[Western Fantasy] The mystery of life and death

In this chaotic chaos without color and sound, waves of shocks swayed from the depths of the void, both soft and thick, and steadily diffused layer by layer in this chaotic world, ethereal and ethereal The murmuring sound came faintly from far away, resonating with the whole world, endlessly, like a whispered spell, or a mournful chant.

In this heavenly chant, Loka vaguely felt himself and felt his presence.He seemed to be in a cloud of white mist.

The chanting sound lingering around gradually faded away and disappeared, and the white mist gradually thinned. He could vaguely discern that he seemed to be moving forward in the white mist, but he had to move forward for some reason.To the boundless distance in the mist.

Loka walked forward in a daze, sporadic memories surfaced in his heart, he gradually felt that he had important things to do, but he couldn't remember them, he held his head and tried hard, hard thinking, all kinds of broken memory fragments More and more, more and more, whirling around in a mess, making him almost collapse.The world in front of me has become fragmented.

In this shattered darkness, he seemed to feel a dim light again.Gradually, he seemed to be able to see something, but he was confused and unable to think.He felt that he was this darkness, this dark world.He didn't know why there was a faint light in this dark world, so faint, as if it was also a part of this darkness.

In this hazy darkness, there is a black figure.Luoka gradually became able to see more clearly. If Luoka could recall the past at this time, he would recognize that the black figure was a magician.The intricate and delicate patterns on his black robe emitted waves of energy fluctuations, which made Luoka feel confused and dizzy, and Luoka felt that he was almost dissipating in the energy fluctuations again.

The black-haired and black-clothed magician almost merged with the darkness.When he raised his head, his pale face was clearly dazzling against the darkness, but extremely cold.Although his face was soft and delicate, even with a kind of sweetness and innocence like a child, but at this moment, there was a kind of condescending indifference, like a superior who controls life and death.Although he was thin and thin, he exuded a powerful and attractive aura.

The magician with black hair and black clothes slowly raised his hand, his slender and pale hand was stained with blood, he closed his eyes and sniffed the breath of blood, focused and intoxicated.Then he grinned and licked his blood-stained fingers, one by one, with an expression as if he was enjoying it, devoted and focused.

Lorca looked at this scene in a daze. For some reason, he felt that this magician was familiar, but very strange.He saw something vaguely on the ground at the feet of the black-haired magician.Gradually, he could see clearly that it was a dark brown fuzzy human figure, with messy blond hair covering his side face, making it impossible to see his appearance clearly, but the luster of the blond hair was the only eye-catching feature of the bloody human figure in the darkness.

The magician in black knelt down next to the human figure at some point, bent down as if sniffing his face covered with messy blond hair, and seemed to be licking his face carefully, at what seemed to be the lower jaw. a long time.When the magician raised his head again, his pale face was also stained with blood.His lips were stained an eerie red with the dark red blood.The corners of his mouth were drawn upward in what seemed to be a silent smile, a smile that terrified Lorca.There was a dark purple light in his eyes, and Lorca felt almost sucked into the dark purple vortex by him.

The black-clothed magician stroked the fuzzy pile of blood-stained human figures on the ground, and he stroked the man's blond hair lightly, and the beautiful blond hair was soon stained by the blood stains on his hands because of his stroking.The magician muttered to himself, as if he was chanting a mysterious spell quickly, and he seemed to be confiding to the bloody figure on the ground. He was chanting faster and faster, and the speed of his speech made Loka dizzy, and the whole world was filled with, The whispers echoed endlessly, like sparks suppressed in the thick ashes, which would ignite crazy flames at any time.The sound became more and more crazy.

When Lorca felt that he was almost melting in the breath of the magician's spell, the magician ended the chanting.He still leaned over and stroked the bloody figure, from head to body, for a long time.In the end, he scratched the already rotten flesh and blood with his fingers, and then, there was a "pop" sound in the silence, and his slender hand was like a blade, and wiped the position where he scratched just now.

As the magician's hand slowly pulled away from the flesh and blood, bringing out a mass of things, the dark brown blood continued to flow from his fingers, tick tock, and returned to the blood stain where they came from.

The magician held the lump in his hands as if holding a treasure.He buried his face in his hands, seeming to be devouring greedily. With the difficulty of swallowing, his whole body trembled, and when he raised his head again, his mouth was already covered in blood.But he greedily looked at the bloody figure on the ground.The magician leaned down again, moving slowly and gracefully, like a leopard slowly approaching its prey, slowly stroking the wound that had just been pulled out, a purple light cluster slowly gathered in his hand, under his caress, the light The ball submerged into the erosive wound and gradually disappeared.

Loka heard the mage mumbling again, echoing in the silent darkness.This time Lorca could understand him.

"At this moment, you finally belong to me completely." After the magician finished speaking, he seemed to collapse from exhaustion, and fell on the blood-stained chest.For a long time no longer move.

Lorca looked at the two overlapping bodies on the ground.He felt lethargic, and felt as if he was going to dissolve again.But even though the magician fell to the ground and didn't move, he still exuded a seductive aura, attracting lost souls, wanting to follow and accompany him forever.

After a long period of lethargy, the magician finally woke up, but he didn't stand up, still lying on the bloody man.He lay on the bloody body, moved forward a little, and got close to the man's ear.With blood-stained blond hair, he kept whispering, like a lover's gentle whispers.

"It must have hurt just now, right? Infinite pain, you don't have to bear the pain of falling into hell. From now on, there will be no more pain. Let me rule and follow my lead. From now on, your world will only be beautiful, and there will be no more ugliness." And pain, fear, only the most desirable beauty, happiness. A dream, a dream that never, never wants to wake up. Come, my love."

Then the weird magician began to chant in a low voice, the voice was ethereal and ethereal, so beautiful that it made people mesmerized. In the chant of the magician's sleepy whispers, Luoka no longer felt drowsy, felt nothingness, and felt intoxicated. dissipate.He felt that the whole world was filled with clouds of white mist, he felt himself becoming lighter and rising slowly, he felt extremely relaxed and relieved, and gradually he could not feel his own existence, because he had already merged with the clouds of white mist .Forget everything in the world.