[Zhongyingmei] Love Diary of the Prince of Hell

What's wrong with this honesty

... No, holy water and dragon's breath fire, there should be no angel blade when they broke up.

The second time was the holy oil. After reading the classics, he speculated from a few words that the holy oil enshrined in front of the gods restrained the angels. Then he got the holy oil from the Holy Land Vatican and successfully expelled Beria.Is there a third time?Or, before he decided to seal the dark rift with his soul, he also had a conflict with Beria?

Is there something wrong with his memory?

That's right, if it wasn't for his memory problem, how could the ending of ten deaths and no life come to another world!

He must have forgotten something, right?

He must have forgotten to hurt Beria, right?

"Johnny, Johnny."

An urgent call sounded beside him.

Constantine raised his head in panic, his vision blurred.

A soft touch fell on his eyelids.

Constantine closed his eyes reflexively.

"Shh...shh...Johnny, it's okay, it's okay." Cool fingers caressed the side of the exorcist's neck, slowly relaxing the tense muscles of human beings at the moment, and the tears that fell unconsciously were kissed away , in the gradually clear line of sight is the Lord of Hell with gentle and focused eyes.

"Bei..." Constantine opened his mouth, and the unusually hoarse voice made him close his mouth subconsciously, but the other party obviously knew that he was calling his name.

Therefore, Beria smiled and pressed his forehead against Constantine's, and said slowly and firmly, "I am here."

I am here.

right by your side.

Constantine closed his eyes forcefully, and said with trembling lips, "I'm sorry, Bailey, Bailia."

Beria's eyes widened in surprise, huh?

His family apologized to him?

Reverse it.

"Johnny, dear." Beria looked at Constantine seriously, and said slowly, "I thought I was the one who should apologize."

Constantine looked at Beria.

Letting out a long breath, Beria stared into the eyes of the human beings, and said word by word: "I'm sorry, let us start with a deception, obviously there are countless opportunities to explain clearly, but I am afraid of your possible Responsive and deterred."

It is precisely because he knows Constantine's attitude towards hell that Beria is hesitant, thinking that he can procrastinate for a day.

The situation was as expected by Beria, no, it was more serious than Beria expected, he almost lost his soul mate forever.

"I'm sorry." Beria murmured, "Even so, I can't let you go."

Only he, John Constantine, was the man Beria would rather annihilate than let go of.

"...It's really domineering, Beria." The same sentence, before he came to this world, would definitely arouse violent anger at the level of empty-handed holy oil, but now that he hears it in his ears, I don't know if it is true Stimulated by the death hallucination before, Constantine had a kind of "should be like this" realization instead.

Why use the soul to block the mission of ten deaths and no life?

Somewhere, he had realized that his anger at that time, the boundary between life and death, and the opposition between heaven and hell could not stop him from walking towards Beria again after all.

I can't believe Beria's sincerity, I just feel that the desire hidden in the depths of my soul is extremely ridiculous.I don't want to live in such a state of embarrassment, I would rather end this ridiculous bondage with this method of burning jade and stone together...

He failed, but defeated willingly.

Because he finally realized that he was not alone in the pain.

It turns out that the fallen angels in hell also have sincerity.

"I'm sorry," Beria repeated again.

"If you really feel sorry." Constantine pursed his lips, and looked at Beria calmly with black eyes, "Then, tell me the truth, did I do the wound on your heart?"

Bella froze.

Constantine's body began to tremble again, but he obviously didn't realize it.

"I used Manny's angel blade to pierce through your...heart..."

"Of course not!" Beria suddenly raised his voice, his fingers caressed the temple of the human being, and the soft force diffused into his head, soothing his painful soul, "Is it the effect of the previous medicine? I clearly The medicinal properties have been dispelled, you..."

"I saw the blood on your robe, Beria." Constantine's face was pale, "where the heart is, that's your blood."

An angel's blade piercing through the heart.

Wet hands.

"Satan, Johnny." Beria kissed Constantine's forehead pityingly, and his thoughts suddenly changed. He seemed to understand the true effect of the drugs that had invaded the human body before.

It allowed Constantine to see what he feared most.

Constantine saw himself killing him.

This is what he fears most.

His death is the scene that Constantine fears the most, so when he was summoned from hell before, he would have that expression and attitude.

If only this is the case, Constantine, who is a master of black magic, will not be confused between reality and illusion.But the problem is that Beria's core was indeed severely injured, and he was injured by the laws of this world when he was trying to expand his own domain, and he vomited blood and fell into a coma for a while.

Whether it was stained with the blood of Constantine or the blood left on the heart of the robe, they all supported the damned illusion, which completely confused human cognition.

Beria didn't know whether to thank or hate the drugs that hurt Constantine's spirit.

"The truth is, you never hurt me with Manny's angel blade." Before Constantine could speak again, Beria put his fingers up against the exorcist's lips, softly facing Constantine. His smile became arrogant.Although Lucifer is the arrogant king of hell, to put it bluntly, which of the Seraphim carefully created by the Creator as the firstborn is not arrogant.

"Manny, I know him. He is just an angel who fanatically follows Michael. His angel blade can't hurt me at all."

Constantine opened his eyes slightly.

Beria didn't mind telling his humans more.

"Jonny, I am a seraphim who once stood beside the throne of God. Only the same level of power can hurt me. Manny is just an angel, and his angel blade is not enough to break through my defense."

Angels are not mascots for God to sing hymns and spread the Gospel. They are warriors by nature, and as warriors, they have their strengths.The Seraphim firmly occupies the top of the pyramid of heaven, second only to God who lives in the crystal sky.

Manny wants to "offend", his strength is far from qualified, and Michael is about the same.

Justified.

Constantine frowned, put his palm on Beria's heart unconsciously, and said in a low voice, "Then what's the matter with your injury here?"

Bella was silent.

"Bella!"

"...It has something to do with you." Beria pursed his lips, and he vowed not to lie to Constantine again, even if the truth was hard to tell.

"I witnessed your... demise." Beria's expression was in a trance for a moment, and the pain in his heart made him tighten his arms, dragging the human into his arms, and sticking his lips to the position of his ears .Every word he said could bring about the slight vibration of human eardrums. The tingling feeling made Constantine subconsciously curl his fingers, but the words of the fallen angel shattered that charming mind.

"You died before my eyes, and your soul is nowhere to be found." Beria slowly lowered his eyes and murmured, "You broke my heart."

Thus, his core was broken.

Before the heart was broken, who would have thought that Seraph, like an elf, would be killed by despair and pain.

"you……"

"Johnny." Beria lowered his head and stared into the human eyes, "Losing you will kill me. It is not the prerogative of elves to die out of despair."

Constantine looked at the fallen angel whose expression was stained with sadness. He raised his hand, wrapped his arms around Beria's neck, raised his head, and placed a cool kiss on Beria's eyelids.

I'm sorry, at that time he didn't know how important he was to Beria, he thought... he thought it was a one-sided mud footed by lies.

Who can believe that it is true.

It's true.

There are countless lies between them, only feelings, never adulterated.

***

Under the protection of the double guardian spell, the seriously injured fallen angel and the exhausted exorcist embraced and fell asleep. It was not until noon of the second day that Constantine woke up in a daze from hunger.

He opened his eyes in a daze, and when he finally woke up and realized where he was with whom, he turned his head and met a pair of clear black eyes.

Constantine suddenly wanted to know how many nights during the nights when they embraced each other, Beria, a seraphim who didn't need to sleep at all, was actually awake and peeping at him.

"It's not a sneak peek." The corners of Beria's lips curled up slightly, obviously in a good mood.He stretched out his hand to curl Constantine's black hair, and said with a smile: "I just can't believe that the person I love is sleeping next to me, which makes me wonder whether the peace in his dream Part of it is because of me."

The Lord of Hell stared intently into his lover's eyes: "I want to know if I exist in your dream, and in the dream, whether we love each other like this."

Constantine: "...I didn't have those messy dreams." The heat burning in the pinnae seems to have flowed through the whole body in a short time, but the exorcist still looked calm, or he thought he was calm, " Only an ignorant little girl would be as sentimental as you, thinking wildly about such a silly reason."

Beria was not annoyed either, he sighed faintly, and said, "It's all because I'm fascinated by you that I act like such a little girl."

"...Shut up, Beria." Constantine threw off the quilt abruptly, and angrily covered Beria's head with the quilt.By the time Beria took off the quilt with a smile, Constantine was already in the bathroom, splashing cold water on his face.

The author has something to say:

#818 A hot exorcist who was critically hit by the straight ball of the king of hell#

Constantine: That's enough. Hey, let's be simple. I'm not that good. Let's stop talking sweet words.

Beria: Sweet talk?I'm just telling the truth.I swore I would never tell you a single lie again.

Konstantin: ...it's better not to explain_(:з」∠)_