The day to become the final boss
Chapter 114 The Finale
Wan Mo never imagined that such a situation would happen—a person’s complete soul splits suddenly, and along the split slit, the soul becomes two different individuals. gradually separated.
"Severus——" Wan Mo's voice was a little trembling, looking at the two souls struggling in Snape's body with a tendency to break and destroy—one was his familiar partner, and the other Wan Mo had all the soul-targeting souls. The laws didn't work on him at all, and this was the first time this had happened in thousands of years since he came to this secondary space.This made him have to temporarily suppress his irritability and panic at such a fatal time, and use his remaining rationality to think about why.
Why does the law of the soul belonging to the god of death have no effect on one's own partner?
Wan Mo finally came to the conclusion that the half body that caused the split soul did not belong to this world, but came from outside the world just like him.So much so that when he first merged with the young Snape, Wan Mo, who was in charge of the soul law of the entire subspace, didn't notice it, it was just a painful memory of him appearing as a bald man.
But one thing is certain, only Severus, who has a different life after being fused, is Wan Mo's deep love.
As for the first external soul other than Wan Mo to appear in the secondary dimension in thousands of years, who threw him into this world?Wan Mo's mind suddenly became extremely clear - the only one who can do this is probably the creator "Yuan" that exists in a strange space.
He looked up at the sky, his black eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the endless sky and return to the sacred space full of colorful crystal balls. "Is it you, Yuan—if you can hear me begging, if you can get him back to normal, I'll give anything! Anything!"
……
"What did you pay?" Snape, rubbing his temples, took the black tea that Moores handed over, even though his brain was still throbbing violently, he wanted to hear clearly what Moores had paid for him.
They had now returned to the Hogwarts vaults without alarming anyone.
Wan Mo spread his hands helplessly, "Eternal labor until the space is shattered."
"You are one of the most successful controllers I have ever seen, Mr. Wan Mo."
"As you know, I create a lot of space, not because of hobby, but because that is the meaning of my existence - only a stable secondary space can finally transform into the main space, and the amount of the main space determines The continuation of the secondary space."
"Most of the controllers of the other secondary spaces that you went to at the same time have been destroyed together with the space. The long-term depression and absolute power made them confused and crazy—but you didn't—"
"However, you have also distorted the essence of your soul during your long existence. This is not a good phenomenon, so I picked a special soul from another dimension to be your companion—he is the only one, and I have done it before. It’s a stupid thing to put multiple souls from different spaces into one space, and as a result, the speed of that space’s destruction is far beyond my expectation—”
"You're attracted to him because he's one of a kind, but I never thought you'd have that wonderful feeling for him—you call it 'love'?"
"Then, are you willing to continue the role of controller until the space is destroyed for him?"
……
"Is it worth it?" Snape said after a long silence.
Through the soul connection that day, he understood how tired Moers was of the duties of the controller.
"You deserve the best." The black eyes stared at him, as if staring at the most precious treasure.
Mr. Snape looked away unnaturally, pink at the base of his ears. "Noble Mers—Mr. Wan Mo can't let go of an old man who is as humble as an ant and has a disgraceful past life?"
"I thought you knew." Wan Mo smiled heartlessly, and took the cold black tea from his lover's hand.
He does know, because his mate has paid eternity for him.
"So, Severus, do you blame me?"
"What's your fault?"
"Blame me for binding our souls together without your consent. You can only live with me and die with me. In the future, you can only sigh in the face of endless time."
Snape's dark eyes stared at him, seeing that he had a delicate face unique to oriental people, hair as smooth as black silk, and black eyes that could almost overflow with tenderness.
"I guess that's my pleasure."
"Then——" Wan Mo took his left hand and kissed the obsidian ring on his ring finger, "Honey, please tell me——you love me."
The corner of Snape's mouth twitched slightly, he hadn't given up listening to those three words.
"I think you already know it through the soul connection, and there is no need to say it."
"But I want to hear it." Wan Mo's black eyes were fixed on him, and he kissed the finger with the ring delicately. His gaze made Snape feel inexplicably embarrassed, and he wanted to pull back the hand he was holding. hand.
Every shallow kiss of Moores has a slight dark halo, and when his lips leave, the obsidian ring has become a black ring that is much thinner than before and full of complex and beautiful dark patterns——Moles' left hand The same rings also appear, resembling a pair of wedding rings.
"..."
"..."
"Well, it's my honor to beg the great, high and noble god again and again." Although Mr. Snape raised his chin and tried to look arrogant, he couldn't hide the pink behind his ears. The fact of the entire face and neck, he pursed his thin lips. "I……"
Wan Mo blinked.
"I……"
"You what?" White fingers caressed the alluring pink.
"Damn it, don't look at me!" Snape tensed his face, pursed his lips and stared at him, the blush on his face deepened.
"I like looking at you." It's satisfying to look at you.
"……I love you--"
Wan Mo opened his mouth slightly, and froze the movements of his hands. He even froze for two seconds, and then blinked.
And Mr. Snape seemed to have experienced the most embarrassing thing in his life. He only felt his head swell, and the heat on his face shot up like a gushing magma, as if it was about to burst through his forehead!
"Honey, I didn't catch what you just said—"
Snape glared at him viciously, stood up from the sofa suddenly, and walked towards the bedroom with stiff hands and feet - he needed to wash his face in cold water!
A pair of arms reached out from behind and hugged his waist.
"I want to listen to it again." The cool lips pecked his neck thinly, and the familiar, inexplicable smell invaded Snape's nostrils.
"Damn it, don't even think about it, never—" Snape blushed and gritted his teeth and growled in a low voice, trying to unhook the arms around his waist and hide temporarily out of sight of Mers go.
"Then let me do it—I want to do it with you, I want it so much, I want it now—" The slippery and wet tongue licked and moved on his sensitive earlobe, and the heavy sucking left a striking mark on his pale skin imprint.
"Let me remind you, Mr. Moores, you're Death, you don't have a damned excess of hormones to make you act out of character...uh..." Snape faltered as he got into his robes. The palm took a breath, and the breath was a little unsteady, "Maybe I should stuff the word shame into your noble mind."
"Honey, the word shame has never been in my vocabulary...and—you want it too?"
"Absolutely answer you that I don't want to now, take your hand away—uh—"
"You've reached me, my dear." Mr. Moores groped and comforted his nimble fingers presumptuously, and licked his moist lips with his bright red tongue, "I think I should be responsible for the part of you that is already in a state of excitement. ’” Fingertips skilfully scraped across the towering giant rounded top, successfully shutting Snape’s mouth and shuddering.Amidst the lover's heavier and thicker breath, the desire rolled in Wan Mo's black eyes.The desire is so strong that it can burn people to ashes in an instant.
...then...the lights are closed, no visits =
……
Dumbledore had a very fulfilling life in the post-war period. From calling for the reconstruction of the wizarding world to testifying for Lucius and Slytherin who defected from the Death Eaters in the last battle, he was exhausted, waiting to take care of himself. Well a month has passed since then.
During this period, he still took time out of his busy schedule to go to Germany.
In the end, the old man didn't allow anyone to follow him, and he returned to his birthplace - Godric's Hollow alone.He returned to his old house and lived alone.
The hole in his chest blasted by Voldemort in the last battle has never healed. The hole is so large that even the internal organs under the broken breastbone can be vaguely seen.The old wizard was glad it didn't hurt and bleed anymore, but it also made him feel less alive.
It was a dusk with a charming scene. He was lying on the old but comfortable rocking chair and dozing off while stroking the hollow of his chest. A dark cloaked man with a scythe persistently appeared in front of him silently.
"You're here..." The old man turned his head, his blue eyes were full of anticipation like a child's, and a sincere smile appeared on his wrinkled face. "Now that you can carry out your mission, I have been wondering when I will wait until you—"
He smelled the musty smell of the old house, and closed his eyes peacefully.
[… dying is actually like going to bed after a long day.Moreover, for those with a clear mind, death is just another great adventure...] The next day, the master of potions, who had disappeared from the magic world for more than a month, appeared at the funeral of the greatest white wizard of this century, According to those who were present, he also brought a partner with an oriental face.
"Severus——" Wan Mo's voice was a little trembling, looking at the two souls struggling in Snape's body with a tendency to break and destroy—one was his familiar partner, and the other Wan Mo had all the soul-targeting souls. The laws didn't work on him at all, and this was the first time this had happened in thousands of years since he came to this secondary space.This made him have to temporarily suppress his irritability and panic at such a fatal time, and use his remaining rationality to think about why.
Why does the law of the soul belonging to the god of death have no effect on one's own partner?
Wan Mo finally came to the conclusion that the half body that caused the split soul did not belong to this world, but came from outside the world just like him.So much so that when he first merged with the young Snape, Wan Mo, who was in charge of the soul law of the entire subspace, didn't notice it, it was just a painful memory of him appearing as a bald man.
But one thing is certain, only Severus, who has a different life after being fused, is Wan Mo's deep love.
As for the first external soul other than Wan Mo to appear in the secondary dimension in thousands of years, who threw him into this world?Wan Mo's mind suddenly became extremely clear - the only one who can do this is probably the creator "Yuan" that exists in a strange space.
He looked up at the sky, his black eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the endless sky and return to the sacred space full of colorful crystal balls. "Is it you, Yuan—if you can hear me begging, if you can get him back to normal, I'll give anything! Anything!"
……
"What did you pay?" Snape, rubbing his temples, took the black tea that Moores handed over, even though his brain was still throbbing violently, he wanted to hear clearly what Moores had paid for him.
They had now returned to the Hogwarts vaults without alarming anyone.
Wan Mo spread his hands helplessly, "Eternal labor until the space is shattered."
"You are one of the most successful controllers I have ever seen, Mr. Wan Mo."
"As you know, I create a lot of space, not because of hobby, but because that is the meaning of my existence - only a stable secondary space can finally transform into the main space, and the amount of the main space determines The continuation of the secondary space."
"Most of the controllers of the other secondary spaces that you went to at the same time have been destroyed together with the space. The long-term depression and absolute power made them confused and crazy—but you didn't—"
"However, you have also distorted the essence of your soul during your long existence. This is not a good phenomenon, so I picked a special soul from another dimension to be your companion—he is the only one, and I have done it before. It’s a stupid thing to put multiple souls from different spaces into one space, and as a result, the speed of that space’s destruction is far beyond my expectation—”
"You're attracted to him because he's one of a kind, but I never thought you'd have that wonderful feeling for him—you call it 'love'?"
"Then, are you willing to continue the role of controller until the space is destroyed for him?"
……
"Is it worth it?" Snape said after a long silence.
Through the soul connection that day, he understood how tired Moers was of the duties of the controller.
"You deserve the best." The black eyes stared at him, as if staring at the most precious treasure.
Mr. Snape looked away unnaturally, pink at the base of his ears. "Noble Mers—Mr. Wan Mo can't let go of an old man who is as humble as an ant and has a disgraceful past life?"
"I thought you knew." Wan Mo smiled heartlessly, and took the cold black tea from his lover's hand.
He does know, because his mate has paid eternity for him.
"So, Severus, do you blame me?"
"What's your fault?"
"Blame me for binding our souls together without your consent. You can only live with me and die with me. In the future, you can only sigh in the face of endless time."
Snape's dark eyes stared at him, seeing that he had a delicate face unique to oriental people, hair as smooth as black silk, and black eyes that could almost overflow with tenderness.
"I guess that's my pleasure."
"Then——" Wan Mo took his left hand and kissed the obsidian ring on his ring finger, "Honey, please tell me——you love me."
The corner of Snape's mouth twitched slightly, he hadn't given up listening to those three words.
"I think you already know it through the soul connection, and there is no need to say it."
"But I want to hear it." Wan Mo's black eyes were fixed on him, and he kissed the finger with the ring delicately. His gaze made Snape feel inexplicably embarrassed, and he wanted to pull back the hand he was holding. hand.
Every shallow kiss of Moores has a slight dark halo, and when his lips leave, the obsidian ring has become a black ring that is much thinner than before and full of complex and beautiful dark patterns——Moles' left hand The same rings also appear, resembling a pair of wedding rings.
"..."
"..."
"Well, it's my honor to beg the great, high and noble god again and again." Although Mr. Snape raised his chin and tried to look arrogant, he couldn't hide the pink behind his ears. The fact of the entire face and neck, he pursed his thin lips. "I……"
Wan Mo blinked.
"I……"
"You what?" White fingers caressed the alluring pink.
"Damn it, don't look at me!" Snape tensed his face, pursed his lips and stared at him, the blush on his face deepened.
"I like looking at you." It's satisfying to look at you.
"……I love you--"
Wan Mo opened his mouth slightly, and froze the movements of his hands. He even froze for two seconds, and then blinked.
And Mr. Snape seemed to have experienced the most embarrassing thing in his life. He only felt his head swell, and the heat on his face shot up like a gushing magma, as if it was about to burst through his forehead!
"Honey, I didn't catch what you just said—"
Snape glared at him viciously, stood up from the sofa suddenly, and walked towards the bedroom with stiff hands and feet - he needed to wash his face in cold water!
A pair of arms reached out from behind and hugged his waist.
"I want to listen to it again." The cool lips pecked his neck thinly, and the familiar, inexplicable smell invaded Snape's nostrils.
"Damn it, don't even think about it, never—" Snape blushed and gritted his teeth and growled in a low voice, trying to unhook the arms around his waist and hide temporarily out of sight of Mers go.
"Then let me do it—I want to do it with you, I want it so much, I want it now—" The slippery and wet tongue licked and moved on his sensitive earlobe, and the heavy sucking left a striking mark on his pale skin imprint.
"Let me remind you, Mr. Moores, you're Death, you don't have a damned excess of hormones to make you act out of character...uh..." Snape faltered as he got into his robes. The palm took a breath, and the breath was a little unsteady, "Maybe I should stuff the word shame into your noble mind."
"Honey, the word shame has never been in my vocabulary...and—you want it too?"
"Absolutely answer you that I don't want to now, take your hand away—uh—"
"You've reached me, my dear." Mr. Moores groped and comforted his nimble fingers presumptuously, and licked his moist lips with his bright red tongue, "I think I should be responsible for the part of you that is already in a state of excitement. ’” Fingertips skilfully scraped across the towering giant rounded top, successfully shutting Snape’s mouth and shuddering.Amidst the lover's heavier and thicker breath, the desire rolled in Wan Mo's black eyes.The desire is so strong that it can burn people to ashes in an instant.
...then...the lights are closed, no visits =
……
Dumbledore had a very fulfilling life in the post-war period. From calling for the reconstruction of the wizarding world to testifying for Lucius and Slytherin who defected from the Death Eaters in the last battle, he was exhausted, waiting to take care of himself. Well a month has passed since then.
During this period, he still took time out of his busy schedule to go to Germany.
In the end, the old man didn't allow anyone to follow him, and he returned to his birthplace - Godric's Hollow alone.He returned to his old house and lived alone.
The hole in his chest blasted by Voldemort in the last battle has never healed. The hole is so large that even the internal organs under the broken breastbone can be vaguely seen.The old wizard was glad it didn't hurt and bleed anymore, but it also made him feel less alive.
It was a dusk with a charming scene. He was lying on the old but comfortable rocking chair and dozing off while stroking the hollow of his chest. A dark cloaked man with a scythe persistently appeared in front of him silently.
"You're here..." The old man turned his head, his blue eyes were full of anticipation like a child's, and a sincere smile appeared on his wrinkled face. "Now that you can carry out your mission, I have been wondering when I will wait until you—"
He smelled the musty smell of the old house, and closed his eyes peacefully.
[… dying is actually like going to bed after a long day.Moreover, for those with a clear mind, death is just another great adventure...] The next day, the master of potions, who had disappeared from the magic world for more than a month, appeared at the funeral of the greatest white wizard of this century, According to those who were present, he also brought a partner with an oriental face.
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