Hunter

Ever since Allen returned from hell, he has been in a daze.In just three months, apart from necessary social activities, Allen slaughtered more than a hundred supernatural creatures in Boston, causing the whole of Boston to fall into panic.

In the end, the leaders of several supernatural creature groups in Boston's other world held a meeting and decided to organize an armed group of 200 people to attack Allen. The location is located in a deep mountain near Boston. This crusade was later called '??Battle Veil?Ⅻbr>

On the day of the decisive battle, Allen came to the crusade site alone, seemingly without bringing anything. The moment Allen entered the designated place, dozens of infrared rays were shot from the deep forest in all directions and aimed at Allen's vital points. Allen just looked around, then pulled out a deck of cards from his trouser pocket.

Allen whispered: "Everything is a dog, it's all predestined. Disappear!"

Immediately afterwards Allen looked up, eyes flickering with madness and excitement. Allen raised his hand, and the poker cards in his hand slowly floated into the air and shot towards the deep forest. There were several screams and falling sounds from the deep forest, and all the infrared rays on Allen's body disappeared.

Immediately afterwards, dozens of men in black armed with guns rushed out from the deep forest. The men in black aimed their guns at Allen, and then a tongue of bullets shot towards Allen. Allen just stretched out his right hand, and Allen was protected by an invisible shield. The bullet hit the shield, and there was a clanging sound.

Suddenly the impact stopped, and Allen raised his hand again. The dust floating in the air immediately formed two giant swords in midair. After the vision became clear, before Allen could react, he was blown away by the powerful impact. .After sliding for a few meters, it crashed into a tree. If Allen hadn't been transformed into a demon, or the impact alone would have killed Allen.

Allen smacked a few mouthfuls of blood, and Allen said, "You guys are really spending money, even using the bazooka against me."

Allen held out his left hand tightly, and the two giant swords that were originally made of dust split into dozens of swords in an instant and shot towards the crowd.Only dozens of screams and two loud bangs were heard, and half of the original 200-member armed group was lost.

Allen closed his eyes, and an invisible wave quickly radiated out from Allen's body. In just a short breath, Allen could clearly sense the enemy's position in the deep forest.

Allen smiled slightly, and rushed towards the nearest enemy. Allen quietly appeared behind the enemy. With a slight movement of Allen's hands, the enemy's neck was broken by Allen, and then Allen went down to the next enemy. Rush forward, and occasionally encounter enemies who can resist, but their fate is very miserable. They will all be skewered from bottom to top by the long spear formed by Allen's ability.

On that day, there were piles of corpses and rivers of blood beside Allen, and two hundred ghosts surrounded Allen.

Allen looked at the wraiths around him. Allen raised his hands upwards. The wraiths were like fish in the sea being attracted by the vortex. All the wraiths were condensed into a ball in Allen's hands. Slowly put the wraith ball into the mouth, with a look of enjoyment.

After a while, Allen slowly opened his eyes and stretched his muscles and bones. After Allen exhaled a foul breath, Allen said to himself naturally, "Is it saturated? All that's left is to wait."

It turned out that it was none other than Archangel Gabriel who pulled Allen out of the area.Allen, who had just come back from hell, sat there with tears in his eyes.

Gabriel looked at the sluggish Allen, and asked cautiously, "Allen, are you okay?"

Hearing Gabriel's voice, Allen raised his head slowly, as if seeing the savior. Allen hugged Gabriel's thigh, leaving two bright red handprints on Gabriel's pants.

Allen begged, "Gabriel, I beg you kill me, I beg you kill me. Kill me."

Gabriel saw that his friend had suicidal thoughts, Gabriel said; "Ican't. Allen, I'm sorry"

Allen begged, "I ask you to kill me by contract. Come on, kill me."

Gabriel said: "This wish contract is not granted, sorry, Allen."

Allen suddenly let go of Gabriel's trouser legs, and Allen looked at the empty side with a look of surprise, Allen said: "Hehehe, mom. Hehe, mom, are you coming to pick me up? And daddy, are you just me together?" ?”

Suddenly Allen waved his hands in the void in panic, and Allen said: "Mom, don't go, don't leave me alone. Mom, I promise I won't run around again. Mom, don't leave me alone."

Gabriel looked at Allen, who was overwhelmed with grief and gone mad. Gabriel walked to Allen's side and tapped on Allen's forehead, and Allen fell into a deep sleep.

When Allen woke up again, Allen's sanity had recovered.It's just that Allen always feels like there's something missing from him.

Gabriel came over at this moment, Gabriel said: "Allen, you have to calm down now. You have gone crazy just now, now you have to be very calm and listen to me, understand?"

Allen nodded, and Allen asked; "What did you do? I feel so weird."

Gabriel said: "After you killed your mother, the energy in your body ran away, and the contract automatically reminded me to save you. So I pulled you out of hell, but you went crazy because of excessive grief. So I took your soul The emotions of sadness and self-blame are gone, but don’t worry, other emotions will automatically restore the disappeared emotions after a period of time.”

Allen sighed, and Allen asked again: "How is my situation now?"

Gabriel said: "Allen, your soul has been polluted into a demon, and the energy that pollutes you is definitely not at the level of Azazel. My energy cannot purify you. If I guess right, it should be Lucifer. "

Allen said in disbelief: "How is it possible, I haven't even seen his shadow."

Gabriel said: "In short, if you want to recover, there is only one way."

Allen asked anxiously, "What way?"

Gabriel said awkwardly, "Kill Lucifer."

Allen was silent. After all, Lucifer is the one closest to the power of God. Even Michael just sealed him back then.Killing him is simply a fantasy. Allen later thought that he didn't care anymore anyway, so let's give it a go.

Gabriel patted Allen on the shoulder and said, "Don't think about it anymore, you can't even beat me now. Not to mention Lucifer."

Allen said: "If you don't give it a try, how do you know if it will succeed? I will kill Lucifer by all means."

So it happened in the future '?? War?.

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Under the moonlight, the blood-red water turned white, and Amy's face was still on the water.

She's so quiet, Allen thought.

Amy had never been so quiet, she was always smiling animatedly or annoyed, talking, opening and closing her mouth.

Allen reached out, as if determined to touch Amy's face.She was so white, like a brand new plastic mannequin.

Amy's skin was tanned, healthy and shone in the sun like any energetic American woman.

It's the moonlight, Allen judged.

The full moon hanging outside the window looks at the people sleeping at home in this city, the feasting people, innocent children, and hidden sinners in this city, looking at Amy's indifferent face, the gently rippling water in the bathtub, and kneeling. Allen in a pool of blood, no difference.

And Azazel.

Allen hesitantly stopped his hands in mid-air and turned to look at his stepfather.The red water reflected the bright light, reflected on Azazel's side face, and spread out again, as if he was enveloped in a ball of soft moonlight.

"Go on, little Allen," Azazel encouraged softly, touching and watching.

But Allen's hand froze.The bathtub is under the open window, and the moonlight shines in. The white Amy lies quietly in a pool of red water, her body leans against the wall of the tank, her head rests on her shoulder, her blond hair spreads out in the red water, The red water was slowly rippling, reflecting the pearly white light, overflowing from the edge, and flowing down to Allen's body.His hand stood still, as if in front of him was a unique and extremely fragile picture scroll, which would be wiped out with just a touch of his fingertips.

"It's okay', Azazel murmured; "I'm here. "

Allen closed his eyes slightly, the shadow of his eyelashes covered the full moon who was watching indifferently, and his fingers touched Amy.He squinted his eyes, as if expecting the sound of the picture shattering and falling to the ground, but nothing happened.Nothing happened, except for the silently opened window, the moonlight streaming in, the clean and white bathtub, and Allen's outstretched hand.

"Look, I said it was okay," Azazel said.He moved closer to Allen, reaching out to catch his stepson's cold hand.With me, those are illusions, he said, moving Allen's hand to his lips, and kissed gently.

Are you not a figment of my mind, Azazel? Although Allen questioned, he leaned forward, forehead to forehead, and closed his eyes.Aren't you a phantom like Harry? As Allen spoke, he rubbed against the forehead of his stepfather.

Azazel put his arms around Allen, a smile spread across his chest.

I've grown up, Azazel, Allen sighed, resting his chin on his stepfather's shoulder.

"Little Allen, you will always be my little Allen," Azazel whispered in her stepson's ear.He took Allen's whole body into his arms with ease, as if Allen didn't have that muscular body and was just a weak and restless stepson.

"You're just my illusion, illusion..." Allen murmured.He curled up in his stepfather's arms, breathing the blood that always existed in his nasal cavity, and gradually fell asleep.

Illusion is Harry's law for you, Emma for your home, Amy for your love, my dear, Illusion is your life, except me, Azazel said softly, as if singing a lullaby to her stepson.

Pain is just a signal from your brain warning you to flee.

But Allen's prey was tied to the table by the experienced hunter, unable to move.His screams for help were gagged, his escaped limbs bound at his sides, and only his blood, warm, rolled over the cold metal and onto the plastic-covered ground. Allen carefully cut another vein, allowing blood to pour out and pool at his feet.

He wished he could feel Shang Wen's blood with his bare feet.

You've really grown up, little Allen, Azazel said from across the table. Dexter didn't raise his eyes, only his eyelashes trembled. Azazel smiled as he watched his stepson's focused face, at the prey fading away, at the blood soaking the plastic wrap.Show me your muscles, Azazel clicked his tongue.

He couldn't be serious, Allen thought.He stopped the scalpel in his hand and looked up at his stepfather who was slowly approaching him.

Of course I'm serious, Azazel retorted dissatisfied.

I can't... Allen tried to think about Harry, but his mind was blank, only Azazel's slight smile, the deep, carved lines of laughter on his cheeks.

You're sweating, take your clothes off, Azazel coaxed.I want to see it, he added, undeniable.

The scalpel was placed next to the corpse, and there was a slight sound. Allen faced his stepfather, with the corner of the table between them.Trembling, he began to take off the rubber gloves on his hands.

Azazel, dribbling through a shallow pool of blood at his feet, walked around behind Allen and helped him untie his apron. Dexter was at a loss, hesitating with his hand on the waistband of his trousers.The unlined shirt he had tucked into his trousers was pulled out from behind by Azazel and rolled up little by little.Despite the heat and airlessness of the enclosed room, Allen could still tell the coolness of his sweaty back exposed to the air, it must be Azazel's breath brushing by - are you real, Azazel?

Of course I mean it, Azazel hummed, pulling Allen's shirt over his head. Allen shivered, crossing his hands over his chest.He wasn't really cold, he just couldn't control the excitement rushing through his body. Azazel leaned close to him, breathing on his cock's shoulder, taking the sweat-soaked tips of his hair into his mouth and sucking, circling the back of his neck with the tip of his tongue. Allen couldn't help but groan, his knees were weak.

I'm serious, little Allen, Azazel's voice was in Dexter's ears, in his head.He leans closer, chest against Allen's back, arms under his ribs, hands resting on the buckle of his belt.I feel what you feel, and you feel what I feel—don’t forget that we are one and we cannot deceive each other.Unlike Harry, who makes you think that you are an outlier in this society, a bloodthirsty beast wandering in the dark—no, he lied to you, everyone is a cruel beast, just living safely under the illusion of order Middle; Emma makes you think that family can accommodate everything - she is wrong, she is only living under the illusion of perfection that Harry built above her head, isn't she?People can only accept what they want to accept, only tolerate what reassures them; and Amy... Azazel paused.

Allen's trousers were halfway down, caught by his waterproof boots, and he wrenched them from his feet together with great effort, throwing them aside. Azazel leaned back and hugged Allen from behind, groping for the rise and fall of his chest muscles with one hand and reaching into his underpants with the other. Allen was erect, erect, actually hard since he'd seen the blood free from the wound.His bare feet were finally soaked in blood, and he could still feel the lingering warmth licking the edges of his soles and between his fingers, and Allen curled his toes involuntarily.

Amy almost succeeded, and I must admit, Azazel's nasal voice was thick with disdain.What an innocent person she is, as if wild animals could snuggle beside her and be caressed by her. Allen's hands had to rest on either side of the dead body's head, because Azazel's palms seemed to master the throbbing desire and desire in his body, and his fingers knew his sensitivities so well, following his every word. The hesitation teased his fragile nerves.

The role of a family, wife, children, husband and father, normal life - I almost lost you, Allen... How one can give up so much of one's undisguised self and ignore so much of one's irrelevance in order to fit in and be part of an illusion The cover-up surprises me, Azazel mumbles, as the tips of his teeth bite on Allen's earlobe, tearing lightly, as if to aid in expressing his displeasure.His hands are always avoiding the heavy ones, just like pulling the rope of the hydrogen balloon but not letting it break free from his hands, making it impossible for Allen to get the height he wants easily.

Your desires and desires are only in my hands, aren't they, Allen, forever, in my hands, Azazel said harshly. Dexter subconsciously nodded in response, and then he was relieved from his stepfather's grasp, and his whole body tensed up to climax.The milky white semen and fluid were mixed in the pool of blood under his feet, disappearing. Allen's knees were weak, and he fell limply on the ground, his legs were stained with cold blood. Azazel pulled him into his arms from behind, pecking at his bulging carotid artery, waiting for his breathing to calm down.

From now on it's just me and you, look at me, Allen, Azazel ordered. Allen slid down from Azazel's arms, one side of his body was covered with dark red blood, but he obediently got up from the ground, and his eyes found the dark eyes of his stepfather.His stepfather was just the opposite of him. There was no blood stain on his body. He couldn't help holding his stepfather's cheek with his hands, but the blood on his hands couldn't stain his clean face.

Yes, Dad, Allen finally replied.Be with me, forever, without the illusions they feed you, without heartache, and without escape, Azazel said softly.He combed Dexter's messy hair with hands as clean as his face, stroked the corners of his eyes with his thumbs, wiped his cheeks with his palms, and finally put a warm and bloody kiss on his lips, Like the blood that never becomes cold or congealed, it fills Allen's whole world.

Under the moonlight, the blood-red water turned white. Allen got out from under the water, washed off the blood, and climbed onto the shore.The full moon is still indifferently looking after this lonely saltwater lake, looking after a white boat parked, several black plastic bags brought out from the dilapidated huts on the shore, and Allen with a calm face.

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