What happened to Isaac?

Xavier was awakened by the screaming of the child.

He opened his eyes, and the turbid smell of fried fish, low-quality tobacco and urine in the room made him cough violently.A woman sat on the edge of the bed and put her hand on his forehead, and the dirty nails also frightened him.

"Who are you?" Xavier asked.

"God, you're so sick." The woman pulled the yelling child aside, and dragged her to Xavier. "Then do you remember who this is?"

"...Gordon?" Xavier said uncertainly.

"Daddy!" The child climbed onto the bed, straddled Xavier's stomach, and gnawed his fingers with a smile.He was as dirty as a wild cat, his ribs were clearly visible, but his belly was round, he might be suffering from some kind of disease.

Xavier was too scared to move.He wanted to get up and escape from this terrible place, but he had no strength, and the effort seemed almost trembling.

"Isaac," he yelled, "my God, Isaac? . . . "

Snapped!The slap across the face stunned Xavier.

"Stop talking about that bitch!" The woman scooped up the child, scowling. "It's over for you two. He's going to hell. I'm telling you, he's going to hell!"

what?

Xavier covered the side of his face that was slapped in disbelief, the wound was hot and swollen, throbbing with pain.

Landon Xavier, the angel of the right to earth, graduated from Cambridge University, ran a clinic, was enlisted in the army during World War I, and later changed to a timber business.In order to hunt down the succubus Isaac, he once worked part-time as a private detective and solved serial murders.Now living in Kensington, hired maid Daisy and her husband, just started an affair with the succubus Isaac.Everyone loves him, no one dares to beat him, what is this woman?

"You don't even recognize your wife," said an old man leaning against the door frame. "Are you really stunned by that demon, Langdon?"

This is horrible.Xavier couldn't understand what nonsense these people were saying one after another, he was an angel, he...

Xavier struggled to get up from the bed and turned to see the man in front of the mirror.A middle-aged man whose exact age was unknown, pale and skinny like a ghost, with dry, thinning yellow hair.The eyes were blue, very light and gray.

His eyes widened in horror, and the people in the mirror also widened their eyes; he stepped back, and the people in the mirror also backed away.He yelled and smashed the mirror, and the old man rushed up to beat him, and he was beaten to the ground, begging for mercy vaguely, saying, Dad, Dad.

Langdon Xavier, the most ordinary poor man in the East End of London, lives in the carpenter's father's house with his wife and son.He was a beauty, and had been.What beauty brought him most was humiliation and bullying, hooligans beat him, and he has been suffering from stomach pains ever since.He didn't go to school, but he worked as a carpenter like his father. At the age of 18, he married the girl next door who was 5 years older than him, and had a child the next year.

He doesn't drink, doesn't like gambling, doesn't smoke, has a docile personality, and can't do anything.He was being bullied around by his father, his wife and his son, and he was getting old very quickly.

A while ago, there was an extra homeless man in the East End.He slept on a park bench and the police wouldn't chase him away because he gave oral sex to every cop who held a lamp in his eyes.He is said to be Irish, possibly Scottish, no one is sure, he has a weird accent.He had red hair and a very strong body with a breast as soft as a woman's.I heard that I used to work as a dock worker at a port in Liverpool. Because of alcoholism, the goods were overturned into the sea, and I was beaten up and lost my job.

One day he passed by the window of Xavier's house and saw Xavier's shriveled wife, and he laughed, and Xavier was attracted by the laughter.He called, hello!The bum leaned against the window and said, Sixpence.

sixpence?Xavier didn't understand what this meant at first, and in fact he didn't understand what happened until he was dragged out of the window, pinned on his back on the wooden box, and his penis was sucked.He also didn't pay because the bum said he liked his blonde hair.Then the blond hair turned yellow and the bum started asking for his money. "British," he said, and kissed Xavier.

Later Xavier's wife found out about it, and later Xavier fell ill.There's little logical connection between the two, but thanks to his illness the wife didn't strangle him.

Xavier curled up on the ground, the old man—father also opened the door and went out, and he was the only one in the room.

Boom.Something smashed the window.Xavier got up, and the filthy bum leaned against the window like they had first met.He didn't dress better, he didn't look worse, everything was the same, he didn't seem to age, no wonder they called him the devil.

"You look like you're dying."

"I hope it will be."

The homeless man slipped sixpence in through the window: "I'll buy you this time, I haven't tried a dying man yet."

"They say you're going to hell."

"So what?" he said, "I'm not fucking going to Heaven."

Xavier laughed, and pushed open the window.

Before going out through the window, Xavier glanced at the calendar, which was given to him by Dr. Li in the clinic.It's great being a doctor.I heard that this Asian man had been on the battlefield and worked as a military doctor. There was no danger at all. His lameness was due to bad luck and he was wiped by a bullet.But Xavier still envied him.

"Come out." The tramp hit the window again with a small stone.

Xavier peeked nervously through the crack of the door, the kid was tiptoeing to steal something from the window, the wife was mending, and he was about to sneak out the window to hang out with a homeless man.He is very guilty, guilty for many years.I even lied to God when I prayed at bedtime and didn’t dare tell about my life, but at the end of the day, it’s all the same.Hopeless days seem like a moment, but also seem to be infinitely long.

The calendar says today is April [-]st.