murder poppy

There are two kinds of emotions that are suitable for mind reading, confusion or weakness, both of which are glass boxes with flaws, which will shatter when knocked.

Hunters aren't usually one of those things, or even typical negatives.

Dying is the most vulnerable and vulnerable moment for this group of stubborn humans, such as now.

In front of Andre is an old manor, with layers of castle spiers, ancient stone doors and windows, and dark green bushes and green plants.If it weren't for the servants coming and going, this place would be like an abandoned ruin.

Half of the walls of the ancient castle are charred black after being burned, like a half-rotten stranded whale, half is a skeleton, half is flesh, alive and dead.

The structure of this illusion is incomplete, the maid with bread and butter has no eyes, and the gardener who trims the flowers and plants doesn't even have scissors in his hand.There is also a fountain in the center, a little angel with wings staring blankly at the world, two delicate gemstones are missing from the eye sockets.

There is no wind, no moving water.The man who moved was not breathing either.

Like a pool of stagnant water.

Andre looked at every corner of the manor, and followed the maid who was carrying breakfast into the arched gate.

Even though some places were burned, the gorgeous decoration of the manor can still be seen.There are oil paintings hanging on both sides of the corridor, mixed with portraits and landscapes.Most of these photo frames were destroyed, and the edge of the picture was burnt black or there was a slap-sized fragment with unknown meaning left.

Except one pair.

The painting has been preserved intact, with gorgeous colors, and the olive branches and doves carved on the frame have not faded.

It was a woman, a woman who looked beautiful and gentle.

The name painted on the name tag was obliterated, and the place where the artist's name was marked on the next line was not complete, only the first part of the name—Lines was vaguely exposed.

Andre paused for a moment and lost track of the maid who brought breakfast.

A maid with incomplete consciousness can't compare to a painting of an acquaintance, and Andre turned to face the oil painting and looked at it carefully.

Compared with the previous portraits with delicate strokes and smooth transition of color blocks, this painting is much more immature.The shadow on the woman's nose is the wrong color and it looks dirty.

Beside the portraits of women were charred black, the wallpaper was burnt to create black holes, the nail holes for nailing the picture frames remained on the wall, but the paintings were completely destroyed.The copper nameplate was crooked, with countless slender white marks scratched out by the sharp blade, and all the hot stamped characters were scratched.

Andre bent down to read carefully, and only saw the first few letters: FATH...

FATHER.

Andre raised his eyebrows, and at the same time went to look at the portrait of a woman who was not very good.In fact, if you look closely, the woman's eyes are very similar to Lyons's, but the eyebrows are soft, hiding the heroic spirit in the pupils.

This is a very beautiful woman with a gentle smile and a decent posture. She should be a lady from a noble family.Andre commented this way, walked along the path that the maid walked through the ruined corridor, and came to the bedroom with intact wallpaper and bright candlesticks.

"Ma'am, the Duke is back and brought you flowers. The white bellflowers are so pretty." The maid put down the breakfast in her hand and said brightly.

"He insisted that platycodon was good for me, and he would give it away every year when he came back, so he couldn't stop it." Another gentle female voice sounded, reproachful and joyful, "Put it in the house, I'm happy to see some flowers."

"Then I'll ask the Duke to release it! Last time, I thought our servants were not good-looking, and said they were not as good-looking as my wife!" The maid responded, teasing and sticking out her tongue, smiling like a prankster after finishing a prank. ran out the door.

Andre looked into the room, the champagne-colored lace bed curtain was pulled up, and the off-white bed was like a gorgeous gift box, with a woman with a protruding belly lying on her back.

Her face was flushed, a little embarrassed, and she was full of happiness when she looked at the withered white bellflower in the porcelain white vase at the door.

Women lay on their backs on their backs because of their swollen stomachs, and the baggy nightgown was caught under the chest and fell to the feet.She looks exactly like the woman in the portrait, except that her face is somewhat blurred, and the edges and corners seem to blend with the invisible air, like a ghost brought by a dream.

"Why didn't you go out for a walk?" The sound of boots hitting the floor approached, a curly-haired man walked into the room holding a bunch of blooming bellflowers, and said with a smile when he saw the woman.

He played with the branches so that the pistils of each flower were exposed, and carefully arranged the orientation of the leaves, until the bouquet on the vase had beautiful petals in all directions.

"Recently, I feel heavy and lazy." The woman kissed the bent man, explaining vaguely, her tone was weak and coquettish.

The man stroked her swollen belly and said with a smile, "The little guy is about to come out. If it's a girl, we'll call it Lucy, and if it's a boy, we'll call it Lyons..."

The voice stopped abruptly, and the exquisitely decorated bungalow was like a puppet show that had been lost. The characters were stiff, the scene was stiff, and even the light remained unchanged.

A grand flame began to burn from the outside of the manor, thick smoke and dust filled the halls and corridors, the scorched wallpaper and oil paintings were once again swallowed, and the flames invaded the entire building.

When the black smoke spread into the house and blocked Andre's sight, it seemed that the puppet's strings were connected again.All the sounds broke through the cage, and fierce beasts rushed towards Andre from a small door like sheep.

"It's on fire! Put out the fire! Put out the fire!!"

"Where is Madam, Madam is not born yet!"

"The duke is in there too! Bucket, get the bucket!"

Sparks exploded and crackled all around.Panicked cries of servants came from the corridor, and as they carried buckets up the stairs, the wooden beam snapped and slammed down, covering both servants.

The skin was burnt black instantly when it touched the hot charcoal, and the blood and stained coke permeated under the beams. The living servants were frightened and went out screaming.

Andre turned his head, and when his attention was diverted, the curtain closed and opened again, and a new set and actors appeared.

The bed was covered with blood, which meandered and dripped onto the floor, forming a small puddle of ticks and ticks.

The man kissing the woman grabbed the woman's fragile neck, his eyes were blood red, and his teeth penetrated into the artery of his wife's neck, sucking greedily.

His eyes were fixed dangerously on the door.

"Bang!"

Another beam fell, scraping against Andre's body and blocking the door, blocking anyone who might rush into the hallway.

The flames rose high outside the house, but the fire that burned everything seemed to be able to avoid the owner of this manor.The duke enjoyed his feast in peace, and drank his own blood for his wife.

The woman lost too much blood and couldn't live anymore. She stared blankly at the Duke, her fingernails digging on the arm that was wrapped around her waist, drawing countless bloodstains.

People who are first embraced by a vampire generally experience only the fear of high arousal.This fear makes them addicted, makes them happy, and even though the loss of control and the unknown is scary, the expression is absolutely full.

This is not the case for the woman, her grief and stupefaction turned into anger, she stared resentfully at the lover who took her life, her nails sank into the flesh, but she couldn't resist the coming of death.

There are people in the world who cannot be embraced for the first time.

Andre had heard this legend in the blood clan classics. A long time ago, hunters had a special bloodline. They were born to resist the temptation of vampires, and had stronger bodies, tougher spirits and longer vitality.

They are natural hunters.

It's just that this bloodline is difficult to reproduce, and soon became lonely due to intermarriage.

The Duke fed the blood and stroked the woman's bulging belly, where the skin was propped up, trembling and moving slightly, and there was a living life hidden under it, and unlike his mother, he was healthy.

The Duke's fingertips slid across the belly, pulled out his fangs and kissed the woman's cheek: "You have dedicated a lot to me, and I will love you forever, my dear."

Accompanied by his gentle words was a piercing piercing sound.

The woman twitched violently, and let out a hoarse roar in her throat. She opened her eyes and coughed up blood and read: "You must die...you must die! My child... my child will avenge me, he will kill kill you! He will kill you..."

The Duke put his index finger to the woman's lips, preventing her from saying the name: "Then I will be very glad."

As he spoke, he passed the navel all the way, and the woman's bulging belly was completely thrown away, and a breathing baby was curled up in the blood-stained organ that was about to fail.

The Duke wanted to close the eyes for the woman, the desire to survive or resentment supported the woman, her senses were already numb, and the pain exceeded the limit.The First Embrace couldn't keep her alive as a vampire, but it gave her extra vitality.

When the Duke's fingertips brushed her mouth, the woman bit the vampire's finger with human teeth, the bones shattered, and the man wailed and withdrew his hand.He frowned and looked at the almost dead woman on the bed.

"...You will suffer retribution, you will never be able to obtain eternal life, and your strength will be exhausted. I swear by... that you will be killed by your own children, and you will meet death when you want to live!!" Woman Her lips trembled, but some words seemed to be stuffed into a box, isolated in a dream.

"Crack." The Duke frowned and broke the woman's neck.

The sound of blood flowing inside the house lasted for a long time, and the fire outside the house was all over the sky, and the wood was scorched black. The suffocation and scorching heat took the lives of countless people.

The sound of coughing came from a distance, and the people fleeing outside the manor exclaimed, calling for people to put out the fire in a panic.

On the off-white foreign bed lay an unrecognizable corpse.

In the cool viscera, the child whose breathing was blocked by liquid and smoke could not open his eyes, and seemed to be dying.

The Duke picked up the child, blood dripping onto his hands.

The Duke moved the fallen beams, the corridor was full of blood and charcoal, and weak cries for help filled the manor.

This is unmanned purgatory.

Fire and falling weights kept brushing the Duke's body, and the baby in his arms looked up dimly, without knowing it.

There are no cheers, no hugs, no joy around the child.

His gift to the world is death and disaster.

The monster and the newborn baby looked at each other and smiled kindly.

"Welcome to the world, my dear Lyons."

The author says:

Mass cats and cats hand in hand to friends for New Year greetings!I wish you all a safe and happy new year, and all the best!

Andre (holding up the curly-eared cat's paw and laughing): Happy New Year, everyone.

Lyons (following the trend with a cold face, for fear of embarrassing himself alone): Happy New Year and all the best.

The theme of Western fantasy is not suitable for writing New Year's episodes, so I don't care about safety, let Andre and Lynes say happy new year to everyone!

It will be updated continuously in the next few days after the new year~ I will send red envelopes to everyone (shameless)