【Group Cool】Dis Aliter Visum

Kurapika sat stiffly on the stool next to the table, not daring to take his eyes off the spider leader.Kuroro sat on the bench he had just used, with one leg crossed over the other, reading a very old book. He seemed to completely ignore Kurapika, but Kurapika still didn't dare let him drive his own car. line of sight.The other spiders retreated, leaving only him and their leader, who agreed that Kurapika, who had lost his telekinetic powers, was too weak to escape or hurt the tall, black-haired one they were following. Kurapika was ashamed of being a godlike man, and to his dismay, the spiders were right.

Kurapika's eyes were getting sore, he'd been burning red for twelve hours straight, he'd never tried it before.The red eyes are used to give the Kuruta a short-term burst of power. In moments of emotional excitement, they enhance the five senses, strengthen the body, and even make him feel that time slows down. However, these are for short-term use, not for long-term work.Kurapika already felt that Red Eye was draining his energy, he was sore and tired, but how could he relax?The man who Kurapika had been looking for for so long, the man who had caused him unimaginable harm and pain, was not only alive and well, but was sitting just a few feet away from him!

Kurapika closed his eyes -- just for a second, to ease the pain.When he opened his eyes again, he saw Chief Spider's dark, unfathomable eyes staring straight at him over the top corner of the book.Kurapika froze, for an entire hour he had sat there with his eyes fixed on his enemy who seemed to ignore him completely, but now, he was... staring at him.The dark-haired man closed the book and put it on the coffee table. He flattened his feet, leaned forward with his elbows on his knees, clasped his hands, and touched his fingertips a few times.

"Do you know hell?" Kuroro asked, and Kurapika blinked.

This question is really... abrupt.Kurapika didn't want to answer, but he suspected that the other party was just passing the time out of boredom.The blond boy thought for a minute, thinking about how he should answer this question. "Hell is a concept in many religious organizations and beliefs. It is the place where the dead souls return to the world." He finally said: "For some religions, it is the place of punishment for the wicked, but others only follow the The broadest interpretation is to regard it as a destination after death.”

The man nodded, as if the answer satisfied him: "Have you read Peter Binsfield*1?"

"The Witch Hunter?" Kurapika was... piqued.He didn't know what the man was going to say next, Kuroro saw him nodding, thought for a while, and said, "I've read some of his works, he may be more peaceful than his contemporary judges. He wrote a great deal about the demons and occupants of Christian hell." Kuroro nodded again.

"I like his work," he told Kurapika, "though neither I nor the people who raised me were Christian." Kuroro said this with a small, strange smile: "However, I think Their theories are interesting."

"That's why you chose 'Lucifero' as your name?" Kurapika asked, only to realize he was already chatting with his worst enemy.Kurapika stood straighter, his brow furrowed slightly, and the feeling at this moment was indescribable, and he suddenly realized that he was so interested in this that his eyes returned to normal.Now they are not so painful anymore.

"Lucifer," the man replied, Lucemferre*2, the Lightbringer. Kuroro stopped when Kurapika gave a puzzled "Huh?", and when the blond boy focused his attention again, Kuroro continued: "Before he was expelled from heaven and became the king of hell , he is known as the most shining angel. I like him a lot. Do you know his crime?"

"Proud." Kurapika replied easily, he remembered seeing it years ago, the story piqued his interest, and his memory was good again.

"Don't you think it fits well?" The man - Kurolo Lucifero - tilted his head and said, "I think it suits you too, but -----" He raised his head and looked at Kula Pickup stopped his protest before he could speak: "I think Yamen*3 is more suitable for you."

The meaning of the name Kurapika once read. "You named me Wrath?" he asked, wondering how he could make sense of it.

"No one has ever defeated me before you," the spider leader replied, concluding: "Your hatred gave you power over yourself. I should have killed you, but now I think you are too unique and It’s too powerful to kill, although I can still put you to death at any moment. I shouldn’t use you, you are really difficult to deal with.”

Resisting the urge to thank him meanly, Kurapika stared at him instead, to see what Kuroro understood: "Every one of the spiders has digital tattoos on their skin, I'm sure you understand that Thing----I am the leader and have the number zero."

Kuroro tapped his shoulder, and Kurapika wondered if that was where Kuroro's tattoo was. "But what about you? You should be number thirteen, because I know you will betray me in the end."

Kurapika gasped.He suddenly realized that he would have to get a badge of a group he hated tattooed on his skin -- never to! -----His heart yelled at him, or he would rather die!But if he died now, he had no chance to avenge his people, no chance to retrieve their lost eyes, no chance to return them to their graves in the valley of Luxor.He must live—he must live, the souls of the Parthians.No matter how much humiliation and shame he endured, if there was a way to fulfill his vow, he would bear it all.

"That's it," the spider leader stood up, and Kurapika tensed immediately, "We've had a long night, and tonight will be the same one again. We'll leave here at dinner and drive to this apartment, where there are You left a pair of eyeballs. We'd better get some sleep first." Kurapika frowned, how could he sleep?How could he fall asleep knowing this man was so close?It must be impossible for this to happen.

"You probably don't want to sleep on a hard old chair," the Spider Chief commented, standing in front of the bedroom door, turning his face to Kurapika.

Kurapika struggled for a while, got up, looked around, and prayed that there would be another bedroom in this room, but the god of luck didn't seem to be on Kurapika's side: "I sleep on the sofa," Kurapika said.

"No, you're going to sleep in the room with me," Kuroro said, gesturing to the room behind him: "There are two beds in it, and I want to take care of you, and I trust you as much as you trust mine." degree."

-----There is no reason to refuse, after all, he is a prisoner.Kurapika frowned, and followed the man into the room. As he said, there were two beds.Kurapika sat on the bed furthest from the window, knowing his captor would not let him get anywhere near a possible escape.He took off his shoes, ducked under the covers, and listened to the other, just as he had done across the room.Kurapika didn't fall asleep right away, but eventually succumbed to sleepiness and sank into the quagmire of nightmares.

TBC

*1 Peter Binsfield.The original text here is Petrus Binsfeldius, in Latin, author of "Binsfield's Classification of Demons"

*2 Latin writing of Lucifer

*3 Amon, sometimes called Amen, translated as Amon God or Yamen God.The god Amon is known as the "King of Thrones and Lands", or more proudly "King of the Gods".