[Zhongyingmei] Love Diary of the Prince of Hell

Twelve pure black wings spread out, and each feather shines with brilliance. Even though it is as dark as the deepest night from ancient times, it is still breathtakingly beautiful.

In the finally quiet world, many broken pictures began to emerge——

At that time, the sky and the earth were still empty and chaotic, and the gods walked on the water surface shrouded in golden holy light.Under the absolute law, the first creation of the primordial god of this world was born.

The naked creation half-kneeled at the feet of his God, looking up at him with eyes full of admiration and trust.

Bella opened her eyes slightly.

That face looks familiar.

Isn't this the hell lord he fought in hell before he was summoned to the world by Johnny.At that time, Beria realized that the other party was not a demon, but also faintly possessed divinity.However, Beria was in a bad mood at the time, and did not even listen to the other party's self-introduction, so he did it directly.

Although he is the first creation of the world's original gods, this is not the reason why he has a trace of divinity.

so why?

Rarely, a little curiosity arose in Beria's heart.

The images that appeared from time to time were too broken and messy.At one moment, the first creation was looking at its Creator devoutly, and at the next moment it ran away in fear, and then knocked down the ground under the might of God.He knelt on the ground and howled in pain, cursing the God who lived in heaven frantically.

From the whispers of the surrounding creatures, Beria came up with a title that was not a name.

The First Fallen, the first fallen creature in the world, is also the first creation created by the primordial gods.The former is widely known, and the latter is almost unknown.

Belia thought for a moment, he raised his hand, pulling the power in the fragments, trying to reproduce more pictures about the newly fallen one.

A picture gradually takes shape——

"A new race with free will?" The first fallen who had not yet been knocked down from heaven looked at the gods in confusion, "How can a race that can make choices with free will be sure that they will make the right choice? How can they be sure that they will make the right choice?" Will choose..."You?

The first fallen man didn't finish his words, because at that moment, God's expression was terribly frightening, which made the first fallen man feel fear welling up in his heart.

Beria, who witnessed such a scene, looked slightly down.

Free will means free choice, and free choice means... God is no longer the only choice.

The first fall did not say anything wrong, he just proposed the reality that God least wanted to see but the most likely to happen.

At this moment, a powerful force came out from all directions, approaching Beria.

Belial's pupils shrank sharply, and the twelve pure black wings behind him suddenly gathered, wrapping him inside.On the pitch-black wings, the power of black glory is surging, trying to resist this power.

However, when this power was about to fall on his wings, the powerful force full of oppression turned into drizzle and breeze, gently brushing his feathers.

Something opened its eyes behind Belia, but disappeared quietly before he could perceive it.

Belial spread his wings suspiciously, and the chaotic and empty world before had turned into a dense forest shrouded in night.A bonfire was burning in front of him, and an old man with a gray beard was sitting on a tree stump beside the bonfire.

The old man was about sixty years old, wearing a black leather jacket and brown trousers, and a deer hunting cap on his head. He looked like an ordinary old farmer working on a nearby farm.He looked at Beria, raised the kettle and an empty cup in his hand, and said gently, "Would you like a cup of hot tea, kid?"

Beria looked at the old man with an unpredictable expression, his shoulders tensed.After a while, he relaxed and walked slowly to the tree stump beside the old man and sat down.He folded his wings, nodded slightly to the old man, and immediately took the steaming cup with both hands, and said softly, "Thank you."

The old man laughed.

Beria was holding the teacup, and he looked down at the tea with a whole leaf floating in the cup, and himself reflected on the water.

Light blonde hair, blue eyes.

Beria, reflected in the tea in the cup, suddenly changed his appearance.

That was the original appearance of Beria, when he was still in heaven and in charge of the fourth heaven.

***

Ravenskan mental sanatorium.

Although he has already guessed that he may have lost some important memories, but memories alone cannot allow Constantine to retrieve those lost memories. John Constantine's state is a lesson for him.

With a cold face, Constantine tied John Constantine with a rope and ordered him to wait here, and he did not forget to stuff a rag into his mouth.

However, when Constantine put on the clothes of the unlucky caregiver who was stripped off after he hit the sap again, wore a pair of black-rimmed glasses on his face, and held a pretend folder and a ballpoint pen in his hand, he opened this miscellaneous But there was not even a golden hair in sight, and there was only a blood-stained rope on the ground. Constantine dropped the pen with a "slap" and cursed softly.

He should have knocked John Constantine out before leaving!Look, even though John Constantine has forgotten magic, he is really not good at surviving.

Although annoyed, Constantine is not completely helpless.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a lock of blond hair.He snorted, picked out one of the blond hairs, held it in his hand, and began to chant the spell.

Ten seconds later, the golden hair floated up.

Constantine held the hair in his hand, and under its guidance, he walked in the corridor, all the way up to the fifth floor.

When we came to a fork in the road, a strange situation appeared.

The blond hair held in the palm of Constantine was swaying left and right, as if hesitating which side is the direction where John Constantine is, or is he trying to tell Constantine that both are the correct options?

This was something Constantine had never encountered since playing the tracking spell.

"What the hell..." Constantine murmured, either he couldn't find his way, or he pointed in one direction.

Constantine frowned, and he squeezed the golden hair firmly with his palm.With a "tsk", he turned around and rushed directly to the corridor on the left.

Let's take a look to the left first. With John Constantine's toughness, he won't be killed after such a short delay.

After entering the fifth floor, it seems that he has entered an important area of ​​this mental sanatorium. Even if there are patients, they are under the leadership of the medical staff.After stepping into the corridor on the left, there was no one there. The rooms in the corridor were either archives or laboratories.

Looking in through the doors and windows, there are rows of photos strung with string in the archives room, and each photo is an image of a patient being brutally treated.That's not therapy, that's slaughter and abuse.And in those laboratories with test benches and various equipment, although there are no disgusting photos that challenge people's ability to endure, there are black and red marks on the equipment inside. an eyeball.It seems to be telling the people who are peeping into these rooms what happened in these rooms.

Constantine pursed his lips and quickened his pace.

Constantine thought that John Constantine, who lost his memory, was dishonest, and was very likely to break free from the rope and be caught by the hospital nurse. The room of the human body laboratory was disembowelled. With the strangeness here, missing arms and legs is nothing, and missing half of the body may not necessarily lead to complete death.

Constantine thought that his psychological endurance could be ranked among the top [-] in the world, but when he pried open the safety door of the rooftop in front of him and stepped on the roof, he still couldn't help but jumped back a step, opening his mouth to see a series of U.S. Slang swearing.

Constantine was terrified.

Holyshit, that's a damn new thing to say, but it's damn true.

I saw hundreds of bloody corpses lying on the roof of the building.Fresh blood overflowed, smearing a large pool of blood.If there were a few dead people, Constantine would not be able to show such an expression, but the horror is that every corpse lying here has a John Constantine face.

Constantine slowly let go of his fingers, and the golden hair that cast the tracking spell jumped out of his palm and landed directly on one of the corpses.

The blond hair swished twice over the corpse's head, joining the blood-stained blond hair.

But it's moving damn it doesn't stop.

The blood-stained blond hair rolled from one corpse to another, just like the damn tracking spell had gone wrong, the hair was trying to feed back to the consciousness of the spell owner: every corpse here All John Constantine, every one!

"Bloodyhell..." Constantine muttered, what happened here!Rather than convincing him that there was something wrong with the spell he'd cast hundreds of times, he'd be convinced that every dead body here was indeed John Constantine.

So, is it "Escape from Cro-Long Island" or "The Copy Wife"?

Constantine, who had watched several sci-fi movies for entertainment, couldn't help thinking of going there.Although there is only one Dolly the sheep in the world, God knows what those mad scientists are doing behind the scenes.

Those people should go to hell more than Constantine, who chose to commit suicide in order to escape the pain when he was young and ignorant.

No no no, he thinks too much, concentrate!

Konstantin squatted down with a sullen face, and began to inspect the corpses piled up on the roof.

The facial features, the residual magical reactions of the body, and the repeated jumping of the hair under the tracking spell all proved the identity of these corpses.Whether it's clones or magic, they're all John Constantine.

They died in different ways, some died from fatal knife wounds, some died from fire, some died from electric shocks, and some simply lost half of their bodies. Each of them was extremely painful, but compared with the previous Seeing those strange patients in the activity hall, Constantine felt that such injuries should not be fatal, at least in this weird world.

He should now go back to that fork in the road and see what happened at the end of the other road.

Thinking in this way, Constantine stood up and prepared to return along the same path.

At this moment, he heard slightly heavy footsteps at the other end of the security door.

Someone came.

Constantine dodged aside, staring warily at the security door.The door was locked before, and he picked the lock to get up to the roof.If someone has the key, he should be able to guess that there is an unexpected guest.

The security door was opened from the inside.

Constantine held his breath slightly, lowered his body, prepared to seize the opportunity if something went wrong, and knocked the opponent unconscious first.

"Hi." The person who pushed open the safety door was a middle-aged man with an unshaven beard dressed as a care worker. flagon.He must have been so drunk that he didn't realize what the state of the security door lock meant.He waved his hand unusually rudely, and the heavy object dragged by his right hand slammed into the roof with a "plop".

Behind the nurse was a trail of blood, and the heavy object that he dragged all the way here and threw it roughly onto the roof was another John Constantine, a John Constantine who died of disembowelment.

Constantine's pupils tightened.

***

In the deep dense forest, beside a burning bonfire, there is an old but hale and hearty old man, and a fallen angel sitting on a tree stump holding a cup of hot tea in both hands.

A strand of long hair hangs down from the side of Beria's face, it is still pure black, but when it is reflected on the water in the cup, it is a light golden color.

Just a trick.

Beria lowered his eyes, brought the teacup to his lips, and took a sip.

Warm water filled the mouth, slid down the throat, and fell into the stomach.A warm feeling emerged from his body. Even though Beria was still unwilling to let go of his vigilance, the brows and eyes that had been condensed before could not stop stretching.

Compared with the comfort of his body, what Beria really cares about is the warm power acting on his core, which is stronger and warmer than the power he got from the chaotic fragments before.

Beria hesitated for a moment, and finally chose to drink up the cup of tea, but the leaves suspended in the tea before disappeared after Beria drank the hot tea, or, in other words, had been integrated into the tea.

"Thank you."

Beria repeated softly.

"You're welcome, child." The old man smiled hoo hoo, and looked at Beria with unusually gentle eyes. "Seeing you, I can't help but think of my sons."

Beria tilted his head slightly and chose to listen without interrupting.

The old man seemed to have been holding back for a long time because of the mess at home, and after Beria made a gesture of listening, he began to talk about his sons, especially his youngest son.The old man is like an ordinary old father at the moment, he is worried about the children in the family. He recalls how cute and cute his youngest son was, sighs with emotion during that damn rebellious period, and regrets how unruly his youngest son is now.

Beria smiled, recalling the memory of an unlucky demon that he had browsed when he smashed and burned in hell. He thought that he had found the young son that the old man said.

son?

The corners of politely raised lips were unconsciously flattened, and Beria looked at the burning bonfire in a daze.

He thought of his Creator.

His God, his Father.

Did that supreme being ever regard him as a son?

Beria didn't know.

The author has something to say:

#818Spicy Stunned Constantine#

Constantine: Reason makes me want to beat up John Constantine who dragged me into the water, but emotionally...it's so miserable, John Constantine, how many times have you died?Is this Escape from Kron Island?

JohnConstantine: Horror cruise ship QAQ

Konstantin: This is a candle, light it yourself.

***

The reason why Beria failed to realize that his sweetheart was lost was——

He was dragged to a tea party by the God of this world→_→

In DC, the first fallen is actually a part of reason abandoned by God, so he is not an ordinary devil.His idea after entering hell was not to destroy the world, but to counterattack heaven and seize the world for him to rule_(:з」∠)_