After I collapsed, I became a succubus

Lucian's eyes used to be green.

Like the finest emeralds, inlaid in those eye sockets.Every time those eyes looked at others, they seemed to be smiling.

Either gentle, or a proud smile.

Now... the emeralds have bloomed and been dyed other colors.His eyes are two wine red.

The two wine red waves are full of light, if there are ripples, people can't help but want to see...

They appear frightened, or weeping.

Because of his tears, because of his pain... just because of his tears, just because of his painful appearance.

The blood moon reflected on Vader's body, half of his face was covered by the bone surface, but the exposed silver eyes were shining hot.

He couldn't control his tremors.

He remembered that he was in the manor, when the young Lucian was talking to his adoptive uncle, he looked towards the wild rose bushes, saw himself, and smiled at himself. On Lucian's indifferent expression.He thought of Lucian's terrified expression in the temple when he bit down, as if everything was out of control, and he could only tremble in his arms...

He remembered the time when he was in exile and accidentally entered the land of the undead clan.

The land of the undead tribe has only dark night, pale moon, white sand, dark swamp, and icy wind.Numerous dark stele towers stand on the endless field, like large tombs.

That is all the scenery of the undead.

There are countless undead sleeping in the swamp, even the white sand is not safe, there may be hidden swamps, there may be sand vortexes that flow and rotate from time to time, sucking people into the ground, or there may be hidden predator undead.

This is a place where the jungle is completely preyed on by the jungle, and the only thing that can be warm and cold is blood and death.

He sat on the sand dune, stroking the new bone surface with his palm.The undead who tried to sneak attack him just now but was killed by him said that only the highest undead can condense the most exquisite bone surface.

The undead killed the priest of the undead clan and took away the sacred object that was contested by the undead.Vader lowered his head and looked at the wind chime in his hand that had been crushed by him.

Before dying, the undead said that no one can fuse that drop of blood.All non-undead creatures swallow it and turn into silent gray sludge.All the undead who support themselves with a strong belief in killing swallow it, and will become monsters who only know how to kill, and finally get the ultimate pleasure in the process of killing themselves.

That drop of divine blood had entered his chest cavity.When it returned, the Fallen Angel's bloodline, which had just been awakened by death, happily told him that this authority originally belonged to him.

Your ancestor was the god of creation. He bestowed light, darkness, life and death, created ten races with fertility, opened up space and gave them different living places, and promised them the power to become new gods.But those lowly beings are not satisfied. For the power of God, they devoured him, divided him, slandered him as a fallen angel, separated and took away the blood congealed by his authority, and shamelessly called it a holy object. To prevent his resurrection...

You are the blood of a true god, you are born with the mission of becoming a god, you do not belong to any race!Your mission is to retrieve these ten drops of blood, reclaim this world, and return from hell to Nirvana!

The divine blood transformed his body, injecting a lot of knowledge and power into his body.The world before his eyes also changed.

He looked at the world indifferently, and realized that he had jumped to another angle of gazing at the world.

Gray, black and white, life, death, inorganic matter... everything is so boring.

It was the gaze of a god who mastered death.

His former friends, former enemies, stupid people... all turned into another kind of creature, a gray creature different from him.The gods can plunder their lives at will, but they will not take pleasure in crushing insects to death.

In the strong sense of inclination that almost engulfed him to the other side of the balance of nature, causing him to lose control and become a horrible gray sludge, he suddenly saw a little bright red.

Lucian.

That was Lucian's blood...and flesh.

The gloomy youth began to tremble.

I couldn't stop trembling with excitement.

He wanted to cut open his body and see the scorching bright red.

At that moment, all consciousness and balance return.The black-haired young man raised his head indifferently, and the black mist surrounded him, repairing the wound on his body.

The silver gray faded from his eyes, and finally turned into the scarlet of Fallen Angel's blood.

He finally completed the first fusion and became a monster with scarlet eyes.

Vader pushed open the door of the room.The curtains in the room were half closed, and he saw Lucian bathed in the blood-red moonlight.

His enemy, his adoptive cousin, the "partner" who accompanied him throughout his youth, the fetters that carried all his killing intent and hatred.

Now it is a body without a soul, a prisoner who only lives in his palm and relies on his blood to maintain his immortal body.

But even so, just thinking about "killing him" is enough to make all the blood vessels excited.

kill him.

Divine blood surged in his chest.

Kill him... go kill him!To see his red, to get that bliss!

Under the blood moon, the god of death in black walked towards his only killing intent.He had fantasized about his death countless times, fantasizing about him being torn apart, showing fear... every moment under the blood moon of the White Sand Marsh of the Undead.

On the sofa, the white-haired half-succubus fell asleep unconsciously.He didn't know Vader's arrival, and he didn't understand the fierce killing intent that was about to be resorted to on him.

Death smelt the sweet aroma--it almost made him dizzy.He sat beside him, head bowed.

He saw the scar.

——the red he needed.

There was a wound across the sole of Succubus's foot.It seemed to come from some kind of sharp object, with remnants of blood oozing from it.At that moment, as if possessed by a demon, he grabbed the soles of his feet with his hands.

He could feel the succubus trembling on the sofa.

—Is it fear?

At that moment, all the excitement finally made him lose his mind.He looked at the wound that came from out of nowhere and felt angry - it was the wound he should have made on him!

He is the only one who can leave wounds on his body!

He looked down at the other party again - the beautiful prey that belonged to him.

The bright red magic lines on Succubus's forehead are eye-catching, but the white hair is so white that it doesn't get dusty.

He's going to stain his hair with blood.The god of death with silver-white pupils thought.

He will cover him with his wounds.

Where to start?neck?wrist?knee?calves?Which bone is better to crush first?

Mouth, heart, abdomen, spine...Where does he want to see the redness first?

This life would be in his hands, and he would rub it like a bunch of rose petals.The flower juice stained his palms and fingers, like tears and blood, and the strong aroma gushed out with the moment of being destroyed.

into his nostrils.

The sound of the flowers being destroyed was like his fear and crying.

The silver-eyed Grim Reaper looked at his rose and bent down.There was no human expression in his pupils, only reflecting the face of the other party.

He stroked his cheek with his hand, as if stroking rose petals.

He wondered where to start.

Where to start, feel the warmth of his blood.

The blood moon reflected on his body, Death thought so.

And those wine-red eyes also opened at this moment.

Wine red eyes looked at him in a daze, as if he didn't understand why he suddenly appeared in front of him.

The god of death grasped his head with five fingers, and his skull would shatter with only one force.

There was no fear in the wine red eyes.

The god of death put his hand on his neck, and the warm blood was under the delicate skin. As long as he scratched it with his nails, his blood would spurt out.

There was no vigilance in the wine red eyes.

Reaper leaned over and put his hands on his chest through the nightgown.Under his palm, the half-succubus' heart beats in its chest.As long as he grasps it with his hands, he can see his heart.

There was no escape in the wine red eyes.

He just looked at him, watching his hands pass all the way to kill him.There is only a little doubt, obedience, trust and a little bit of suspicion in the eyes, born because of that person's return...

little joy.

Death finally reached the tip of his nose.

The blood-red full moon was behind the two of them.

"Aren't you afraid?" the silver-eyed Grim Reaper said.

The owner of the wine-red eyes did not speak.

His current intelligence is not enough for him to understand the meaning of the other party's words, so he can only look at him blankly.He looked at that indifferent, emotionless and lifeless face, like a small animal carefully sensing the owner's emotions, and finally...

As if thinking of something, he stretched out his hands and wrapped them around his master's neck.

The black-haired young man looked at him expressionlessly.

The succubus didn't feel the rejection from the other party.He stared at the man above him without blinking.The man looked at him, thumbs pressed to his temples.Finally, the man snorted coldly, as if he had made up his mind, he pressed down again, intending to exert force on his fingers...

Then the warm lips touched his lips.

The young man with silver pupils was finally slightly taken aback.

The succubus leaned forward, closed her eyes, and began to kiss him.At first it was a careful temptation, and later it was a gentle internal contact - he couldn't help but followed in.

This kiss is lingering and gentle, and everything has a life-like fragrance.He could smell the breath in the other party's hair, and see the slightly trembling, crow-wing eyelashes.

He was kissing him, holding him.

Like a sacrifice...to accept him with myself.

Long and ambiguous, almost sensational.

At that moment, an idea appeared in the mind of the silver pupil youth.

It turns out that blood is not the only one that is warm.

It is not only the bleeding internal organs that are warm.

His kiss, his mouth...are also warm.

The silver in his pupils gradually dissipated, replaced by scarlet.The characteristics of undead gradually faded from his body.

He suddenly remembered that he had kissed him the closest he had ever come to killing him.

That was not a kiss, but a bite like venting anger, a fight between trapped beasts.

But now?

The succubus, who was full of trust in him, never thought that he would hurt herself, and waited obediently and joyfully for his return, kissed him proactively, acceptingly, and passionately.

His eyes changed from the emerald color when he was a human race to the current wine red color.The black hair has become white, and the pointed ears are soft.

He has been transformed into an appearance that only belongs to him.

Vader returned to his consciousness.He held the other's head and focused on the kiss.

He suddenly realized that kissing was more exciting than killing.

He just wanted to kill him like that, just like when he saw Lucian when he returned to the temple with the spear in hand.

Lucian was almost killed by him just now.

But in the end, it was Lucian himself who used death to escape from him.

At that moment, he closed his eyes and intensified that kiss as warm as blood.

——He subconsciously wanted to reconfirm that he existed in his arms.

After the long kiss was over, he stared at the things in front of him that were still closed and breathless.Finally, he closed his eyes, took him in his arms, and put his head on his shoulder.

The blood moon outside the window also gradually faded, leaving only the shining white full moon.

Where the black-haired youth could not see, the red-eyed succubus opened his eyes.

In the joy of the rest of his life after the catastrophe, he also felt the joy of controlling the other party because of his life-saving operation.

He hugged him obediently, rolled his eyes, and smiled.

The author has something to say:

Suddenly I feel that the upgrade of the undead clan is actually very cool x

Here is a brief description of Secondary [-] to refresh myself ()

Speak high-concentration secondary warning! !It is recommended to block the words and not read them

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The powerful cannon fodder is carrying a holy object to run into the protagonist. He kills the protagonist like a cat playing with a mouse, but finds that black mist is emerging from all the wounds on the protagonist's body, and then the protagonist's body is blackened and his eyes are blackened like gold and wood turning white. Turned red and stood up like a monster dangling in the BGM of "I wash the seaweed"

Cannon fodder: No, that's impossible!How divine are you!Not humans, not undead, what are you...

Then he was beaten.

The first time the protagonist hasn’t fought yet, the cannon fodder keeps trying to kill the protagonist. As a result, the wound on the protagonist’s body becomes heavier and more and more black mist emerges. Then the cannon fodder feels the fear from the soul. Even the priests of the undead clan who were killed and taken away by him did not give it to him.

He yelled again and asked who the protagonist was, and then the protagonist, who was getting stronger and stronger, used his moves to hit the protagonist with flying kicks, explosive seeds, and serial kicks.Cannon Fodder thought that he could imitate the moves so quickly, and decided to spar with the way of self-injury fifty and enemy one hundred, condensing more bones, telling the protagonist to stop pretending to be a ghost, and I will kill you right away.

The protagonist suddenly laughed, and with a crazy gesture, wiped it on his face, and then many white bones flowed from top to bottom on the protagonist's face.The cannon fodder was completely terrified, watching the bone surface that was far more refined (powerful) than his bone surface appear on the protagonist's face.

Then the cannon fodder completely collapsed in fear, and asked you what the hell is it?Let me go...and then I was killed by the completely explosive protagonist.

Say before dying: "You are not any living or undead...you are being...a god..."

The cannon fodder is dead, and the main character absorbs his energy.Pick up the relic from the white sand.The divine blood in the holy object was stirring restlessly, the protagonist crushed him, and opened his mouth to suck the restless blood into his mouth.

Then the entire white sand was blackened by the black shadow that suddenly exploded from the soles of the protagonist's feet. He awakened the blood of the Fallen God in death, and the protagonist who obtained the divine blood felt the transformation of the divine blood on his body.The creatures within a few miles all raised their heads in fear, looking at the howling black wind and the blood moon in the black mist.

The fallen angels who were once betrayed by various clans, robbed everything, and divided up the power have revived.

(Okay Secondary [-], the following is gone)