The Crowned God [West Fantasy]

The moon in the sky was slowly covered by the clouds, and the sentry towers were lit one by one. This is the border of Aerys, far away from the center of the city. Except for the occasional soldiers coming and going under the high city walls, everything is unbelievably quiet.

A blond man stood on the wall, looking at the distant town and palace.

After such a distance, even Camillo can hardly perceive his position... Amedeo closed his eyes and smiled helplessly.

He should have liked that guy.

When Camilo was on Lingling Island back then, he was still young, and he liked to stare at him secretly, and every move seemed to please him.He only thinks this is a child's quarrel, even a little naive, one is the god of the devil world, and the other is the young master of the dragon clan, there should be no connection between them.Even if he has some feelings for Camillo, it can only be called God's care, because the boundary between God and man must be clear.

But what happened next was completely beyond his expectation. When Camillo defected from Dragon Valley, ascended to the altar, and even led the cavalry to occupy half of the Demon Realm, and said to him "I will take you away", he had already grown up. For a very attractive man, Amedeo couldn't look away at all.

Camillo even had the grandest wedding for him, with golden carriages and elegant gowns, and those vows said in church...

He remembered all of these, but he could no longer recall the impulse of love, maybe too much time had passed, or when "another Camillo" disappeared, he took away his enthusiasm with him.

He understands that these two souls are one person, he understands, he understands!But every time he saw Camillo, he couldn't help himself from thinking about the other person.

Amedeo actually regretted it a bit. He shouldn't have come out tonight. Perhaps it would be a more rational decision to lie on the bed and wait for the king's blessing.Because if his behavior offends Camillo, when the soul he loves reappears hundreds of years later, Camillo may not love him anymore, and may even hate him.

His heart throbbed, and he couldn't even think about this ending.

Amedeo uneasily opened the book of handwritten poems he carried with him, and traced the writing on it with his fingertips under the faint skylight. It felt as if Camillo was still by his side, as if he Back to the peaceful and comfortable 50 years.

Just as he was engrossed in reading it, a dense spiritual pressure came down without warning, and the pages of the book were rattled.

This is Camillo's sensory spiritual pressure!

Amedeo hastily closed the collection of poems, and when he turned around, he met Camillo's dark eyes. He stood on the wooden pin on the edge of the sentry tower and stared at Amedeo condescendingly.

"I've been looking for you for a long time."

After saying this, he jumped down from a high place and landed beside Amedeo, and at that moment took away the collection of poems that Amedeo hid in his sleeve.

"And you are here to read such boring things." Camillo turned two pages impatiently, and the restless dark elements emanated from him, and before getting angry, Camillo suddenly realized...

"No...this is my handwriting..."

"Classical poetry... I don't remember ever copying such a boring thing," he then flipped through more than a dozen pages, all of which were covered in his handwriting, "tsk, it's all cumbersome rhetoric and boring sentences."

It's boring, it's so boring.

Camillo casually threw the book to Amedeo, and seeing that the other party took it as if it was a treasure, he suddenly became in a good mood, and laughed jokingly: "Oh, I asked you to sleep at night, why didn't you Come?"

Hearing that laugh, Amedeo's heart was stung for a moment, as if he had been greatly insulted, his eyes turned cold instantly: "Camilo, there are countless men and women who want to sleep with you in the Northern Demon Realm, the servant Doesn't the roster meet your requirements? If not, I can help you find it right now!"

Camillo frowned, with a pathological paranoia in his eyes: "Then why... only you can't do it?"

He grabbed Amedeo's arm. This kind of force can even crush the bones of ordinary people. Even Amedeo can feel obvious pain.

He tried to struggle against the shackles of Camelot, but was forced to ask: "Why don't you? So many people worship me, love me, and want to climb into my bed to become the next queen, why can't you alone!"

Amedeo was forced to retreat step by step, the raging dark elements even began to corrode the air, he finally couldn't bear it anymore, and furiously said the truth: "Because I don't love you anymore, I don't have any feelings for you anymore! Camillo, even if we lie in the same bed, I won't feel anything for you, do you know what I mean!"

These words were like two sharp knives piercing Camillo's heart, and the heart-piercing pain rolled in his blood. Camillo clenched his fists in pain, but he only paused for a few seconds, and then smiled strangely. up:

"No... I don't understand, and I don't need to understand."

Camillo put his arms around Amedeo, kissed his neck and collarbone roughly, and would even bite like a wild beast and leave bright red marks on each place, "I don't understand, I just want you."

Blood dripped down his neck, and Amedeo frowned in pain, trying to push Camillo away: "Let me go!"

"Shhh, don't move." Camillo said as if coaxing a child, but as soon as he finished speaking, Amedeo stiffened and couldn't move.

He knew that conditioning had come into play.

Even though he couldn't resist, Camillo was still kissing sadistically, wanting to possess him overwhelmingly, and then Camillo unbuttoned his shirt and leaned all the way down.

"Damn, are you kissing! You hurt me!" The stabbing pain in his chest angered Amedeo again.

"Camilo, do you understand human speech? I told you I don't want to have sex with you."

"You crazy bastard, you can only think with your lower body!"

Amedeo scolded all the time, but his body could only nestle in the arms of the other party stiffly, allowing the other party to kiss and grope, and there was nowhere to hide.

When Camillo put his hands on his belt, Amedeo, who had been scolding all the time, suddenly fell silent. He stared at Camillo seriously, and said word by word: "Stop! It exists to protect the demon world, not to satisfy the shameless desire of the monarch, you don't want to use restrictions to force me, because I would rather die than do it..."

The suffocation instantly locked his throat, and he couldn't utter a word.

"Don't say die, it will be a bad omen." Camillo pressed his index finger to his lips, like an intimate gesture between lovers, while his other hand was tightly pinching Amedeo His neck was covered with blood from his hands.

"Hey, I'll give you another chance. Answer me after you think about the answer."

Camillo let go of his hand slightly, and the cold night wind rushed into his throat. Amedeo took a few breaths, looked at Camillo's murderous eyes, and calmly uttered a resolute word: "... No."

In the next second, his throat was tightly locked.

"It's really merciless. Since you won't give in even if you die, then—please die~" Camillo whispered close to his ear, and then pressed him to the edge of the city wall, letting go. push.

Amedeo's pupils suddenly dilated, and his body fell straight down from the city wall, and he was still restrained and controlled, unable to even save himself.

Camillo turned around and said with a leisurely smile, "I've said it all, this is a bad omen."

There is a moat around the city of King Iris, and he knows that Amedeo will not be in danger of his life.

He took two leisurely steps forward, and suddenly stopped. Just now, he suddenly remembered that because the water conservancy project has not been completed, there is no water in the river in this area!

Camillo turned around and jumped off the city wall almost immediately. He continued to step on the spiritual pressure to speed up his fall, and even the hair rope was torn by the gust of wind, but he was still too slow, and he could only watch helplessly. Amedeo was getting closer and closer to the empty river.

Dark elements emerged from the bottom of the river, gathered more and more together, and surprisingly turned into clear water.

The two fell into the water together. Camilo grabbed Amedeo in the water and carried him to the river bank step by step. Amedeo looked in shock at the river that appeared out of nowhere in front of him. This must not be any kind of Magic, because these flowing waters are alive, and only the Creator God can create life.

"Creation...you have reached the realm of creation?" He looked at Camelot in disbelief.

Camillo remained silent and did not answer him. He walked to a gentle place with Amedeo in his arms, and then knelt down limply, as if all the strength in his body had been removed.

"I'm sorry," he lowered his head, his voice showing anxiety, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done this, I shouldn't have shut myself up and let the dark side handle everything, it almost...almost turned into a Blunder."

Amedeo noticed that his hair rope was gone, and his long, soaked black hair hung loose behind his back. The hanging strands of hair covered his sinister and strange eyes, and even the lifeless dark elements were gone. , appearing much softer.

He moved his fingers a little and found that he could move, so he gently grabbed Camillo's hand as a comfort, his neck was hurting and he didn't want to say more.

Camillo seemed to be inspired, he raised his head and stared at Amedeo with bright eyes: "I will make you fall in love with me again, for sure!"

At that moment, Amedeo seemed to hear the guy from the dark side saying the same thing, arrogant, domineering, but childish and cute.