[Comprehensive British and American] The Second Coming of the Demon King

Picking up the crystal cup and taking a sip, Monigus looked at the pensive Lucius, "If you want to ask anything, just ask, Lucius."

Lucius looked up at Monigus steadily, his silver-gray eyes did not have the trust and admiration of the past, only full of indifference and anger that was about to come.

"Your Excellency, should I call you Moni or..." Lucius lowered his eyes slightly as he said, his long platinum eyelashes covered the emotion in his eyes, "lord?"

Monigus didn't feel angry looking at Lucius like this, but just felt distressed. He knew what Lucius was thinking.

Sighing slightly, Monigus put down the crystal cup in his hand, and stretched out his hand to hold Lucius' slightly trembling palm.

Lucius struggled for a while, but Monigus held his fingers even harder, and gave up this meaningless movement.

"Lucius, I am Monigus Prince, and I am also Tom Marvolo Riddle. However, the current Lord Voldemort is not me." Monigus explained.

Lucius didn't answer, but still looked at Monigus, indicating that such an explanation was not enough.

"Lucius, do you believe me?" Monigus also looked into Lucius' eyes carefully.

Hearing this, Lucius' pupils shrank slightly, he hesitated and said, "Of course I believe you."

Monigus smiled, and pulled Lucius onto his knee with a slight force in his hand to hug him.

Lucius didn't resist, and let Monigus move, but he couldn't help but blushed when he was hugged by Monigus, who was still half a head shorter than him.

"Lucius, this is a very long story. I traveled through time and space and returned to the magic world with another identity." Monigus lowered his eyes slightly, looked in a certain direction and whispered in a hollow voice.

Lucius listened silently, without interrupting Monigus.

"To be precise, I come from the future. At that time, I was already dead, and then I woke up again and was already in Irene's womb, until I and Sif were born and came back here." Monigus said Gently stroking Lucius' white fingers.

"It's just that the only thing that surprised me is that I lived in the same time and space as myself in my previous life. I think you should have guessed something when I talked to my ancestor just now." Monigus looked at Lucius .

Lucius bit his lower lip, and said with some hesitation: "So, the person now is you from the previous life?"

Monigus shrugged, "It can be said that, but that is me that has been completely broken, although I don't want to admit it at all."

Lucius broke free from Monigus' palm and cupped his face with both hands: "Can you assure me that you are you?"

"Of course." Monigus reached out to attach the back of Lucius' hand.

At that moment, Monigus saw that the indifference and anger in Lucius' eyes were all shattered and turned into watery ones.

Lucius threw himself into Monigus's arms, wrapping his arms around his neck tightly.

Monigus hugged the person in his arms tightly, he could feel the trembling of Lucius' body, and he also understood how much pressure he was under when he took off the layers of veils in front of Lucius.

Feeling the warm liquid occasionally passing across the skin along the neckline, Monigus gently stroked Lucius' back, comforting his fragile lover at the moment.

That's right, a lover.

Since Lucius made such a choice, Monigus would not give him a chance to regret it.

It's just because of Lucius that he has to start a lot of plans ahead of time. After all, there are some things he doesn't want to happen.

When Lucius looked up, except for the slightly red eyes, he could no longer see the appearance of emotional breakdown.

It seemed that because of the crying, Lucius looked a little lazy. He leaned lazily on Monigus' chest, and put his whole body into Monigus' arms.

It's like sitting on Monigus' sofa.

Apart from cursing his current height, the current Monigus can only honestly serve as a cushion for his lover.

"I think Moni's aesthetics are really special enough. Look at this, it doesn't match Malfoy's gorgeousness at all." Lucius lifted the sleeve of his left arm and pointed to the ugly mark.

Monigus touched his nose, "It's actually not bad, isn't it?" As he spoke, he raised his hand and tapped Lucius' Dark Mark.

Lucius was surprised to feel that there seemed to be a force injected into that mark.

Monigus smiled lowly, "What's so surprising, this is the magic I invented, it's so difficult to change it."

"What did you do?" Lucius asked curiously.

"It's nothing, now is not the time to help you get rid of this mark. I changed it for you, so that when he summons you in the future, it won't be as painful as before." Monigus said.

The magic he created himself naturally knew the effect. Every time he used the mark, the skin of the summoned person would be burned, which was of course a warning.

Lucius raised his eyebrows, still looking at the dark mark on his arm with some distaste.

A trace of unknown emotion flashed across the lowered eyes.

After hesitating for a moment, Monigus took out a ring from the magic handbag, pulled Lucius' finger and put it on for him.

Lucius looked at Monigus in surprise, then raised his eyebrows playfully, "Dear Moni, I think you can tell me what this is?"

Monigus kissed his hand with the ring, and said with a smile: "This is a portkey, you can teleport it to me at any time. It can also let me know your location and your condition. In addition , I engraved a magic circle on this ring, which can perfectly resist everything except the death curse."

Lucius fell silent, he knew what Monigus meant.

Hugging Monigus, Lucius said, "Thank you, Moni."

"At any time, be careful." Monigus patted Lucius on the back.

Lucius didn't answer, but just lightly rubbed Monigus' cheek.

Monigus held Lucius's hand tightly, as if with this person by his side, the clamoring beast in his heart could calm down.

Slightly closing their dark eyes, both Monigus and Lucius enjoyed the peace of this moment.

"I think Lucius, we can look behind the other doors." Monigus patted Lucius on the back.

Lucius stood up following the strength of Monigus, and walked to the second door with him.

Before pushing the door open, Lucius held Monigus back.

"Lucius?"

Lucius pursed his lips, and said hesitantly: "Moni, this," he said, lifting the finger that Monigus had put on the ring, "Is there any other meaning?"

Seeing Lucius' uneasy look, Monigus laughed, "Lucius, I thought you understood."

Lucius opened his silver-gray eyes slightly, his red lips trembled a little, "Is that what I thought it meant?"

Lucius' uneasy look made Monigus feel a little sour, he raised his hand to caress Lucius' fair face, "Of course, there is only you by my side."

At this moment, Monigus could clearly see that Lucius' chest, which was slightly heaving due to nervousness, suddenly stopped moving, and his cold silver-gray eyes were suddenly filled with mist.

Immediately, as if it was a treasure that was suddenly polished, the platinum noble began to light up.

The smile on the corners of Lucius' lips widened little by little, and finally he couldn't help laughing out loud, then bit his lips, as if blushing a little because of his gaffe.

Monigus pressed a kiss on his alluring lips, turned around and pulled him to open the second door.

Lucius also seemed to follow Monigus a lot more easily.

Behind the second door is Salazar Slytherin's study.

After pushing open the door, Monigus and Lucius knew the purpose of this room by looking at the bookshelves reaching the ceiling.

The room is large, and the bookshelves are placed like in a library, and there are many classics in different categories.

A dozen or so bookshelves were empty, presumably the books Salazar had mentioned had been placed in the Hogwarts library.

Monigus and Lucius looked through several rooms in turn, which were nothing more than a laboratory, a training room, and a vault.

Even the Dark Lord in the previous life and the richest family patriarch in the wizarding world were a little taken aback when they saw the vault, but they were really rich.

Lucius said with some envy, "Why don't I have such good luck."

Monigus raised his eyebrows, "You are welcome to come to my manor and be my wife. At that time, these are all yours."

It was originally a joke, but Lucius fell silent in frustration.

Seeing Lucius' eyes gradually losing his smile, Monigus knew he had said something wrong, but this was a problem between them after all.

Patted Lucius reassuringly, Monigus believed that he could solve all the problems, as long as he was given time.

Lucius smiled a little reluctantly, after all, he lost his previous brisk mood.

The problem between the two of them was like a sharp thorn piercing Lucius' heart, making him want to yell in sadness.

However, no.

Malfoy is his root, and platinum glory is his pride engraved in his bones.

He can't let Malfoy have any mistakes because of his selfishness, neither the Dark Lord, Prince nor Slytherin can make Malfoy a vassal.

Lucius couldn't help being a little frustrated, and he also felt that he was a little worried about gains and losses now.

When he and Monigus were lovers, he desperately hoped to get Moni's love and become his only lover.

But when Monigus put the ring on him, he flinched again, afraid that because of him, the Malfoy family would be doomed.

Because, no matter how you say it, Monigus was once the Dark Lord.

And how could Lucius not know about the Dark Lord's plans for the Malfoy family?

He admits that now he is scared.

Afraid to willingly jump into the trap set by the Dark Lord in the name of love.