[Western Fantasy] The mystery of life and death

I don't know how long it took, Loka felt that he was staying in the ethereal chant again, and the soft croon resonated with the whole world.It made him feel that he was bathed in incomparable comfort, and seemed to be rising endlessly.When Lorca was able to see the world clearly again, he saw the brilliant magic circle on the ground, shining with golden light.There is a soft light in the middle of the magic circle.

Luoka was curious about what it was, and saw it clearly in a flash. There was a person lying in the center of the light ball. To be precise, this person was floating in the air in the light ball.He was barefoot, and he was only wearing a soft white robe, the sleeves of which fluttered gently, but chains were wrapped around his body.

Lorca looked at him curiously. This is a blond-haired Alanti young man with a tall and tall figure and deep and three-dimensional eyebrows.Fairly handsome even among the Arantis.He was wearing a white robe and floating in the air. His pure golden hair was coiled and flowing, refracting dazzling light in the soft light, as if melted by the sun.But he was wrapped in chains all over his body, and his hands were folded on his chest as if praying. This posture was like a bound child of light, exuding a holy breath.

Loka thought he looked familiar, but couldn't remember where he had seen it.She looked at his face more and more curiously.The more I looked at it, the more I felt that his expression was very strange.This handsome blond youth was staring obsessively at the sky with his eyes half open, as if there was something in the void that attracted him and made him addicted to it, his dull blue pupils were dilated and empty.His thin lips parted slightly, as if yearning for something, and seemed to have just breathed out all his vitality in relief.

What's up with him?is he still aliveWhy are you bound in chains?

Suddenly a hand reached into the light ball, as if in order to touch the person floating in the light ball, the man in black walked into the light ball.Lorca looked at it for a while before realizing that he was Mason!

At this time, Mason became that terrifying mage again.His eyes turned dark purple again, with a more and more breathtaking light, and his eyes were firmly attached to the floating blond young man, his eyes were burning with madness, paranoia, greed and longing. Panting quickly, it seems to be restraining panting, like a beast slowly approaching its prey enduring extreme hunger and thirst.

Panting, he approached the floating person, bent down, closed his eyes, and sniffed the person's breath greedily and obsessively.He was extremely involved in sniffing, and this scene made Loka feel very intrusive. He sniffed with all his strength as if to suck away all the vitality of that person.

Lorca couldn't help worrying about him, wondering what happened to Mason.Why did he become like this?Is he sick again?

Mason gasped for a moment and fell silent.Lorca found that Mason who had calmed down had a powerful aura that made people want to follow him with all his gestures.He raised his hand, and the chains slowly swam away obediently like a long snake, and were slightly loosened, lingering and floating around the man.It was only then that Lorca realized in a trance that he was using the chains, not summoning himself.

Mason walked around the floating man, stood aside and stared at him quietly, then stepped forward to pick up the folded hands of the man on his chest, opened his arms, and gently He unbuttoned his white robe, and the robe and chain were taken down to his waist and crotch, revealing the man's toned upper body, with firm and well-proportioned muscles, and the skin all over his body was as radiant and radiant as moonstone.Mason seemed to be dipping his fingers in something and scratching on his body, but it didn't leave any marks on the skin. The energy fluctuations that flashed through the air seemed to Lorca to be a kind of magic pattern.After drawing a magic formation, Mason turned him over carefully. The man was floating with his back upwards. Mason continued to draw complex magic formations on his perfectly lined back.

Finish drawing the magic circle on the back.Mason turned him over again, on his back.During the whole process, the blond youth floated in the air without any reaction, only at the mercy of Mason.

Mason grinned and bent upwards with a smile, as if appreciating his own work with satisfaction. He gently took the man's hand and kissed it greedily. When he reached the wrist, he suddenly bit down hard. The wound did not bleed .Then he went around and took the man's other wrist and took a bite too.Mason bent down again, licking the man's neck intoxicatedly, all the way to the strong chest, and suddenly Mason bit a wound on his heart.

Then Mason took a step back reluctantly, and the dark purple light in his eyes shone.Long lines of blood flowed out from the wound he bitten, like wisps of blue smoke that floated to a high place, gathered at a high place, and then flowed into a small bottle in Mason's hand.

This process went on for a long time.Lorca felt that all the blood in the man's body was about to be radiated.He didn't know what Mason was doing.

Loka vaguely felt that all this was like a weird sacrificial ceremony.The handsome blond young man is like a perfect moonstone sculpture emitting a slight glow throughout his body, like the most exquisite sacrifice in the world presented above the magic circle, waiting for the gods to enjoy.He gazed into the void obsessively, as if there was something there that fascinated him deeply, he opened his arms to welcome everything that made him so intoxicated, unaware that his blood was continuously floating into the air, as if he was He is willing to sacrifice his whole body and mind to the unknown gods.

The small bottle in Mason's hand didn't seem to be full.Lorca was a little afraid of that bottle.There seemed to be an abstract pattern of a beast flashing on it.The magical fluctuations emanating from the patterns made Loka shudder.

The ritual lasted for a long time, almost draining the man's blood.

Mason actually lifted the bottle and drank all the blood!

The whole process seemed to consume a lot for Mason, he didn't have the strength to continue supporting the spell, and the bottle fell to the ground.The person who was floating in the air also fell down.Mason seemed to have expected it, carefully caught him, and put him gently on the ground.

Then Mason fell to the side, dazed, and seemed to faint on the ground after shaking.

Lorca was full of doubts, he was worried about Mason, and also worried about the man whose blood was almost drained.He faintly remembered the rumors of the "Devil's Messenger".What the hell is Mason doing, is he going to kill the man?Does Mason know what he's doing?Will that person die?

After an unknown amount of time, Mason woke up.Lorca found that Mason had returned to the Mason he knew and was familiar with at this time.Mason stared blankly at the people on the ground, shed tears, and trembled slightly because of fear or sadness.Mason looked helpless and sad like a frightened and lost cub, which made Loka feel distressed, and he habitually wanted to hug him, but he didn't know how to do it.

Mason cried for a while, crawled over and bent over, not knowing what he was doing, and seemed to be stroking the man's face.Then he picked up the man with one hand, gently held the back of his head and kissed his slightly parted thin lips.The more Mason kissed, the more he devoted himself, as if this kiss that exhausted all his strength was going to crush and melt the man.Mason's tears kept pouring out, soaking the man's handsome face. His half-opened eyes were still empty and dim, and he didn't respond to Mason's strong and turbulent affection at all.

This long kiss seemed to have stopped in time.Mason finally left the unconscious thin lips.At this moment, Mason was panting a little. He still looked at the man with tears in his eyes, stroked his hair, his face, and kissed his forehead tenderly and wearily. As gentle as caressing a cloud, but full of endless sadness.Mason huddled with him, buried his head in his neck, like a lost and lonely cub whining and wanting to draw warmth and comfort from him.Mason's tears were also as turbulent as his deep affection, as if they had been flowing endlessly, wetting his temple hair, his cheeks, his shoulders and neck with even texture, the tears flowed all the way across his perfect body like a moonstone sculpture, and bloomed all the way Blooming red, like falling flowers.

Lorca felt the air around him be filled with Mason's deep sorrow and fierce love.He never knew that Mason was hiding such deep and strong feelings under his quiet appearance.The Mason I used to know was just a quiet small ice hill on the sea surface, but I didn't know that the majestic and huge iceberg was actually connected to the sea.Lorca didn't know who he was kissing at this time, it should be someone who was very important to him.Looking at the man, it seemed more like a lifeless corpse.Does Mason know what he did to him just now?If he knew, would Mason be in more pain than now.

Loka looked at Mason ecstatically embracing the hopeless deep love, and indulged in unresponsive affection. His heart was tangled in sadness, and he felt that the whole world was soaked in sadness and became heavy. .He had the feeling of wanting to cry, and the tears became very heavy, perhaps the whole world had already been immersed in heavy tears.The overlapping figures of Mason and the blond youth gradually dimmed, the light of the magic circle on the ground gradually dimmed, the light of the man's body also gradually disappeared, and the glowing chains underground also dimmed.The entire cave lost its light source and was engulfed in darkness.