Lord Demon, your family let you go home for dinner

What are the seven sins of man?

Anger, laziness, lust, jealousy, gluttony, arrogance, greed.

Why is there a crime?

Desires that are out of control, breed hard in the unrestrained darkness, and then return to irreparable consequences.

"Through me into the city of endless pain

Through me into the pit of eternal misery

Through me into the crowd of doomed people

is pushing my noble Creator

I am the crystallization of divine power, mind, and love

There was no eternal creation before me

I will be forever together

Those who enter will cut off all hope. ’ (from Dante’s Divine Comedy)

The young man's eyes were full of complete rage, and the raging killing intent was so clearly conveyed that he wished to crush the person in front of him to ashes.

The warm blood stained his eyes, slowly slid down the skin, and then fell into the pool of blood.

There was a smile on his face, like Satan from hell, his surging anger was burning in the heavens, but it was not limited to the human world.

Arrogance was his original sin, and the anger derived from arrogance was the root cause of this killing.

The man looked at the beating heart in the young man's hand in disbelief, and then fell into a pool of blood, completely losing the breath of life.

I looked at the heart in my hand and threw it away indifferently.Then he sat down slowly against the cold wall, looked at the flickering oil lamp on the opposite wall, and said nothing.

The heart rolled and rolled to an invisible dark corner, leaving behind a string of bloody traces.

The corridor was terribly quiet, the strong smell of blood fermented in the air, and finally turned into a disgusting smell, which lingered like a demon for a long time.

The corpses fell on the ground in a haphazard manner, some with a few sections of intestines exposed, some with a broken arm, and an eyeball still stained with blood, staring at the young man through the gray pupil.

The other prisoners in the cell carefully huddled themselves in the corner, looking at the direction of the young man with fear, for fear that the young man would rush forward in the next second and tear them to pieces.

The oil lamp flickered a few times, then suddenly went out.

It should be out of oil.

I thought absently.

Suddenly remembered some pictures of myself in modern times.

"We love peace, war and killing are not allowed."

"We live in a peaceful country."

"You. Are you going to do those killing things in the future?"

"How could it be? Everyone is fine. For Lulu, it is a great happiness!"

I tilted my head weakly, my body was in severe pain due to the overloaded movement, coupled with the previous illness, it took me a lot of energy to stay awake.

The teacher's face has long been unclear, and even the child's smile is blurred.

With the help of other oil lamps not far away, I clearly watched the tragedy in the corridor.

This is the first time I have used such a cruel method to torture and kill.

It was also the first time that I felt pleasure and satisfaction from the slaughter.

His hands trembled uncontrollably, cracks appeared in the phalanx due to the huge impact, but the trembling was not from pain, but from bloodthirsty excitement.

I curled up my lips feebly.

In my heart, there must be a demon living there.

"This is not a peaceful age, nor is it a peaceful country.

It was they who bullied me first, so I killed them.

Teacher, will you blame me? 』

There are a total of eight corpses, one of which is a middle-aged man, and two are soldiers who just wanted to take him to the depths of the prison.There was also a guard who wanted to help him but was cut off by a man.

There are also four innocent people.

I was mercilessly torn to pieces.

The fundus of the eyes became more and more hollow, and the smile on the corner of the young man's mouth became more ironic.

Wordless exhaustion enveloped him, and then he fell into a thick darkness.

"Blood... the smell of blood..."

A frail figure appeared shamblingly at the door.

Its voice was weird and lifeless, fumbling.Her long silver hair hangs down to her ankles, her pale gold eyes occupy half of her entire face, and she is wearing a silver-white robe.

It is a very delicate and gorgeous puppet doll.

The puppet walked into a pool of blood, and the red blood stained its hair and feet.

"...Amu... likes blood..." The puppet giggled, its head stiffly tilted towards the comatose young man.

A strange light flashed through her pale golden eyes: "... Amu... I like Wang more..."