What happened to Isaac?

The question of whether Xavier will get married seems to have been lightly exposed by that cigarette, but it seems not.But after that, Isaac started coming home later and later.

He often climbed into the room through the window in the middle of the night. If he was drunk, he would slam the door and insist on Xavier to open the door.The poor angel couldn't help calling Jesus' name every time he saw him - he looked so bad.There are strangulation marks above the Adam's apple with hemp rope patterns, redness and bruises from the fight, deep and shallow teeth marks on the chest, broken skin on the knees, and dislocated wrists.All these ambiguous or vicious injuries were handled by the depressed Xavier himself.

Once, Xavier woke up in the middle of the night and saw that the bathroom was lit and Isaac was lying on the floor.Xavier subconsciously closed his eyes and turned away, but was stopped: "Help, Xavier. It seems that something is left inside."

At this moment, Xavier really wished that he had been lying in bed and not getting up 10 minutes ago.

Isaac is like a cheap communal notebook in a coffee shop, in which anyone can sign or write a full page of obscenities, poking the tip of the pen through the pages so hard that the ink smudges into blots.

"Why are you not breathing anymore?" Isaac turned his head and said with a smile, "Are you angry? Are you going to drive me away?"

"No, no. I just hope you treat yourself a little better," Xavier said, "I'm just giving you advice from a doctor's point of view."

Isaac flicked his tail and suddenly stopped talking.

That night, Xavier had a strange dream.He dreamed of Isaac with his back to him, sitting on the crotch of a man with a blurred face...

"...! Jesus."

After Xavier woke up, he washed his face with cold water in a disturbed state, and just after getting dressed, he heard a noise outside.

Isaac got up very early today and was carrying his new custom-made bookshelf into the house.Xavier stood far away, did not see how the gardener checked the screws with Isaac, only noticed that when Isaac lowered his head, beads of sweat slipped from the back of his neck into his collar.

"Hi, Xavier..." Isaac turned his head when he heard the movement, and before he finished greeting, he saw Xavier jumping into his shoes, holding his hat in his hand, and hurried out.

This is the early spring of 1921, on an ordinary morning, in order to avoid his succubus, the angel of power Xavier fled from home.

He drove aimlessly on the road in the car, and the turntable was playing Handel's "Messiah". Suddenly, the voice of the kingdom of heaven was ruthlessly cut off, and Gordon's voice suddenly interrupted. Big deal:

The 7-year-old son of a maid in a family in Mayfair said he has past life memories. During a Sunday mass, the little boy openly declared: "Heaven is a fucking fraud!" The system, salary and rest issues, etc., caused great panic among the believers on site and the angels stationed on the earth.

The work in heaven is different from the work of ordinary humans. The salary is not paid in pounds. Instead, it is based on the working hours and contributions to determine which planet the angel will reincarnate on and what status he will obtain after voluntary retirement.

However, because reincarnation will cause people to lose all their memories, no one is sure whether they will owe wages or less wages, and no one dares to think about it.Not everyone has the courage to stop losses in time, especially for things that can neither be verified nor falsified.

"Got it, I'll go right away," Xavier said.

"Thank you." Gordon hung up the connection, and "Messiah" sounded again, but after a while, it was replaced by a mandatory full-frequency broadcast:

"Colleagues stationed on Earth, don't panic, don't panic, repeat, this is a conspiracy from hell, don't panic. It has been confirmed that this boy is being manipulated by magic..."

In fact, at this time, because Xavier was driving while drinking tea, and he was still a thousand miles away from Mayfair, he didn't see any bullshit boys at all, let alone confirm anything.

"The angel of power in the jurisdiction, Langdon B. Xavier, is conducting an in-depth investigation on this. The details will be followed up by the "Science Monitor of the Heavenly Realm" in real time. Please subscribe in time. In addition, in order to avoid unnecessary panic, please do not post on the Merlin Forum. Discuss this matter or spread the news to the earth in private, and offenders will face suspension of salary, ban on magic, and 150 days of detention. The notice repeats..."

On the way to the city, the sky became more and more gloomy, the clouds were thin, and there was nothing.

A poorly dressed young man was playing the violin outside a corner musical instrument store. Passers-by in a hurry walked past him with their hats on their hands. No one even turned their heads, as if suffering from collective deafness.

Paradise is a deception.Xavier tapped his fingertips on the steering wheel, chewing on this sentence over and over again, feeling terribly panicked, and wanted to have another cup of tea to calm down.

**

In the evening, when Xavier returned home, it was rare to see Isaac come back earlier than him, squatting on the edge of the flowerbed, not knowing what he was doing.Xavier quietly approached and took a look. It turned out that this guy secretly picked up a handful of flowers while there was no one at home, trying to suck the nectar inside.

Xavier coughed dryly on purpose, Isaac turned his head suddenly, and a flower in his mouth fell out. The frightened expression that was completely out of the situation made Xavier feel a little cute for a moment.

Before he had time to say anything, Isaac frowned suddenly, stretched his neck and leaned over to smell him, looking alert like the Siamese at home smelled that he touched other cats outside.

"Please," said Xavier, throwing up his hands in surrender, "just a lunch."

Isaac shrugged noncommittally.

He wiped his mouth and followed Xavier into the house. Daisy made a pot of tea and poured it for the two of them. Isaac added milk and a lot of sugar, and Xavier only added milk.

Staying in a familiar environment, drinking the same black tea, and facing the original succubus after 300 years, Xavier's mood gradually relaxed, and then he felt very at ease.

After drinking tea, Xavier took a shower and lay on the sofa to read a book.Isaac sneaked into the room quietly and didn't come down until dinner time, Xavier realized something was wrong after a while.He thought for a while, and asked Daisy to deliver the dinner. Daisy went back as usual, shaking her head helplessly at him.

What's the matter?Xavier sighed.

He went upstairs with the plate himself, lingered at the door for a long time, and finally did not knock on the door, but gently put the plate on the ground.

After he turned around, he heard the slight sound of the door opening behind him, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw a figure swaying on the wall, and the cat jumped out of his arms and ran towards the figure.

Xavier paused, without looking back, and went straight back to the room.

Of course he knew Isaac was probably angry right now, and in the long run, maybe it was time to talk to him.But he was also worried that it would appear that he was too attentive, which might give the succubus the wrong hint. After all, he didn't want any extra relationship... at least not for the time being.

The candle at the corner of the table was about to go out, and the flickering light was not even as good as the thin moon outside the window.

Xavier subconsciously tightened his robe.

The author says:

After counting the list tasks, it seems that there will be more updates this week, hey!Manuscript risk...