What happened to Isaac?

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You've taken good care of your succubus.

Some of the good-natured angel friends say this, and it sounds like they're talking about a nice shiny dog, or any other pet for that matter.

Xavier is indeed taming his succubus.For example, don’t correct his brutality and rudeness, don’t teach him any skills that should be mastered in a civilized world, use pain to control him, and give a little tenderness or kindness according to his mood-the uncertain god is the most fearful.

Succubus Isaac is indeed an obedient dog, although he sneaks out occasionally, he will soon return home.Although the angel won't admit it, he really likes the way Isaac can't do without him.

What did Isaac go out to do?Xavier didn't bother to ask.He just often felt like a garbage dump, recycling succubi with severed arms and legs, blind eyes, and lost two and a half liters of blood, but that wasn't the worst of times.

That was probably two years ago?I don’t really remember, that time Isaac left for half a year, so long that Xavier almost forgot about him.But he's back, mostly intact—and even a little bit more, with a chubby belly, to be exact.

What's the matter with you, Isaac?Xavier asked.

"I'm fat." He said vaguely.

……

Isaac didn't know when he lost consciousness. When he woke up, he found himself in the guest room with the doors and windows locked.

"I know you're good at picking locks," Xavier said from outside the door, "but if you go out this time, don't come back."

The rustling sound in the room hesitated for a while, then stopped completely.

There is no water or food in the room, which is a trivial matter for the devil, not to mention that there is a reserve food in his stomach.But at the same time there was no communication, no contact, which almost drove Isaac crazy.The only time Daisy opened the door secretly to shave him once, and the country woman's hand touched his face, so rough but so warm, but Isaac never saw Daisy again.

Xavier locked Isaac in the room alone for a long time, and every time he passed by, he would hear the sound of knocking on the door.Isaac cursed him, Isaac begged him.In the end, Xavier let him out of the room. The succubus, who had not suffered any real abuse, was frighteningly emaciated. Xavier could feel that Isaac hated him so much, but couldn't help it when he held out his hand Hold it up.

"I forgive you," Xavier said.

Isaac rubbed his face against Xavier's palm, whimpering softly.

The relationship between the two seems to be back to the past.Isaac stopped going out for long periods of time, but he often came back with a wounded body.

For example, this time, he was badly wounded, his lung was pierced by a .

"Do you want to die?" Xavier asked him. "Lie down."

"I can't breathe anymore." Although Isaac said so, he still put his arms around Xavier's neck.Grabbing his wrist, he grabbed his glove and tore it off.

Isaac's face bears the anxiety and confusion generally seen on the face of a person who has lost a lot of blood. Blood is continuously pouring out from the penetrating wound and rubbing against Xavier.Xavier was very white, with the sickly complexion so common in this day and age, set off like a starched white shirt by profuse blood.

……

"Can you hear me clearly?" Xavier asked. "Tell me yes or no."

"Yeah," Isaac said.

"I'm covered in blood." Xavier said helplessly.

"My blood." Isaac rubbed against him again, his breathing was rapid and shallow, and he could hardly feel his pulse.

"Aren't you in pain?" Xavier put on clothes for himself, "Maybe you have to change to a new body."

"It hurts," Isaac murmured. "It hurts. I can't breathe. Kiss me."

"I don't kiss you," said Xavier, "you don't even care about yourself, why should anyone else care about you?"

Isaac watched him silently, out-of-focus green eyes that seemed just out of the water.If he's one of the smart guys around Xavier, he might tell Xavier: You're getting cause and effect wrong.But Isaac is not, he is just a pet-like thing, not very smart, not to mention in the state of blood loss of two and a half liters or more, not to mention taking banned drugs.

Now his heart rate was very, very high, and in a trance, it felt like love.

And it was at this time that Xavier looked at Isaac like this, felt very pity in his heart, and at the same time imagined the sound of breaking his neck bone with his own hands.

One question is: if anyone can hurt him, why can't I?

"Do I scare you?" Isaac asked.

Xavier shook his head: "In 1916, I saw people who were in a much worse situation than you." Those people might have been the sons of whom, but when they appeared in front of Xavier, each one seemed like a monster.

"But you scare me a little," Isaac said.

Xavier smiled.This is his usual way of laughing at those older ladies, shy and charming, between teenagers and youths.

Xavier kissed him.

Isaac even had the taste of blood in his throat, but maybe not.Smell will affect people's judgment. When you smell meat, you will feel like eating apples; when Xavier smells the blood on Isaac, he is sure that he wants to turn him into a corpse for a moment.

Scalpels, scalpels... rubber medical gloves.

Xavier splits Isaac with the blade.From the throat to the lower abdomen, there is a long and straight opening.It's not the way you do any surgery, or even the way a forensic doctor dissects a male corpse. When he opened Isaac, it was like an ordinary person doing it.

Isaac isn't dead yet, at least not so soon, the devil.There was only the salty smell of blood in his body, some steaming smell, Xavier couldn't tell, but he knew that if he was cut open, he would probably be in the same situation.Like a dummy, some plastic thing with just human features.

The people Xavier had seen were not like this. Those messy yellow, white, and red intestines gave off a strong and weird stench without any wounds.At first he thought it was boring, but the thought of not having to clean the room so much seemed to be all right.

"I saw a young man. When he was sent to my operating table, two-thirds of his intestines were exposed, some had been blown apart, and anyone knew he would not survive. His expression It's like screaming, but because the abdominal cavity is ruptured, I can't make any sound at all, just like you are now."

Xavier puts his hand into the wound, probably something Frankenstein couldn't avoid doing when he was putting the body together.Why do you suddenly think of Frankenstein?He slowly withdrew his hand from Isaac's abdominal cavity, with a sticky sound like inserting his fingers into a jar of minced meat sauce, a puddle of chewed and spit out, exuding a strong smell of rusty metal .Intestines leaked from the wound, mixed with pulpy blood, like worms and snakes.

"I knew he was in pain, but I didn't give him morphine, because it's possible that the soldiers who survived were worth more than him. Isn't it surprising that he was the equivalent of a dead man, but still alive? He lived for hours. That The eyes...those green eyes were begging me to shoot him. But I didn't.

"In fact, I still can't help but think, why did they bring him back from the front? If I hadn't seen it, I wouldn't have remembered it."

Isaac didn't answer.He didn't know when he silently died.His head rested on Xavier's lap, a very heavy object.

Xavier stroked his red hair, strands damp with sweat, sticky at the roots.Perhaps at the earliest he would be back tomorrow morning, or evening, or evening.Wish it was earlier so we could have a meal together.

Isaac's body was heavy.Xavier was too much work to drag him alone, so he decided to put Isaac in the room first, and let him bury his previous body when Isaac returned.

After planning, Xavier mopped the floor and moved Isaac to an impermeable cloth, lest he find blood soaked in the gaps between the wooden floors the next day.Originally, he wanted to move Isaac to the bed, but he couldn't, so he had to lie on the ground.Then Xavier took a shower, the room smelled so bad, he hesitated to sleep in the guest room, decided to accompany his demon, and simply slept with the window open all night.

Isaac's body was very quiet.Still, Xavier prefers the talking one.He lay in the middle of the night, did not fall asleep, got out of bed once to look at Isaac's body, lifted his eyelids, and licked his green eyes quickly with the tip of his tongue.It's tasteless, cold, and not too fish-eye-like, and Xavier couldn't find anything to compare it to.

"Good night," Xavier said.

**

After that day, Xavier turned back into the gentle angel of power again, but this did not affect him to retrace the nightmares that had plagued him for many years on Isaac.

A soldier with half a bullet embedded in his skull died of meningeal perforation during the operation; a soldier was amputated at a high position and committed suicide with the last bullet while he was turning around; a soldier lost his right leg and died of wound infection a week later.One hundred mass murders, one thousand wounded, ten thousand dead bodies on the front line.

Demons are not easy to die, as long as the parts are not missing too much, they can repair themselves.While Xavier will sew him up, it will still take a long time to get back to health, not to mention those zipper-like scars that seem to be able to open something extra, which must be with him for a long time.Xavier couldn't help touching Isaac every day when he scrubbed it.

"Will you heal? Will you survive?" Xavier pressed his trembling, cold lips to the pinna of Isaac's ear, "Tell me you won't die like them. Swear to me that you will always be with me. "

Xavier held Isaac's face in his hands without taking off his bloody gloves, blood smearing his eyelids.The succubus laid her cheek in his palm docilely, like a dog resting its head on a man's lap.His red hair was wet with cold sweat, and his gray-green eyes were so pure pain, yet so silent.

In this moment, the moment that keeps repeating itself, both of them feel better about themselves.Does it hurt?certainly.

--THAN--

*1916: Refers to the Battle of the Somme.

*Frankenstein: From Mary Shelley's science fiction novel, the scientist who uses the corpse to make artificial humans, and later also refers to all Frankensteins.

The author says:

_(:з」∠)_Before reading the full version chapter, promise me, read the pre-reading warning again, don’t overestimate your ability to bear... Even if you suffer any mental damage, don’t look for me, it’s wrong I am in debt, I went to fight Xavier (?) I was not in a good mood when I wrote this branch, so I was more aggressive, not normal, don't be afraid