deformed bone

Calvin and Reed hugged each other for a moment.

It's actually kind of weird - according to the normal process, they should be doing something more intimate than hugging.

After all, the atmosphere at this moment is just right, he and Reed are adult men with normal physiology, and there is no need to describe the strong attraction between the two of them in words.

But for a long time, neither of them got more action.

The two of them snuggled together, so close that the body temperature of the two of them seemed to be soaked in each other.

In a trance, Red Deer felt that Calvin suddenly became smaller, turned into his sweetest little pigeon, and could be completely folded in his arms.

The pure and flawless youth's breath hit the red deer's neck, igniting a series of small and fiery sparks in the latter's body.Red Deer's heart beat a little faster, he stretched out his hand to wrap his arms around Calvin's shoulder, and gently slid his fingertips on the other's shoulder.An indescribable sense of intimacy envelops Calvin and him, quiet and peaceful, no need for unnecessary comfort and physical entanglement (of course, in the deepest part of Red Deer's heart, he doesn't mind "going further"), but such Hugs are already good too, very good.

He hadn't felt this peace in a long time—for a while, he wasn't even aware of the other personalities in his consciousness.

He is just himself, instead of fragments, he becomes whole.

The air was sweet, the blood was warm, his mental and soul systems were functioning smoothly, and he felt emotional and energetic again.

This is the gospel brought to him by his angels.

Red Deer savored the joy and joy surging in his body, his strength was recovering——

This somewhat relaxed his tense nerves.

Unbeknownst to Calvin, Red Deer had actually been quite traumatized during the fight with "it" last night.

That is not a scar visible to the naked eye, but an injury that directly affects the soul.

Red Deer rested his chin on Calvin's head, and Calvin's soft hair made him feel soft and comfortable.

Calvin's emotion came through skin-to-skin contact, like warm honey.

"I thought you were going to want to kiss me."

Then Red Deer heard Calvin whispering in his arms.

"Well...of course I want to."

Red Deer said.

Of course he did as well, Calvin raised his head and chuckled, letting the red deer kiss the corner of his mouth.

"God..." the red deer muttered softly, "I feel a little dizzy, you must have magical powers, you know? When I kiss you, I feel like I'm eating a piece of honey that's been softened until it's about to melt Candy bars."

Calvin couldn't help laughing even harder, and he put his arms around Reed.

"What you're saying now is like a boy in love at the age of seven."

He chuckled, but didn't show any displeasure.

"You must think I'm stupid."

Reed said to Calvin.

Calvin winked at him: "Yeah, silly."

But as he spoke, Calvin's hand slid across the back of Reed's neck, then his shoulder blades and back.

They gently comforted and caressed each other, like a pair of tired birds returning home.

The sky gradually darkened, and the golden-red sunset fell into the room through the glass curtain wall, and the air was filled with the aroma of ripe honey and fruits.

Everything is beautiful and everything is just right.

Calvin took advantage of the situation and sat up. He pushed Reed onto the sofa with his backhand. He only used very little strength, but Reed lay down quite cooperatively.

Now Reed had to look up to see Calvin, and their eyes met and intertwined.

One of Calvin's hands was pressed against Reed's tight and firm chest, and the strong and powerful heart was beating fiercely under Calvin's palm like a surging snare drum through the flesh.

Calvin looked down at Reed from a high position, and he could easily notice that the pupils of the latter's eyes instantly deepened, and those breathtaking green eyes had now become a very dark dark green, like a deep pool covered with thick and thick moss .

"Reed..."

Calvin said softly.

Through bones and muscles, the pulsation of Reed's body was clearly transmitted to Calvin.He could even feel the tension of the other person's muscles, as well as the slight trembling—the joke that Calvin made before seemed to have come true, and this mature and handsome man now behaved like a male student who had just fallen in love.

But Calvin didn't know how beautiful he looked now.His skin is as soft and smooth as milk that has been slightly coagulated, his eyes are as bright as fine jewels, and his silver hair is like moonlight, like mithril, scattered around his cheeks like silk threads.Every breath he took was like a rose blooming, and when his hands touched Reed's skin, the heat seemed to melt him into a puddle of honey.

Reed felt dizzy, Calvin's face was shining in the golden light of the setting sun, his eyes, his skin, everything about him was so perfect.Reed greedily absorbed the smell of Calvin, so sweet and beautiful.

Especially when Reed had to look up at Calvin in such a humble posture, the secret pleasure made him feel a slight sting.

"You can do whatever you want with me."

Reed murmured in a daze.

There seemed to be a golden mist floating in the emerald eyes.

And Reed's excitement, which can be called a gaffe, was also passed on to Calvin.

Calvin's face was slightly hot, his heart was beating fast, and there seemed to be small sparks burning in his veins, and that hot feeling was spreading along his chest...

spread to his back.

The air seemed to suddenly become viscous and heavy. Calvin's mind went blank for a moment, and some invisible fluctuations radiated out from him as the center.At this moment, the world stops and everything freezes.

He is the only one left in this world.

thumping—

thumping—

His heartbeat became so loud that it could almost resound through the heavens and the earth.

Calvin felt that all the muscles in his body were tensing unconsciously. He raised his head high, his back was bent backwards, like a bow stretched tight, and he even raised his hands uncontrollably, Fingertips trembling——

"Well--"

He let out a low cry of pain.

A strange sense of relaxation followed.

"Hula..."

Then, he heard a rather unfamiliar voice.

"what?"

Calvin sensed that something was wrong, of course, something was wrong with his whole body.The moment he looked back to investigate, he lost his center of gravity so unexpectedly that he almost fell off the sofa.

"Calvin! Watch out!"

Reed jumped up, and he grabbed Calvin firmly.

"My back—damn my back—"

The strong foreign body sensation made Calvin panic, he almost screamed.

That charming atmosphere... It was very natural, and disappeared in an instant.

"Calm down, Calvin, let me see your back."

Reed held Calvin down and said.

On Calvin's back, two weird bumps were constantly moving back and forth.Reed's heart was beating terribly fast.

Even though he had already been mentally prepared, when Reed untied Calvin's clothes and saw clearly what was on the latter's back, his heart was still pounding, and he was stunned for a moment before returning to his normal thoughts.

That is a pair of wings.

At first the wings were very small, about the size of an adult's palm, but they were very gracefully shaped—the kind of wings that you know are supposed to be on the back of an angel once you see them.

The wings were covered with feathers as pure and white as the first snow. Following Calvin's excitement, the pair of wings fluttered continuously, and some thin feathers scattered on the sofa.

"Oh, God."

Red Deer covered his mouth, his eye sockets were slightly wet from the excessive excitement, and he was almost about to shed tears.

He subconsciously stretched out his hand, gently and fearfully caressed the flawless white wings - the wings felt unusually soft, warm, like clouds.

And the moment the red deer caressed the pair of wings on his back, Calvin almost screamed.

His wings were extraordinarily sensitive, and he could even feel the bumps of the fingerprints on the red deer's fingertips.The too strong impact made Calvin completely lose his ability to think.

He could only instinctively hug his knees and curl up into a baby position.

"Don't... don't touch me..."

He thought he was roaring, but in reality all he let out was a broken moan.

The pair of wings lay motionless on his back under his subconscious control. If they could be bigger, they would probably wrap Calvin's entire body tightly.

"sorry Sorry……"

Red Deer quickly withdrew his hand.

He covered his mouth to hide his contorted expression of ecstasy.

Then he slowly slid down the edge of the sofa to the floor, forcing him to kneel on the floor.

He raised his head and stared devoutly at the panicked Calvin.

No need for explanation or explanation, Calvin already knew what happened to his body.

"It's... it's wings."

After an unknown amount of time, Calvin finally regained some sanity.He turned his head to look at Reed, his whole body was trembling slightly, his body was occupied by emotions completely opposite to those of the red deer, he gasped and asked in a low voice.

"It's the wings."

He heard Reed reply hoarsely.

"Your wings have grown."

Reed repeated.

……

"Angel—angel—angel descends—descends—"

In a certain "Angel Town" thousands of kilometers away from the Sapphire Royal Hotel, in a closed room that was completely dark, a man suddenly tightened his body and let out a frantic cry.

He grabbed his arms and cheeks with his hands, and kept rolling on the ground, convulsing.

His nails were quickly drawing streaks of blood across his skin, but he didn't seem to feel the pain at all.After a few seconds, the twitching of his body stopped, but the crazy aura on his body did not fade away at all.

"He's back. He didn't abandon me, how merciful, how merciful..."

He rolled on the ground, then sat up, muttering to himself continuously.

After a while, someone else's voice came from outside the door.

But the thick stone walls, as well as the unusually wide and strong cast iron gate, which was almost comparable to the vault gate, diluted those voices into a blurred noise.

The heavy cast iron door was slowly pushed open, and the ancient door shaft made a sharp friction sound.

A ray of light slanted into the room through the crack of the door, and the pure darkness finally faded away.

This is a rather closed room, even a medieval dungeon can be called luxurious compared to it.The room was rough-hewn of the roughest stone, and age had not smoothed its jagged surface the slightest.

Because there are no windows and the space is small, the air here is very turbid and emits an unpleasant stench.

There is no place for people to rest in the room, even if they lie flat on the ground, the uneven and extremely rough ground will make people feel that they are lying flat on the torture device called the Iron Maiden.But the low space makes it impossible for the people living in it to stand on their own.

To put it simply, as long as one enters this room, the people inside can only half-bend their bodies, without any rest.At the same time, he had to fight a long battle with the damp and cold in the room.

Anyone, as long as they still have a normal mind, when they see this stone room, they will take it for granted that it is a torture room.

And a pale figure is currently curled up in the stone room.

He let out a howl of pain as the light came in, and he backed away like a burrowing animal towards the dark corner of the chamber.

"Master Holy Son."

However, the call from outside the stone chamber seemed unusually humble and humble.

The one who made the sound was a tall man in a black robe. His figure was very tall and he was already very old.He has a rather benevolent face, which makes him look convincing on the campaign trail and in TV interviews.And if you want to contact him through normal channels, you need to make an appointment at least half a month in advance.But now, the old man was lying prostrate in the dirty and narrow stone room, his forehead reaching the ground.

"Woooooooo..."

The pale figure whimpered madly in the shadows.

But the old man who was full of power among the people shrank his shoulders in awe. He lowered his body even lower, his dry lips trembling. After a long time, he proceeded cautiously like a slave without any personal rights in ancient times. Whisper towards "that person".

"Great, revered, supreme Son of God, our light on earth, our savior and blesser... please forgive sinners like me for disturbing you..."

"roll--"

A sharp roar came from the shadow.

The man is still crying.

"Those miserable sinners are still waiting for your salvation in the filthy world."

The old man whispered, trembling at what he was about to do next.

But he knew he couldn't escape it.

The old man raised his body halfway slowly, and he walked into the stone room on his knees while maintaining that respectful attitude.Then he caught the white figure.

"Umm... get off... get off... ah ah ah ah—"

The latter started screaming, struggling frantically, scratching the old man's face like a mad cat.

But in the end he was forcibly carried out of the stone room by the old man.Bathed in the bright light outside, the man hugged his head in pain.

Even just looking at his pale skin without a trace of blood, it can be seen that he rarely appears in the light.

His skin is so thin that it is almost transparent, and the blue and purple blood vessels under the skin are almost clearly visible.

But now his elbows and knees are covered with dripping wounds and bloodstains, the most serious wounds can be seen deep into the bone, and most of the wounds were ground out by him in the stone chamber.All over his body, he wore only a piece of sackcloth rough enough to polish steel utensils, and the sackcloth was wrapped around his waist.

Apart from the sackcloth, the only accessory on his body was a pendant—it was said to be a pendant, but it was more like a thin chain.

An iron shackle encircled his slender neck, and the other end of the chain extending downward was adorned with a round gold pendant.Inlaid on the pendant is a young, indifferent and beautiful face.

Had Calvin been here, he would have recognized his face.

In the call of others, the man called "Holy Son" curled up on the ground for a long time, he kept beating the ground, and his body trembled like an epileptic seizure.

And during this process, the old man was lying quietly by his side all the time.

After about a few minutes, all the man's movements suddenly stopped.

It was as if the short-circuited robot was finally cut off by someone.The old man crouching beside him stopped breathing involuntarily after realizing the point.

"I see the light."

A strange and hoarse voice came from his throat.

At the same time, he slowly stretched out his arms, first his left, then his right, and he staggered to his feet from the ground.

Until this time, his true appearance was completely bathed in the light.

It was an unusually young youth.

A handsome young man despite his scars.It's just that there is a strange breath in this beauty. He looks too balanced and symmetrical, so that he looks more like a simulated robot made by humans than a living person.

But he is indeed human.

His chest heaved slightly due to breathing, his skin was cold and damp, covered with layers of new and old wounds intertwined with each other.

A head of white hair fell down, almost covering his body, and his eyes were a strange and thick dark blue, reflecting tiny lights like some kind of metal parts in the light.

Just a few minutes ago, he was acting like a madman, but now, he was quiet.There was a creepy deepness on his face.

Several waiters also wearing black robes stepped forward silently. They untied the rough linen cloth for the young man, and then skillfully wiped off the blood and dirt on the young man's body with clean water and towels.After everything was done, a hundred milliliters of floral dew, which cost thousands of dollars, was poured on the young man, and then wiped clean with clean water again.After repeating many procedures in this way, the waiters silently put on the robes for the young man—the robes are handmade from a rare natural silk, and each piece requires a lot of time and material resources.

The young man turned a blind eye to everything he enjoyed. He stared at the distance with his eyes wide open, and there was a sleepwalking expression on his face that was too delicate and even a little unnatural.

"I saw golden flowers blooming in the white jade palace, and I saw the 'He' who was originally bound in lapis lazuli finally spread his wings again."

he whispered.

The old man looked at him in shock, his pupils shrank very small.

"Master Holy Son—"

"Hush." ​​The young man hissed softly with his index finger in front of his lips, and his lips also showed an unnatural vermilion.

"The real Holy Son has awakened...my brother, my bloodline, my angel, he has finally returned to us. Even though we are so sinful, he has not given up on us."

"and many more……"

"He will take away our sins and give us love and light. He will be our guide and we will be his lambs..."

"Is this some kind of apocalypse, Lord Son? You mean... the first Lord Son has finally reappeared?"

Until this time, the old man who had been waiting at the young man's feet seemed to understand something, and a trace of shock and unnaturalness flashed across his face.

"..."

The Son of God he was talking about turned his head and stared straight at him.

The old man knew that the deep blue color in the pupils of the other party came from the operation of pupil dyeing, which is not a rare form of pupil plastic surgery—but whenever he was stared at by such eyes, he would have an inexplicable feeling Creepy.

He had to admit that he was full of admiration and love for the Son, but at the same time he was afraid of him.

"But you are the real Son, you are the real light."

The old man quickly added in cold sweat.

"laugh……"

Then, he saw the young man suddenly smile.

"No, I'm not," the young man whispered, "I'm just a fake usurper."

As he spoke, he put his hand on the old man's forehead.

"Well--"

The old man let out a muffled grunt, and his deceptive face suddenly twisted.

And his body twitched and trembled as if he had been electrocuted. After a few seconds, the young man removed his hand from the old man's head.

"boom--"

The old man's body just fell to the ground.

"I hate it when you speak ill of my brother."

The young man stared at the old man's face that had turned gray due to death, his expression changed again, and his eyes showed a kind of childlike innocence.