[Zhongyingmei] The dripping beast has become a fine

The arrogant princess, the vile demon with black membrane wings, and Lucilia, who is favored by the king of hell, spread her wings and protruded her minions from the depths of the dark vortex.

Just like that, Lucilia descended from the sky on the black wing membrane.

The cold wind tore her wings, and the vibration was transmitted all the way to the depths of her shoulder armor.It felt like something was wrong. Lucilia moved her back, obviously feeling a strong force, and her wings trembled accordingly.

She looked back full of doubts, but saw that the black membrane she had unfolded somehow gathered into the shape of feathers, forming dark wings behind her.

Ok……

The dove's wings have turned black.

The essence of Lucifer is a fallen angel. As a descendant of Lucifer, it makes sense that she would grow bird wings.

Lucilia shook her wings.

Unlike the wing membrane, the bird's wings are more silent, which is quite in line with Lucilia's aesthetics, so I no longer entangled whether my wings are chicken wings or chicken feet, and turned to look down at the city below.

Gotham is still a small speck in her eyes, dotted with bright stars above, human beings forged the nebula with circuit lights to announce their prosperity to the whole world.

Lucilia watched quietly.

She snapped her fingers.

"Crackling" crisp sound.

The lights of Gotham went out.

She descended all the way, and the darkness followed her, falling like rain, soaking the concrete floor and steel bars. She reached out and easily held the city at her fingertips.

The speeding Batmobile suddenly got stuck, as did the Nightwing motorcycle.

There was no sound at all on the inside line, as if no one had ever existed.

Jason tried it and found that he couldn't make a sound either.

Lucilia continued to fall and came to the immobile Robinbird. She was right in front of him, hovering outside the gargoyle, at the same height as him.

"Jie, you look pretty in this outfit," Lucilia commented earnestly, "But why not shorts?"

Why small shorts?

Jason was dumbfounded.

Little shorts?

Jason suddenly recalled one thing: his eldest brother!like!It's wearing shorts!

But why isn't Nightwing's original Robin uniform in the Batcave?

Thinking about it again, Jason realized that he didn't remember the exact details of the uniform.

He has his own shorts, which are almost identical to Nightwing's, but they're definitely different.And as he grows older, "little shorts" once became his most painful memory, which has long been buried in the depths of his memory, and he doesn't like to think about it.

"You can't remember clearly, and you don't want to remember, so it doesn't exist here." The arrogant demon has a clear insight into the entanglement of human beings. She smiled and explained to him: "It's that simple. You still remember me, so I am here here."

The whole world began to shake violently.

The earth was torn apart, and the reinforced concrete cast by humans turned into ruins.

The demons of hell opened the cracks, and claws and shadows crawled out of the abyss.

Jason instinctively wanted to see what was going on on the ground, but the demon snapped his jaw, forcing him to restrict his movement. Those pitch-black tentacles wrapped around the neck of the human being, forcing him to look up.

The demon met his eyes and made a request of his own: "Call me by name. Jay. I'm sure you remember that."

Human beings were overwhelmed by her strength. Although Jason had no fear in his heart, he couldn't move for some reason, and he couldn't think of any resistance.

Because of those black tentacles that kept climbing up and entangled his body so tightly that he couldn't move at all?

Or is this some kind of trick by the devil to manipulate people's hearts?

At the same time, he could vaguely feel that he seemed quite used to this.

An unreasonable demon.

And very gluttonous.

"you……"

The human being wanted to say something, but Lucilia interrupted him rudely: "Name?" She demanded forcefully, "Time is running out, Jay, we have to solve this quickly."

The human throat slid under tension.

A name was in his throat, but it was difficult to say it.

Somehow, he could feel it, and knew that once he said that name, everything he had now would disappear.

The shattering of the ground reached a certain critical point, the surrounding houses began to shatter and collapse, and the Batlight finally appeared in the sky above Gotham.

Jason's neck was restrained and he couldn't move. He could only look away and observe the sky of Gotham from the corner of his eye.

That bat light didn't look any different than usual.

However, just now he clearly saw that the top floor of GCPD has been covered with black tentacles, where is this complete bat lamp now?

Jason felt the pain.

The pain of the brain turning hard.

It's like turning a jar that's been sick with honey.

He opened his mouth to try to say something, but the strong thirst interrupted him, and the dryness and cracks in his throat made it impossible to make any sound.

At this moment, Jason also understood that it was some kind of instinct in him that was rejecting what was about to happen.

His mind was torn apart.

At least a part of him is not cooperative and wants to stay in this world.At the same time, most of him knew that what is false is always false.

Some time ago, the feeling of emptiness that had been entrenched in the depths of his mind suddenly became more vivid, and Jason finally understood that the feeling of emptiness came from this overly peaceful and beautiful world.

It's too good to be true.

Like a pavilion built in a dream, while possessing all the miracles one could hope for, he has always been separated from the world by an invisible and untouchable film.

It turned out that his subconscious had already discovered this.

Jason's expression was still dazed.

Lucilia stopped urging, and the little devil was very patient, waiting for her prey to think it through.

She liked the way Jason threw himself into the trap after struggling.

"Human beings are most beautiful when they sacrifice themselves." The greedy little devil muttered, "Of course it's fine if I make a knife and fork myself."

Jason: "..."

"Lucilia." He woke up in a second.

When Lucilia entered his dream by some means, it was not his choice whether to stay or not.With the violence of this gargoyle demon, it can completely smash this false world directly.

Just like she is doing now.

"Jason." The little devil also called his name, "My red hood."

He was not the long-dead Robin bird.

He is Red Hood.

Jason Todd woke up.

It is beautiful to make up for the regrets of the past, but everyone understands that there is no point in dwelling on the pain of the past, and all they can do is move forward.

"Master Jason?" An old voice approached, old and gloomy.

Jason looked back at it, showing slight dissatisfaction on his expression: "Ah Fu's voice is not as depressed as yours, he is full of hope for life."

"Full of hope?" It made a mocking sound, and Alfred's face was distorted accordingly.

Jason frowned, not happy to see it hurt Ah Fu so much.

Humans wanted to touch their own weapons, but they were in vain. Robin would not go out with a gun, but Lucilia's tentacles suddenly pulled up, as if sensing his thoughts, four or five tentacles entangled directly." Ah Fu's head.

"Ah Fu" was immediately squeezed out.

The puppet balloon suffocated.

Not only "Ah Fu", but also the surviving people and houses around them also collapsed one by one.

The picture is distorted and weird.

Jason didn't know how to describe this.

If I had to say it, it was probably the kind of giant bouncy castle in the playground that suddenly leaked air quickly, and the children had no time to escape, and were immediately engulfed by the package and fell into the collapsed darkness.

"It's okay." The demon whispered.

Lucilia wrapped little Jason with her tentacles and hovered in mid-air. They left the sinking darkness and watched the whole world overturned from the perspective of a bystander.

The tentacles of my own little devil can bring a great sense of security. Little Jason nestled in it, hung in mid-air by the tentacles, and stared blankly at the demise of this false world.

This Jason, who was not killed by the clown and grew up slowly, is probably only 16 now, right?

Still a small one.

Lucilia poked her tentacle secretly.

The fragile heart of human beings is beating violently, maybe because of witnessing too shocking pictures, maybe for other reasons.

Living beings are always afraid of death and destruction.

This is the instinct of life.

Lucilia didn't quite understand that, she looked down at him and asked, "Haven't you remembered?"

Jason didn't know what she was asking, so he shook his head: "I seem to remember everything, but I don't know much about it." His memory was muddled, scrolling back and forth like a lantern, obviously remembering everything, but couldn't grasp anything.

"It's normal, it's like this at this time."

"normal?"

"At this time, people's heads will turn so fast that they can't understand it. You are just a mortal. At this time, you will be no different from other people." She rubbed little Jason head.

"I thought you would be nostalgic for this place, and that's why I caused this demon invasion. I didn't expect that your mind would already be shaken. Even if I didn't come here, it wouldn't take long for this place to collapse because of your changes. "

Even if it is false, at least one can spend a complete and peaceful "life" here.

It was completely unexpected to Lucilia that Jason would give up this "life". She clearly remembered that little Robin bird in hell back then, and wanted to live more than anyone else.

So complicated...

Lucilia's head hurts every time she tried to understand human thought patterns.

"The contradiction between principle and instinct" - Lucilia remembered that Lucifer seemed to use this sentence to explain to himself.

For some humans, principle is more important than instinct.

Lucilia suddenly remembered, and poked the human again: "One more question, Jay."

"Say."

"The time is almost up."

Humans were stunned by the short conversation, some of Jason realized what Lucilia was talking about, while others tried to avoid the question.

His first reaction was that he couldn't be here, he vaguely remembered that he was still holding a bat doll.

Jason Todd's first death turned the Dark Knight into a tyrant.

What happens the second time?

Lucilia saw the thoughts of human beings and comforted:

"It's about this time, I can't hide it from him, let it be."