Lord Demon, your family let you go home for dinner

The Shadow Clan in gray robes knelt in the main hall, looking reverently at their god sitting on the throne above.

His slightly trembling voice echoed in the empty hall: "My God, the Fool has brought what you want."

After speaking, he carefully took out the ring he had just stolen from the human woman.

The ring was dark and outrageously simple, with a faint power of faith attached to it.

The woman was originally the heir of a larger family, but unfortunately she was short-sighted and made a mess of the family.

Annoyed and depressed by the elders, she sneaked out with the money, and put the hideously ugly ring in her heart.

Although her father told her very solemnly that this thing was very important, how could a woman who loves beauty care about a ring that is so ugly.

The reason why she yelled to catch the thief was just to have a perfect encounter with her dear Holy Son, as for what was lost.

The hell knows.

Shadow Clan knelt on the ground, holding the ring wholeheartedly.

He heard the god on the altar let out a soft snort, and the empty voice faintly passed into his eardrums, reaching directly to the bottom of his heart: "That's right."

Then came little by little footsteps, each of which reached the bottom of his heart.

"Da da--"

He is getting more and more excited, his god! !Walking towards him! !

The footsteps stopped half a meter away from him, and he heard the intoxicated voice again: "Reward?"

He kowtowed excitedly: "May I become a part of my god!!"

God did not speak.

He was a little nervous: "God..."

"Your rank is not qualified yet." Another voice sounded coldly behind him.

Black hair, black eyes, sharp eye corners, cold lips, and a pair of black rimless glasses, he looks cold and ascetic.

Shadow Clan was so frightened that he lowered his head instantly and stood still.

The hollow voice sounded again, with a hint of teasing: "Jerusa, you scared him."

Jerusa bowed to God and said nothing more.

"Low rank is not a problem, besides..."

God leaned closer and obsessively smelled the scent of that Shadow Clan.

"...I can smell him." God raised his chin with his white hand, and looked at him.

It was the first time for Shadow Clan to see the appearance of the god he believed in.

White eyebrows, white eyelashes, white robes.His deity is unbelievably holy, with a delicate face and a faint smile at the corner of his mouth.

The most intoxicating thing is his eyes.

What beautiful eyes they are, the obsidian-like beautiful color occupies the entire eye socket, only the center of the eye is a little white, like the most noble beast.

The color of the hair is also fascinating, the innermost part is black, and the color gradually becomes lighter from the inside to the outside, like snow covered with black hair, and the outermost layer is white.

His perfect lips still made an ethereal voice: "Tell me, boy, who have you come into contact with?"

Upon hearing these words, Shadow Clan's originally bright eyes slowly dimmed.God saw everything he had been through through his eyes.

Steal the ancient ring.

Hunted by the Son.

Black robe man.

The god brought the tip of his nose to ShadowClan's face, caressing him with his soft breath like a feather.

God obsessively pursued the scent left by the man, not letting go of any trace.

He couldn't bear it anymore: "I promise your wish."

He gently but could not refuse to push the Shadow Clan onto the floor of the hall, and pressed himself on it.

"Be a part of me."

God lowered his head and bit his neck, and the blood in his body began to drain rapidly.

He could feel his life passing by.

He closed his eyes contentedly, and said piously: For my god.

God originally wanted to taste it carefully, but he couldn't find the man's smell no matter what.

He roughly crushed the disciple's body, frantically trying to find the last scent.

found it--

He took out the man's heart and tightened it cruelly, blood slid down the wrist.

God stretched out his scarlet tongue and licked the blood off his arm bit by bit.

Jerusalem watched all this, and the smell of blood permeated the temple.Large swaths of blood flowed out from around the corpse, staining the original white robe of the god red.

Even that perfect face was splattered with blood, and was licked by the tongue as it slid over the mouth.

The god finally completed his sacred ritual, and threw the shriveled heart aside.

He smiled and said, "The devil? Cheryl?"

"I'm sorry, I couldn't help it."

"I'll come to you right away, I hope you won't be angry."

Like a naughty child, Jerusa led the god by the hand and walked into the pool of gods.

It's time to give my god a bath.