Lord Demon, your family let you go home for dinner

The shadow of death permeated the black scorched earth.

"Also, I lied to you about one thing."

Large pieces of fireballs smashed down, as if they couldn't finish, countless flames spread from all around, like a demon with fangs, staring at the surroundings, trying to devour everything.

"What's up?"

Chaos has always known that the boy's eyes are very beautiful.

Even though his expression has always been indifferent, like the freezing winter snow, his eyes are pale gold, clear and translucent. When the sun shines down, the golden eyes melt the cold winter, and they are incredibly beautiful.

The young man stretched out his right hand, and very slowly covered the young man's eyebrows.

His hands were too pale, clean, with well-defined knuckles, slender and beautiful.

At this time, the boy's eyebrows were covered, and only the other's extremely pale lips could be seen.

The lips are slightly parted, and the white teeth are looming, as if inviting a kiss.

"Your eyes can actually see very early."

"I secretly cast a spell so that you cannot see my face."

That way you won't find out that I look exactly like Zero.

There seemed to be light in Chaos' eyes, with a touch of joy.

Then you will know that it is I who possess you, not Zero.

The flames were raging.

Large tracts of forest turned into dead wood, and the gray sawdust was scorched into the sky by the temperature of the flames, and then fell slowly, like flakes of snow.

The snow became the only light color in the mountains of flames and the dark sky. They fell and fell on the young man's hair, on his black robe, and by the young man's ears.

Chaos hair was dyed white by the snow.

His hands trembled slightly, and a soft light leaked from his fingertips.

Cheryl only felt a cool and gentle temperature passing through his eyes.

"Are you disenchanting yourself?"

Chaos lowered his head slightly, and his long hair slid down, like a beautiful waterfall, entangled again on the snow-covered ground.

He could feel the boy opened his eyes, and the eyelashes brushed against his palm, itching and provocative.

"You can let go of your hand."

The cold palms were still covering the boy's face, which made him a little uncomfortable.

"You're not good at seeing light right now, your eyes will be overwhelmed."

"Your voice……"

Why is your voice hoarse?

Yes, because the smell of burnt and ash lingered on the tip of his nose, and he never smelled it.

That almost pungent smell of blood.

"What's wrong with you?? Why does it smell like blood??"

"Don't look."

"Don't look."

A long sword pierced the young man's heart, and dark blood slid down the sword tip, tick-tocking, staining the young man's skirt red.

Their lips and teeth are attached to each other, and their breaths are intertwined.But Cheryl only felt flustered from the cold, he opened his mouth in a panic, big and big teardrops slid down the corners of his eyes, and wet the other party's hands covering his face.

"Are you injured?? Seriously??"

"Don't look."

"Let go, let go! Let me see your injuries!!"

Chaos closed his eyes, and his long eyelashes swept across the boy's face.The movement of his hand relaxed, and the hand that was covered with the teenager's tears began to slide down slowly.

"Don't look."

There is so much blood that it will scare you.

The young man opened his arms and embraced the person on his body.

He saw a sky full of fireballs and a gray sky.

He felt the blood-soaked clothes of the person in his arms.

He raised his hand tremblingly and saw the blood on his palm.

"chaos?"

There are so many voices here.

There was the sound of branches breaking, and the sound of fireballs falling.There was the sound of the ground collapsing.Booming, harsh and dangerous.

But even if they were so close, so close that they hugged each other tightly, there was not a trace of air between them.

He still couldn't hear the voice of the other party answering.

Couldn't hear the other party's breathing.