observed every part of the human body, and had to admit that this was indeed the type he liked.

But I thought I didn't like humans—any intelligent beings, exactly?

Look at Arthur, I never want to have this kind of favored person who will always become extremely greedy under the endless satisfaction, and even make requests that would surprise even the gods. Not yesterday, not today, Neither will the future.Let this universe fend for itself, Azathoth thought twelve hours ago, he just wants to sleep in a quiet place...

Then Igor appeared, and humanity fell before his eyes, without making any tentative requests so far.

This usually means they have bigger plans.The evil god squeezed his tentacles tightly in the dark, and he also had to pay some attention to keep the tentacles, whose control power has decreased significantly since using the human shell, from knotting.What would Igor want from me?Oh yes, he wants to have a relationship with me.Or he and some 'me' are already talking.

The god froze for a moment indistinctly.

Until Igor said uncertainly: "Although... well, I remember you said that our biological sex is not the same?"

Azathoth looked at the human beings who had become his favourites.

"You are not a woman."

Igor was silent.

Igor had to raise the question once again: "In my knowledge, human beings have six genders."

**

After a brief briefing.

Azathoth: "You said you can have children?"

Igor was a little helpless: "In theory, yes, but Beta's pregnancy rate is not high..."

"..." The god did not speak.He won't admit that his first reaction is that the little yellow texts fabricated by humans on the Internet will actually become reality... No, wait a minute, isn't this a problem with 'myself'?Because I saw such content by accident at a certain moment, in my dream, I accidentally distorted the future evolution of human beings to a direction that God could not predict.

And 'I' also had that much more intimate relationship with him.

Imagining a large group of small tentacle monsters swarming towards him, Azathoth's face under the hood twisted for a moment.He is becoming more and more unable to understand how all this happened, and at the same time, he is inevitably attracted to Igor, just like there is an addictive smell on human beings.He looked at Igor's gray half-long hair, his handsome side face, and his graceful and powerful steps when he walked like a beast, and felt that he saw an eagle—or some other male bird, stretching Feathers confidently attract their destined mate.

I have great eyesight.

After a few seconds, he had to admit it.

At this time, they saw a photo of Sabrina Guevilla on a newsstand covered with old newspapers.She stood with her lover in high spirits, with an exquisitely shaped engagement ring on her middle finger.

Only then did Igor remember to ask something else: "Sabrina, I mean, why did this lady appear here?"

He asked endless questions, but Azathoth immediately understood what he meant, and replied, "She is an outsider."

"What do you mean?"

Azathoth raised a hand to stroke his chin, and laughed hoarsely. At this time, he looked like an undead creature in a fantasy story.His black dull eyes stared at Igor, smiled and said: "So you don't know, I thought you came here because you were 'exiled' by me."

"...I don't understand." Igor paused, "Isn't this 'Earth'?"

"It's me, how should I describe it, a shadow of the earth that appeared in a dream fragment." Azathoth said, "This is of course the earth, but in your timeline, the earth is no longer suitable for human habitation , what is happening now is the 'past'. I 'cut' this part and turned it into a prison isolated from the world."

They were now in the shadow of an abandoned viaduct and crumbling stone walls.The warm light only illuminated their insteps, and the position further up was already swallowed by the thick night. Igor could see the red, yellow and dark green painted on the concrete wall behind Azathoth. Painted, people used a spray gun to draw the appearance of the robot, and then stamped a big bloody cross on it, as well as fragmentary advertisements and paragraphs of text that Igor could not understand.

"I am his past." The god said softly, "I am a shadow thrown down by him, guarding this world that shouldn't exist for me. If you are a new prisoner, you can also call me prison long."

Igor did not refute his identity: "Is Arthur locked in?"

"You mean that bug?" Azathoth nodded. "I and 'I' both hope that he will behave better. Anyway, the time here is meaningless. Sooner or later, he will understand his situation."

The humans didn't answer right away.

Azathoth stroked his long hair while smiling, and tucked it behind his ears: "But you probably didn't come to look for him. Then it can only be the woman in this photo. She just came here two days ago." .Once there are alien souls, the world fills in the holes by itself, relying on certain qualities of the outsiders to determine their identity."

"Well, is it Sabrina Guevara? She's the patriarch of a big family now. What does she do in real life?"

Igor wanted to ask why Azathoth himself didn't know.

But he still answered the question: "Queen, President, Prime Minister, Consul... Different systems have different names, I think you should understand."

Azathoth: "What about you?"

Igor smiled: "Wanted criminal."

"Oh, what a coincidence." The god blinked quickly, "It seems that I really like you, Igor. Even if I only know you for an afternoon now...it's really weird." He muttered in a low voice , "The role of hormones is so obvious?"

After a short pause, he continued to talk about the business, "This woman should have been brought in by Arthur. He has a very close connection with his ethnic group. Even if he is locked up by me now, that hidden connection cannot be completely severed." .And he really understands me," said Azathoth with a look of boredom on his face. "He knows how I will treat him, and he also knows how to have some fun in his prison life."

Anyway, Arthur is definitely not as cute and cute as he looks.

Azathoth didn't want to do anything to him, but isn't it normal to be imprisoned for doing something wrong?

And this prisoner even always wanted to do some flirty operations under the watchful eye of the warden.

"I can send you and Sabrina Guevara out."

"Then you... what are you going to do?"

"How to do what?" Azathoth felt inexplicable again, "I am in the dream, I am outside the dream, you will always see me."

Igor hesitated for a moment.

This is very bad.

He couldn't... couldn't say that.

But before rationality stopped him, the vocal cords vibrated and made a sound: "Don't you want to go home and have a look?"

They stared at each other in the dark.

"Forgive me." Human beings slowly and respectfully threw out a bunch of outrageous words, "Although you locked yourself here——"

"--I don't."

"Well, I guess you put part of your memory here, like a child who hides under the covers and doesn't look out."

Azathoth looked at him angrily: "Is that how you and 'me' talk?"

"You can punish me as you like, after I finish speaking." The human said calmly, "Master Warden, at least you shouldn't lock yourself up."

He put a hand on Azathoth's shoulder before he asked, "Is that okay?"

The gods acquiesced.

So the human took off his hood, put warm fingers on his collar, and untied those complicated ornaments one by one. "You should be walking on the ground, not looking at us from afar in the stars."

The robe fell on the asphalt road, Azathoth moved his stiff fingers, and they appeared in a clean and warm room, with a bed big enough in the middle, with soft lights shining on both sides candlelight.There was a vague smile on the corner of Igor's mouth, one hand was still on Azathoth's shoulder, and the other hand flexibly unbuttoned his shirt.

"They will be afraid." Azathoth's voice was low and barely audible. "No one wants to see me. They breed hatred out of fear, desire out of greed, and jealousy out of inequality."

"Then you go and love me alone." Igor's unsteady voice was like the devil's whispers seducing humans, and their hugs fell on the bed together, becoming inseparable, "When I monopolize all of you At any time, the hatred and fear and jealousy of anyone and any creature will be directed at me... You will have a sweet dream, I promise you."

You are too arrogant.

The god looked at the loved one in his arms and blamed him in his heart.

How dare you say such a thing?With an insignificant human body, you actually want to make a promise to God?

I don't have such absurd scenes in my dreams.He thought in a daze.And this just means that everything happening in front of you is real.

Or if it's a dream... then let the dream last forever.