deformed bone

Calvin expected Mrs. Anna to find out that something was wrong.

Even though he already knew the final outcome, he still looked forward to it in vain.

In fact, Mrs. Anna did realize something was wrong...

She stood at the door, staring at the dog on the altar with strange eyes.

"This is... Darling?"

she asked.

That masked smile once again appeared on the face of the Adventist nun.

"Of course, Dahlin's state looks much better than before, doesn't it? But because it has just undergone the ritual, it may take a while to wake up."

"But……"

Mrs. Anna continued to stare at the white dog, the muscles around her eyes twitching unnaturally.Then she took a few steps forward and approached the white dog. She stroked the white and smooth hair of the little thing, her lips trembling slightly.

There was an unnatural look in the nun's eyes.

She stretched out her hand and covered the back of Mrs. Anna's withered hand.

"Feel it? Your dog is healthy, young, and full of life again. Praise the Son with me, and praise the miracles He has given us. From today onwards, you will never have to face your beloved pet suffering The pain and suffering, not having to worry about the vet bills, not having to worry about trying to feed him medicine, and cleaning up his shit... Ana, I see you as family and that's why I'm so happy for you. Your life It was already heavy enough, and Darling's improvement finally gave you room to breathe. Perhaps this is some kind of enlightenment from the Holy Son to you after seeing your piety."

Calvin watched Mrs. Anna's pupils shrink suddenly, and the weird expression on her face gradually became foolish and firm under the nun's persuasion.

"My Darling, turned into a good dog again."

She murmured, and it was hard to tell whether she was speaking to the nun or herself.

"Yes, he is indeed a good dog now."

The Adventist nun narrowed her eyes as she repeated the old woman's words.

And at this moment, Calvin suddenly felt that something touched him, he turned his head suddenly, and looked at the wooden box in the corner.

He met one eye.

It was a blurred eye, far less clear than when Calvin first saw it, but still docile.It's just that this meekness is tainted with pain and confusion.

etc--

Calvin rushed back to the corner and put his hand into the wooden crate. The still soft and warm fur on his palm told him the fact that Darling hadn't completely died—that young man did indeed It's a little careless, so it still has an extremely weak vitality left.

Also because of the man's carelessness and laxity, the blanket was not tightly covered, leaving a long gap between it and the ground.And the angle at which Dahlin lay limp on the ground happened to be able to see the outside scene through this gap.

It's just that it hurts so badly, it can't move, it can't breathe, it can't make any sound.

It could only lie on the ground motionless like that, watching its master walk into the room step by step, and then reached out to caress the big strange white dog.

"Oh, my sweet Darling..."

It heard Mrs. Anna barking at the dog.

【do not look……】

Calvin tried to block Darling's sight, but he also knew that everything was futile.

Darling saw it anyway.

It saw Mrs. Anna hugging the strange dog after a short period of hesitation. In the first moment, the old lady's movements and expressions seemed a little stiff, but soon her actions became natural.

Perhaps because she had convinced herself at last, she had taken the nun's word for it without reservation, and had taken the dog as if it had really been Darling.

There was great anxiety and fear in the eyes of Darling in the wooden crate.

It doesn't understand what's going on.

It only knows that its owner has misunderstood the dog. If it has not been seriously injured, or if it is not so seriously ill, it may still be struggling to bark.

But now it can only squirm its lips slightly and open its eyes desperately.

It couldn't make a sound at all.

Calvin's body was shaking, he didn't know why he should feel so sorry for an old dog.

【"It will be fine, Darling, everything will be fine, it's not your fault, don't be sad..."】

Knowing that the dog couldn't hear anything, even if it could hear, Calvin still couldn't help talking incoherently to it.

Behind him, Mrs. Anna had left the room with the dog. After a rustling conversation, the sound of a car starting came from the porch.The old man finally left with her ideal young and healthy "Darling", but Calvin didn't want to follow the past to find out what happened next.

Because in front of him, the real Darling's eyes finally dimmed.It no longer panted, no longer squirmed desperately, no longer struggled.

Its body gradually became cold.

It finally died without a sound.

And at this very moment, Calvin heard a roar—a bit like the barking of a wild dog, but more like the neighing of some unknown beast.

Calvin jerked, and then let out a painful gasp.

Some pictures pierced into his mind like lightning along the place where Darlin's body met his empty palm.In a very, very brief moment, Calvin saw many images.

Sometimes he is just a bystander, but more often he becomes the subject in those pictures.

Cats, dogs, rabbits, little girls, little boys, lots of little girls and little boys little girls little boys little girls little boys—

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-"

Calvin bowed and knelt on the ground, he convulsed from the pain and despair, his blood became hot, almost turning into magma, and the magma was slowly flowing along the veins of his body, and finally gathered in the on his back.

pain.

Crazy.

Severe pain and burning sensation.

Calvin's mind was blank, leaving only abyss-like pain and despair.He put his head in his hands, pressed his forehead to the ground, and began to cry.

A burst of white light spread from behind the reddish eyelids. It was soft light at first, but it soon became more and more dazzling, like a whitish flame, almost burning Calvin's whole body from the inside of his body. ash.

Beside Calvin, the hideous room of the Adventist church and the corpse of the sad old dog gradually began to weather into a fine powder, and was finally swept into the white fog by the strong wind.

The whole world disappeared, and only white light and Calvin remained in the whole world.

Calvin's cries and screams lingered in the chaotic white mist that could not see the boundary.

Calvin was so painful that he almost collapsed. He knew that the environment around him was changing, but he didn't have any spare energy to deal with anything.His body was limp, his muscles spasmed, and his screams kept coming out of his throat as if they had a consciousness of their own.

I hate it all.

I want this world to be destroyed.

The black emotional venom permeating from countless broken hearts corroded Calvin's soul like venom.

Can someone help me-

Who will set me free——

The little bit of reason that Calvin had left was howling crazily in his heart.

"No one can help you."

Suddenly, an ethereal voice reached Calvin's ears.

The voice was hoarse, the exhausted hoarseness, but even so hoarse, it was hard to hide the sweet and alluring voice.

It was so familiar that Calvin was terrified.

"But you know, you can help yourself."

"You can be free."

"As long as you do—"

Calvin finally realized why the voice was so familiar.

He realized that it was him who was talking.

At this moment, his back felt hot.

hula-

Something broke free and unfolded from his shoulder blades.

The demonic pain was gone, replaced by a sense of relief that cannot be described in words.

The light lingering around Calvin's side became brighter, as bright as a flame burning to the extreme.

【Do not--】

Calvin's pupils shrank a little.

He let out a weak moan, and then his consciousness was completely swallowed by the white light.

……

In a white mist that seemed to have no boundaries and occupied the entire universe, the man with long silver hair quietly stood up from the ground.

His purple pupils were eerily bright like real jewels, with tiny, bright glints gleaming from their irises.

And on his back, the gorgeous white wings spread out lightly.

He is so beautiful, so beautiful that it is difficult to describe one ten-thousandth of his beauty with words on earth.

But he also seemed so alienated and cold.

In him there is neither pain nor joy, neither cruelty nor pity.

But it was him who was looking down at his feet.

That's where the poor old dog used to die.

[I promise you. 】

After a while, he suddenly spoke word by word, without any ups and downs.

The moment his voice fell, an old white dog slowly got up from the ground.

But it was not a real dog, but a dead dog.

Its silhouette is hazy, and its swollen tongue and crushed head make it look like the protagonist of a horror movie.But it didn't seem to realize that there was anything wrong with it, it walked around the man quite gently, its nose arched against the man's hand, and then snorted because of the biting coldness.

Immediately afterwards, it turned around, wagging its tail, and quickly sank into the white mist.