Throne of Radiance

[Etc., etc!what happened? ]

[If I understand correctly, since they entered Worthy Castle, they have entered the world in the painting. If they continue, their memories will be assimilated and they will completely become the people in the painting. ]

[...And then, like the "father" in the little girl's mouth, it was peeled and bled round after round, used up and restored repeatedly in the scroll, and turned into drawing paper and paint? ]

[Combined with the background of the cursed painting itself, it is the evil thing made by the artist with his wife and daughter.There is reason to suspect that the more people are sealed in the painting, the more powerful the painting will be. It seems that the continuous skinning and bloodletting should actually be repeatedly squeezing the souls of the people in the painting to enhance the power of the cursed painting. ]

[Hiss - so, from the moment they entered the castle, their fate was already doomed. ]

[The painting of the curse should have some kind of strange power to blind cognition. The longer you stay in the painting, the easier it is to be assimilated.That's why they forget their true origins and regard themselves as explorers staying overnight. I suspect that if they wait for a while, they will be more assimilated, and they may directly regard themselves as the master of the castle, that Worthy Madam's brothers and sisters and the like, they will stay here forever...]

[There are a lot of bigwigs in the comment area, and they speak clearly and logically. I can only call for help from the beginning to the end. Is this the difference in IQ between people?Or did humans quietly evolve again when I didn't know? ]

[Although I don't quite understand it, it seems to make sense. ]

[So, what is the current situation? ]

[Obviously, this extraordinary existence that suddenly appeared is beyond the limit of coping in the normal mode of the Cursed Painting, and is not assimilated by false cognition, so the Cursed Painting directly exposes its true colors, that is, it completely overturns the chessboard! ]

[Wait, if I remember correctly, this seems to be the extraordinary person who took away the statue of the nameless and faceless god?Now he came with the painting of the curse again, and he looked very familiar with this painting. Could it be that this is his property? ]

[Classic beauty I can! ]

Ever since Joey appeared, the comment section of the live broadcast has never stopped.

Until the entire castle and the cloudy sky outside began to distort and deform, falling from three-dimensional to two-dimensional. It seemed that an infinite picture scroll covering the world appeared, and the picture on the live screen also began to distort and flicker violently.

The invisible space was chaotic like undulating waves, and everyone watching the live broadcast began to feel dizzy, as if they were being stirred up and down in their heads, and their eyes were in a trance.Only a very small number of people whose spirituality is higher than ordinary people can still watch as usual.

The blood that spread all over the world rushed towards Joey, melting and swallowing everything it passed.Bloody grimaces, thorns, clumps of roses burning like blood floated in the sea of ​​blood, and countless images appeared at the same time, flocking to the same person from all directions.It seemed that his whole body was going to be pierced, crushed, and burned into ashes.

The constantly manifesting picture scroll seemed to wrap him.

Joey stood there without moving, and the turbulent sea of ​​blood around him stirred up air waves. His short cloak flew in the turbulent air waves, and his silky long black hair fluttered along with it.

He raised his hand suddenly, and a scroll of painting appeared in his hand without sound.

wow-

The sound of the picture scroll being unfolded followed, and it seemed that an illusory drawing paper was spread out from under Joey's feet, extending to the distant sky at one end, and to the mother and daughter in the castle at the other end.

The snow-white drawing paper was spread, and there were colorful lights jumping on it, and a certain very alluring dreamlike atmosphere floated, dyeing the burning crimson blood sea with colorful colors.

People with high spirituality can vaguely see an imaginary dining table depicted between Joey and the mother and daughter, with Joey at one end of the table and they at the other end of the table.

Surrounding them was a ferocious sea of ​​blood, and flame-like colorful flames jumping in the blood. The blood and colorful flames intertwined and devoured each other without giving an inch.

It seems that there are two overlapping scrolls between heaven and earth, and the content in the scrolls is constantly eroding away from the other party's drawing paper.

For a while, it was evenly matched.

A look of surprise flashed across the eyes of the woman in a long black dress: "This is... "The Last Supper"?"

"It turns out that you know each other, and that would be great." Joey sat down in front of the illusory dining table, resting his elbows leisurely, admiring the turbulent sea of ​​blood and colorful flames rushing against each other, two scrolls between the sky and the earth Crazy pulling.

His eyes turned to the mother and daughter on the opposite side, and he made a gesture of please sit down: "I have been looking forward to such a scene for a long time."

"... Anyway, it is also my most proud work so far. I have wanted to try it for a long time. Compared with "Sabbath", who is more qualified to become the highest collection of the association."

When he spoke, his tone was calm, his voice revealed a light smile, and there was a very simple purity in those dark eyes.

"And thank you for granting my wish."

The woman's complexion became more serious.

——"The Last Supper" is just a work of this person, and it is a very small part of this person's strength, but "Sabbath" places all their strength, and is the only place where the souls of the mother and daughter live .

These two paintings are evenly matched in performance, but it doesn't mean that the person in front of him can't do anything about them. The other party has too many methods. If he didn't want to try how powerful his works can be, the attacks they faced Certainly much more than that.

Thinking of this, as an evil spirit, she couldn't help but feel a burst of despair. She felt that the little hand holding her hand was also unknowingly increasing its strength. woman's heart.

... Is it really necessary to be arrested and imprisoned in a small picture scroll from now on, never to see the light of day again?

The illusory picture scroll world is overturning, cracks spread out in the surrounding world, and countless colorful flames burn in the cracks, vaguely revealing a corner of the real world outside.

...No, no!Never!

The despair that had been spreading since Joey's arrival finally broke out completely. The pupils of the mother and daughter turned completely black in an instant. The memory fragments of the day of death seemed to flash back in the mind again, and the extremely strong emotions turned into horror. The mental storm, centered on the two of them, spread to the surroundings.

The desperation and resentment of being killed by a beloved husband; the blood in his body was let go by his biological father, and he could only fall to the ground like a rag doll, feeling his body temperature getting colder and colder, in a small studio. A little fear and unwillingness to go to death; the darkness and loneliness of being imprisoned in the painting for decades, the despair of being caught again after finally escaping from the confinement... All kinds of negative emotions burst out in an instant, turning into "Sabbath Day" "The best nourishment, burning with extremely strong spirituality.

boom!

Distorted spiritual fluctuations continue to spread around, and only irrational madness seems to be left in the black pupils swallowed by resentment and despair. pigment.

The moment they collapsed, it seemed that endless blood gushed out from their bodies, pouring into the entire world.

The crimson bloody flames suddenly flourished, overwhelming the colorful luster in an instant, taking advantage of this moment of suppression, the illusory scroll of "Sabbath" was pulled away like a fish, and the portraits of the mother and daughter were included. It also retreats rapidly like a teleportation, and everything is becoming illusory and bleak.

It was as if among the two picture scrolls spread out on the table, the one stacked underneath was suddenly taken away quickly and completely put away.

"Stay."

A finger suddenly appeared and pressed a corner of the scroll.

——The young man who floated up at some point held tightly to the corner of the picture scroll that was constantly blurring in mid-air, making it impossible to break free.

In his pitch-black pupils, deep and rich silver spread out, as if there was an invisible spiritual wave spreading around, ordering this illusory world.It also made the rapidly receding picture scroll stagnate in mid-air, trembling for a while.It seemed that he wanted to resist his order, but he couldn't do it in the end.

The entire illusory world has become a mess.The chaotic space and colorful color blocks are like an overturned palette painted on a blank drawing paper.Joey walked through the colorful color blocks and pulled along the locked scroll.

brush--

"Sabbath" who almost escaped successfully and then hid himself in the color block was pulled out by him at once.

The flat picture scroll changed from two-dimensional to three-dimensional at the moment of unfolding, and soon everything in the painting became three-dimensional again.

In the old castle, the floor and walls stained red with blood, the mother and daughter reunited, as well as the uninvited guests.It seems that everything is back to the beginning.

What was different from then was the state of the mother and daughter.

——The blood in their bodies seemed to have been completely drained, and they were limp and pale in a corner of the castle, making people think that they were two paper figurines made by others.

The madness ignited by resentment and despair faded from their eyes, replaced by unconcealable horror.

——They were sobered up by Joey.

Mrs. Worthy, who was wearing a long black dress, stared incredulously at the silver in the young man's eyes that had not yet faded, and could still recall the feeling of being completely out of control and being forced to reappear just now.

"What a terrifying spirituality..."

... Is this person really still a "human being"?

"The game is over, and the winner is—"The Last Supper"!" Joey announced in a good mood, and he got up and walked towards the mother and daughter who had lost all their strength and remained motionless. "Then, it's time for us to go back. After running out for so long while sleeping, you should have played outside enough, right?"

When he spoke, he always used the singular pronoun "you" instead of "you", and it seemed that the object of communication from the beginning to the end was not the mother and daughter, but the "Sabbath" which he called the dark festival, which is of course His arrogance is irritating.

"Don't!" The little girl's eyes widened angrily, she slumped in the corner of the wall powerlessly, her limp little hands grabbed the floor hard, and her eyes were full of burning anger when she stared at the young man, "I don't want to go back with you !"

"Huh?" Joey uttered an unintelligible syllable.He seemed to find something interesting, and looked away from the little girl's angry eyes, and then looked at the woman next to him.

Mrs. Worthy squeezed her daughter's hand tightly with the remaining strength: "I also refuse. We will not go back with you!"

Those who watched them were silent for three seconds.

Then, he couldn't help laughing anymore, his tone was clearly gentle, but it was extremely cold: "What are you talking about! The works should be kept in the collection room of the association, should they be returned? You thought I was asking for your opinion?"

Speaking of this, the corners of Joey's smiling lips suddenly turned into a straight line.

He stretched out his hand, and suddenly a corner of the castle became flattened, rolling towards him like a raised book page, and a picture scroll vaguely emerged.At some point, the man suspended in the air leaned over and stared at the picture scroll. He reached out and grabbed the scroll, and rolled up the picture scroll made of the whole world.

"A work should have the consciousness of a work, and now you don't have the qualifications to go wherever you want!"

The twitched picture scroll trembled violently, resisting desperately.Two female voices, one mature and one immature, overlapped and came out.

"No! We are living people, and we are not works at the mercy of others! We would rather destroy this painting than go back!" Amidst the violent trembling, a crack began to spread along the scroll, as if to destroy the whole painting The painting was torn to pieces.

Joey suddenly clenched the scroll tightly, and the rich silver spread in his eyes, transforming into invisible spiritual power and spreading continuously. Afterwards, the trembling movement of the scroll became smaller and weaker.

The furious and struggling expressions of the mother and daughter also gradually faded.

"So you think so?" There was a wonderful smile on his face, "I told you, don't you think... that you are the wife and daughter who were killed by the author of "Sabbath" and turned into evil spirits after death? Was it sealed in this painting?"

"Is not it?"

"Hahahaha, of course not! What a joke! Before me, no one can seal a spirit body into a work!" As if hearing some ridiculous joke, Joey suddenly laughed, involving the field of art, this time At that time, he seemed to be a different person, with an indescribable arrogance and arrogance, "

You must have overestimated him! "

He made a sarcasm of contempt and disdain for his predecessors, and asked again: "Just one question, do you have all the memories of your life? Or, do you only remember the day you died?"

The memories before he died were played back repeatedly in his mind, the deep resentment, the deep unwillingness, the madness to destroy everything, all turned into the deepest imprint in the spirituality.But before that?She still remembered that day, before she was killed by her beloved husband, what was she going to... What was she going to do?

Mrs. Worthy's voice began to tremble: "How is it possible..."

"Also, of the paintings on the walls of the ancient castle, except one of them is the prototype of the Sabbath, the others should have been painted by you by collecting paints and drawing paper, right?" Joey said lightly. At this moment, the voice sounded like a devil whispering, "This level is far better than many mediocre self-proclaimed painters. Did the painter's wife and daughter really master such a skill during their lifetime?"

The little girl also widened her eyes, and there was a bang in her head.

Yeah, why can she draw those pictures so skillfully?Among the shattered memory fragments before death, there was a girl who bounced into the studio to play with her father, and drew stick figure graffiti crookedly in the corner... No, that wasn't her!

Do not……

The most important cognition deep in my heart was easily disintegrated, and it seemed that some long-held belief was shattered in an instant.

Two pairs of eyes looked up at Joey at the same time, the pupils were filled with frantic colors, and the crimson pigment like blood flowed out from their pupils, intertwined on the ground.

Immediately afterwards, their bodies continued to disintegrate, completely losing their original appearance, and turned into color blocks that twisted and squirmed in the corner, like blood-red paint spreading wildly on the drawing paper.

"No, no, who am I? Who am I? Who am I!"

"Well, the spirituality of the work comes from the creator's strong emotion and spiritual will, but that guy went on the wrong path, mixing his distorted emotions of killing his wife and daughter with the despair and resentment of his wife and daughter before they died... you, it is in A monster born from such distorted emotions and resentment!"

While keeping away the scroll, the young man who was walking towards the front let out a soft sigh. He looked at the blood-red color block that was spreading continuously on the drawing paper, and revealed the subversive truth——

"You were never human, but the spirit of Sabbath."

"It's too funny to misunderstand that I am the undead of human beings. As the spirit of the work, even all the memories come from the mental fragments of the deceased when he died. He regards the resentment of others as his own resentment, and is infected by the despair of the deceased. Swallowing blood and soul irrationally... You, like this, still pursue the freedom of human beings, instead of staying in the collection room obediently. Isn't this pursuit really imposed by memory? All your emotions are just It's just a false emotion given by people."

"No, no, no..."

The two overlapping female voices frantically almost babbled.The surging blood rushes left and right in the picture scroll, as if it has fallen into madness.

As a result, the picture scroll trembled more and more violently, but it didn't resist Joey's continuous movements to put it away. It was more like a collapsed self-doubt, but it became better to put it away.

"not like this!"

The little girl's immature voice finally broke free from the frantic raving, and her soft voice was still trembling.

"We, we are not dead things."

This sentence seemed to be blessed with some kind of confidence. She emphasized her tone and said with more certainty:

"...from the moment Mr. Worthy brought us home and treated us like family, we were no longer dead things. Our emotions were not all false emotions given to us, at least, at least to Worthy Mr. Xi's feelings are real."

The crimson blocks that were constantly collapsing in the picture scroll slowly gathered together, vaguely condensing the outlines of two human figures.

But it is no longer the fixed image of Mrs. Worthy and Miss Worthy before. Their clothes and appearance are constantly changing.

Joey watched their changes with great interest, even stopping the movement of constantly gathering the picture scrolls.

There was an inexplicable expectation in his eyes.

Until the end, the posture of the human form was completely stabilized, and the two whose appearance was still changing from time to time opened their eyes at the same time.

"—we already have a human heart."

All the aura of frenzy dissipated, turning into a cold calm.

Two overlapping female voices let out a wistful sigh: "Although I am very grateful that you let us know our true nature and no longer be swayed by other people's resentment, I am sorry, we are just like this, and we will never go with you Yes, Mr. Joy."

"We don't want to return to the collection of the Artists Association as dead objects." They bowed deeply, stood up and looked at Joey with gratitude and vigilance in their eyes, "Besides, we are willing to do anything for you thing……"

"Okay."

Unexpectedly, Joey suddenly agreed, as if everything before was just a ridiculous dream.

The expressions of the two of them froze for a moment.

"I said yes. You are free."

Joey didn't mean to explain too much.As for what the other party promised to do for him, obviously he didn't care.

He just let go of the hand holding the scroll: "It seems that I can appear in this era of revived spiritual energy in my current form, and I have a credit for being inspired by you... Moreover, the soul that has transformed into a human heart , it can be regarded as a unique work that surpasses the grade, and if you bring it back like this, it may kill the possibility of your continued evolution."

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

The invisible picture scroll spread rapidly between the sky and the earth.

Joey took a step back, bent over and gave a gentleman's salute.Silky black long hair drooped down along with his movements, and that classic and beautiful face had a kind of mystery like a saint.

"I look forward to... your future."