deformed bone

"I need some clues, real clues."

The man who rushed to the Hall of Suffering quickly after being summoned had a calm face that didn't match a crazy mind.

He wore the same black robe as the waiters. He was no more than 40 years old, but his hair had turned a kind of gray that seemed to be dyed.

His thin, elongated cheeks and high nose tip made him look, at certain angles, like a canine with a gray mane, and he was, in fact, a pretty good one in Joshua's hands. The Hound - Joshua found him himself and tamed him.

He crouched down the instant he saw Joshua, and he kissed Joshua's bare toes.

After hearing Joshua's request, he quietly stated that he needed more information.

It has to be said that being able to talk to Joshua so frankly is enough to prove that, as one of the top four elders of the Adventist faction, Kara indeed has a considerable degree of favor with Joshua.

"Clues...light...true angels shrouded in radiance..."

Joshua curled up in a rather distorted posture in a golden cage specially made for him, he muttered nervously, and then gnawed on his fingers until his joints were bloody.

This scene can be called weird, but Carla is not the slightest touch.

In fact, everyone who can get close to Joshua has become accustomed to his easy to fall into illusion and trance.

Fanatic believers spontaneously think that this is a state of being possessed by gods, and if they can maintain a little normal mind (this is very rare among the Adventist waiters), it is easy for Joshua's obvious Abnormally find a reason.

The young man had grown up in this mad organization as the Son of God, the God-given miracle of man, who could get pretty much anything he wanted, satisfy any desire he could think of.This tendency became more pronounced when he showed some special ability in adolescence, and the group of old elders (many of whom were not religious) were grateful for his existence.

But... From a certain point of view, Joshua is so pathetic.

In order to be able to pretend to be the former Calvin in front of believers, he was considered "ugly" and underwent hundreds of plastic surgery.Carla, who investigated the plastic surgeries when he was an undercover CIA agent, swears some of the surgeries were more harsh and inhumane than plastic surgery.

And Joshua is like some kind of sad little beast raised on honey and venom.

Anyone who knows his past will be more or less full of tolerance and love for him.

Carla is one of them.What's more, when he was an undercover agent, after his body and soul were completely transformed by Joshua, the emotion of sympathy and pity remained.

"You're hurting yourself."

He opened those gray eyes and said to Joshua in a low voice.

Joshua stopped, turned his head to look at Carla, and after a few seconds of pause, he reached out and pulled a thin dagger from Carla's calf.He stuffed the point of the dagger into Carla's mouth, and swiped hard to the sides.

The corner of Kara's mouth was easily cut open by the dagger.

A large amount of blood spurted out, and he covered his mouth.

But he didn't cry out.

On the contrary, Joshua stared at his huge wound that was grinning on both sides like a clown and let out a sharp laugh.

And under the cover of the black robe, Kara has layers of similar wounds all over her body-remember how people said about him at the beginning?He is a dog trained by Joshua himself.

Joshua's laughter lasted for a while, and then stopped abruptly.

The fragile and nervous son of the Advent faction staggered back to the corner where he was before, and gnawed on his fingers again.

There was silence in the bitter hall, except for the slight sound of blood dripping from Kara's cheek.

The waiters stared at Kara with burning eyes, and some of them almost had tiny sparks from their eyes like real beasts.

Just when Kara thought this was the only message he could possibly get, Joshua's body suddenly twitched.

Immediately afterwards, he began to rock his body back and forth, and his head began to shake, as if he had been electrocuted.

"Hee hee hee--"

A horrific laugh squeezed out of his deformed face (because of the large amount of silicone filling, his face always looks extra weird when the expression is too large).

Kara was very close to Joshua, so he clearly saw the change in the latter.

In a very short moment, many small black spots appeared in Joshua's eye sockets, and the black spots were next to his pupils. After a few seconds, those dense black spots began to expand and become bigger.

They became new, round pupils.

In Joshua's extremely wide-open eye sockets, negative pupils squeezed together layer upon layer, like the inner flesh of a special black pomegranate.

The whites of Joshua's eyes turned black with several bumps.

Then it was back to normal in the blink of an eye.

All of this happened very quickly - and only the most professionally trained former agent like Kara could capture Joshua's physical abnormalities in such a short moment, as well as the creepy details .

A tiny trace of fear and nausea filled the depths of his chaotic, numb brain.

But soon that feeling faded away.

In reality, the rest of the black-clothed waiters only saw Joshua who was twitching constantly, and Kara who was crouching beside him silently.

Just when some of the waiters were almost unable to hold back the hunger and thirst in their hearts and rushed towards Kara, Joshua's body suddenly went limp.

"Thanks to my Father in heaven—thanks to my blood on earth—"

A sharp, distorted voice squeezed out of Joshua's throat.

This means he is finally back to normal.

Immediately afterwards, Joshua turned his head to look at Kara in a strange posture.

"I saw visions."

He blinked nervously, and then he said to Kara.

"I saw in a vision the Supreme Being... I saw him... standing on the ark, and the great ark, made of jewels and glass, was burning. Statues of gold, life-sized statues of angels were falling , shattered. The sinners were on fire, and fell into the icy sea in screams and pain, and were carried away by the black snake."

"That's God's punishment... my brother brought... that mass of darkness... Phew... a dog beside him... no... a deer... a black dog with twelve antlers... standing by his side. "

Joshua's expression became agitated because he talked about Calvin, and a little sweat dripped from the tip of his nose.

Kara frowned slightly.

At first, he almost thought that what Joshua was talking about was that kind of vague, ambiguous divine vision.

But soon he realized that this might be a very important clue.

Because Joshua mentioned "the ark".

Not long ago, Carla had seen that plan at the elders meeting—today, the Adventists already have thousands of churches, large and small, as well as hundreds of newly established "angel towns".But what they have are just strongholds on land.

And some believers prayed to the upper floors that they needed more churches, not only on land, but also in the sea and in the sky.

The "Ark" is the proposal proposed in the voices of these people, which is quite great and amazing.It refers to the mobile floating platform built by several devout billionaire believers. It is very stable and reliable, and the internal space is extremely wide, which can easily accommodate tens of thousands of people to pray and bless in it.

It is said that there will also be twelve solid gold angel sculptures the size of Joshua and more jewelry and offerings.

Of course, Carla didn't really care about those things, and he also knew that for other elders, the opinion of a "dog" like him was of little importance.But many people in the elders were quite interested in this plan—the point was not the twelve damned golden sculptures, of course not, the point was that the floating platform was moving.

In this way, the floating platform can even carry its tens of thousands of believers into the high seas.In that area, there are many "movements" that were previously hindered by law and influence that can be further developed.

However, some more conservative elders have been hesitant about this plan and what is hidden under the plan. The entire Ark plan is still in a state of tug-of-war, and Joshua has not been informed.

But now, through Joshua's fragmented words, Kara can easily judge that the scene he described took place, which is the "Ark" in the future.

All the fuzzy clues suddenly became clear at this moment, and Kara felt the hunger and thirst—the bloodthirsty and joy hidden in the instinct when the hunting dog smelled the prey in the jungle, it was whipping his soul and nerves .

"My great El, my light and my Shepherd..."

Carla kissed Joshua's feet again with bloody lips.

"As you ordered, I will find your blood relatives, the Son of Calvin..."

……

Unbeknownst to Calvin, because of some phantasm, and the morbid obsession and obsession with his younger brother whom he never met, some behemoth lurking beneath the surface of normal society was at work crazily.

The gigantic animal is invisible and silent, but its tentacles are densely inserted into every crevice of this land - using money, coercion, belief, and the innocence and stupidity of human beings, it is like a normal human cell. spread like cancerous tissue.

Of course, in the past, the Adventist faction never gave up looking for Calvin, but there was never a single time when they went all out and gave up everything like this.

Countless phones rang in the light or in the dark.

Countless people have received secret letters with Adventist symbols in their secret mailboxes.

Countless people rushed out of their own doors, ignoring the perplexed inquiries of their family members behind them, and started their cars with only thin bags on their backs, heading for an unfamiliar destination.

There are also countless people who are perfunctory to their lovers, children, or friends, and the smile on their faces disappears the moment they turn around, and then they slowly walk to their garages or basements, reaching out to the most secret place. some box...

……

And all of this, Calvin did not know.

Because he was in a state of dizziness, between sobriety and drunkenness.

Let's go back in time a little bit further, to the time when Calvin found wings growing back on his back.

He thought he was going crazy—his nightmarish wings were back—before he had time to cut the damn monstrosity off completely.

But even Calvin himself did not expect that his spirit did not collapse as easily as he thought.

This is probably because in the depths of his heart, he may have already had a vague premonition of all this.

"I knew it was going to be a mess."

Calvin was wearing a white bath towel, and his upper body was naked, sitting on the luxurious Iranian wool carpet of the Sapphire Royal Hotel.

He gulped down a glass of vodka before murmuring while clutching his hair.

"Calvin..."

Reed knelt beside him with his knees together.

The moment Calvin slammed the crystal wine glass made in Turkey on the coffee table with a "bang", he quickly took the poor glass, and then acted like the most docile and skilled Japanese Ginza mother Like Sang, holding the wine bottle, pouring the clear liquor into the cup.

But his next action was not so "Mother-san". He held the wine glass with some hesitation, and watched Calvin's face in confusion and panic.

From the perspective of an outsider, this beautiful man with green eyes seems to be full of hesitation, and he is very entangled in whether to let Calvin continue to drink.

In fact, he knew very well that Calvin was trying to numb his nerves with vodka and whiskey.

"Shh - don't talk -"

But just as he called out Calvin's name, Calvin raised his index finger and tapped his lips lightly.

"I'm trying to keep my cool, you know."

As he spoke, Calvin raised his eyebrows at Reed, and behind him, the pair of tiny wings flapped under the towel at the same time.

Calvin's expression froze slightly because of this.

"It's disgusting—"

He shuddered and whispered, then he reached out and snatched his glass back from Reed's hand vigorously, and swallowed the wine inside.

Reed observed Calvin carefully.His eyes stayed on Calvin's flushed cheeks and lips, as well as the wine that hadn't been swallowed completely in time, fine beads of sweat, and transparent drops of water slid down Calvin's delicate chin to his delicate Adam's apple, and finally Continue to go down while the other party is swallowing, and flow into the smooth chest...

Calvin was in a very different state than usual, he was neither calm (which became more obvious whenever his wings flapped because of his emotions), but he was not completely hysterical either.It was as if he was engaged in a very difficult, even painful, self-persuasion.

Convince yourself of the existence of those wings.

And this Calvin is undoubtedly quite cute for Reed—perhaps a little too cute.

Reed felt his blood boil and burn, a tyrannical desire running wildly like a beast along every nerve of his body.

Whenever Reid's eyes fell on Calvin, countless scenes and desires that were quite indescribable would appear in his mind.

His back was covered in cold sweat from tense muscles, and Reed had to forcefully move his legs together in order to maintain a rudimentary disguise in Calvin's (even in his drunken state).Even if the position made him look frightened and awkward.

Yes, he finally repressed all his thoughts and all his desires.

Even though this brought a huge physical burden to Reed, it was this torture-like self-restraint that made Reed's heart surge with a deeper, more viscous sweetness.

Wait a little longer.

Reed said to himself.

He still needs to wait a little longer, like waiting for a shriveled flower bud to swell, or for a green fruit to ripen.While thinking this way, Reed felt his heartbeat slowed down a bit, and a little sweetness appeared on the tip of his tongue, which was brought about by his strong anticipation for a certain scene in the future.

"I really hate this world, man..."

Calvin was completely unaware of the scorching black tide surging in the hearts of those around him.

He stared blankly at the empty glass.

Because of his emotions, his wings waved behind him slowly, and the towel almost slipped off several times, but when Calvin roughly grabbed a corner of the towel and tried to pull the towel over his shoulders, the friction between the wings and the soft surface of the towel Let him fight the cold war involuntarily.

"I'm gonna cut the damn thing off—"

Realizing that the wings were now literally more sensitive than the rest of his body, Calvin erupted in a barrage of tiny curses.

"Actually, those wings are quite cute."

Reed bit the inside of his mouth tightly, and his voice became a little weird because of excessive restraint.

Thank goodness for staying, Calvin is in no mood to notice him now.

But Reed still couldn't help wanting to look at Calvin's back, every sound of this sentence came from his heart.

Calvin rubbed his forehead, then he ran a vigorous brush through his hair.His eyes were moist and bright under the influence of alcohol.

"I should have had it removed sooner, I had a hunch, really, I knew it long before my back didn't hurt, it was fucking growing, and it wasn't going to let me go."

Calvin kept repeating that at this moment, he was indeed a little drunk.

"But at least your wings won't be a burden to you now... I mean, it's not that bad compared to when you were a kid."

Reed softened his voice and poured himself a glass of wine, trying to calm himself down.

In fact, what he said was not wrong. Compared with the pair of heavy wings that had caused him a great burden in Calvin's memory, the regrown wings on his back were more slender and more delicate.And most importantly, the wings seem to be stowable.Of course, they are unlikely to be completely incorporated into Calvin's body, that would be too fantastic.What really mattered were the two indentations that had appeared on Calvin's back before.When Calvin's wings are fully extended, they are smoothed by the stretching of the skin and muscles, but when the wings are contracted, the gap between the two indentations should theoretically be just right for Calvin to fold the wings .

But why is it only "in theory" because Calvin is so terribly resistant to facing his wings (he would rather cover them with a bath towel and pretend he can't see--), and up to this moment, he hasn't Allow Reed to do further research on those wings.

"I think you can still give it a try and put your wings away. I think the reason why that part exists is to put away those wings—it seems that your body has finally learned how to get along with your wings this time. "

Reid didn't give up.

The few remaining bottles of spirits in the luxury suite's ice bar played an unexpected role.

A bottle of vodka and two bottles of gin, and a bottle of whiskey.

Calvin's eyes gradually became hazy.

Reed tentatively pulled away the obtrusive towel, and Calvin flinched and let out a smirk.

"Oh, don't... it's so itchy..."

His voice became sweet and hoarse.

When Reed told him to lie down on the sofa so he could take a closer look at the wings, Calvin nodded blankly.

"Don't hurt me."

He looked at Reed with that soft, trusting look.

Reed had to bite the tip of his tongue, trading the weak pain for some weaker self-control.

"I swear, I won't."

Then he leaned towards Calvin, who lay down obediently on the sofa.

Probably because of the relaxation of the spirit, the pair of wings no longer flapped nervously and restlessly. They covered Calvin's back neatly and securely. Coupled with the young man's delicate and fair skin like alabaster, there was also a graceful and graceful body. The delicate outline of the back, the white wings are like some kind of artwork used to decorate the back.

Reed held his breath and slowly covered his hands.

"Well……"

Calvin let out a low cry, but did not make any greater resistance.

A drop of cold sweat slowly slid down Reid's cheek.

All the muscles in his body were trembling slightly, but his hands were like machines, extremely gentle and stable.

Then he gently nudges Calvin's wings towards the indentations in the shoulder blades.

Just as he thought, the pair of wings were taken in.