deformed bone

Crowe's face flushed little by little, this time, not because of panic, but because of excitement.

He has recognized it, yes, it is Him.

The long-lost, true Son Angel...

Only Calvin, who was walking towards him step by step, was left in Pastor Crowe's eyes.

Those cold eyes and sacred wings.

That kind of beauty does not come from the human body visible to the naked eye, but a kind of impact on the soul, a kind of infection of the soul.

Before the young man stepped into the basement, Pastor Crowe had never really devoted himself to the new religion. He had to admit this. The reason why he put so much effort into Adventism was that More for their own benefit.

But at this moment—

After the real angel, the holy man who can save the fallen souls of the world, came to him, he finally realized his previous ignorance and absurdity.

He finally got his own faith and salvation.

"Exalted God, great Son, you heard my voice, you..."

A look of ecstasy appeared on Crowe's face, he stared blankly at Calvin, and whispered incoherently.

But before he had time to finish his unfinished words, the object of his admiration did something completely beyond his expectations.

Calvin raised the ice blade in his hand, and the cold metal blade pressed against Crowe's throat.

"I've never been an angel."

Calvin lowered his eyes and whispered.

He looked at Klaue with a particularly focused gaze, and Klaue could even see a trace of pain and struggle through those deep purple eyes, and... he couldn't bear it.

But when Crowe tried to discern Calvin's eyes carefully, the fragile emotion disappeared like a hallucination.

Pastor Crowe's pupils shrank slightly, and he felt a little confused. The ecstasy of the angel's arrival had not yet faded from his brain, but a more vague sense of foreboding began to steam up.

"sorry."

Immediately afterwards, Crowe saw Calvin's lips tremble slightly, saying that sorry.

"no no--"

Pastor Crowe finally came to his senses, his body tensed up suddenly, trying to back away from Calvin.But in the end, his struggle only made him fall backwards with the chair on his back.

Crowe's head hit the ground hard, but he didn't even feel the pain, and before he could scream out, Calvin had come to him and bent over.

"Don't kill me—I was wrong—no—"

Pastor Crowe let out a scream like a dying animal.The Smiths next to him also realized that a tragedy was about to happen, and they screamed at the same time.

"It's so noisy."

At some point, "Red Deer" came to Calvin's side. He glanced sideways at Mr. and Mrs. Smith and muttered in distress.

The blood vessels in Calvin's forehead twitched slightly.

Before "Red Deer" could speak again, he jumped over the man and walked towards Mr. and Mrs. Smith.

In a rather rude way, Calvin picked up the silver tape that the "Red Deer" hadn't used up before, and then he mercilessly stuck the tape on the mouths of the Smiths.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..."

"Um..."

The miserable cry subsided instantly.

Calvin accidentally met the couple's eyes, his movements froze, and then he quickly looked away.

"Well, you're still so soft-hearted."

"Red Deer" put his arms around his chest, watched Calvin finish all this with a smile, and then spoke.

Calvin's forehead was dripping with cold sweat because of his words.

Although the tone and expression of "Red Deer" were exactly the same as before, Calvin still inexplicably realized that his previous actions made the other party feel dissatisfied.

If he hadn't sealed the mouths of Mr. and Mrs. Smith with tape first, "Red Deer" would probably have cut off their tongues with scissors-this sounds more like a plot in a Hollywood horror movie, but Calvin knew that was what the Red Hart would do.

And just as Calvin imagined, "Red Deer" can always clearly capture the pain and struggle of Calvin.

"Well baby, you're wasting so much time with irrelevant people that I'm getting impatient—"

"Red Deer" came to the side of the sobbing Pastor Crow, then stepped on the pastor's head with his feet, and said to Calvin with a smile.

His eyes, his smile and every word he uttered are indistinguishable from the real devil.

"Stop procrastinating and procrastinating. You've got to face it all—and you, you weren't so indecisive when you burned the Angeltown church crowd alive."

As the words of "Red Deer" fell, the other three people in the basement fell into true silence as if they had lost their souls.

The stillness of that uncontrollable rigidity of fear.

Calvin felt his stomach cramp.

"I know."

He said.

He returned to Crowe with the skates in hand, and then he pressed Crowe's cheek, forcing the struggling fat man to turn his head, exposing his arteries.

"Go ahead, baby."

"Red Deer" leaned behind Calvin and whispered in his ear with great interest.

There was a gloom in the air that could not be described in words.

Something invisible and distorted is constantly circling and rubbing behind an invisible door.

That's a threat.

If Calvin continued to hesitate, the couple behind him would be dragged into the "door" that could be opened at any time, and what greeted them would be an experience worse than death.

Even though there was no actual exchange and communication, Calvin realized that he could already capture the thoughts and thinking patterns of "Red Deer".

"Come on, honey, you can..."

Calvin trembled and thrust the ice blade into Crowe's neck.

The blunt blade made rough marks on Crowe's neck, blood gushed out slowly, but Calvin didn't really cut open the man's artery.

But even so, the near-death experience made Crowe struggle like crazy.

He was crying and screaming, his face was scratched on the rough basement floor, and the metal chair tied to his body hit the ground heavily, making a "bang bang bang" sound.

Calvin felt like he was going crazy.

He stared at the blood on Crowe's neck, the bright red seemed to be able to invade his retina, staining everything he could see with blood.

"I'm sorry..."

Calvin kept whispering.

All of a sudden, Calvin felt that when he cut open the man's blood vessel and took the man's life, he was afraid that his own heart would also be completely broken, twisted, and then died.

"Calvin, don't make me impatient—"

The ghostly voice of "Red Deer" wafted into Calvin's ears far away.

However, what Calvin could really hear was another voice.

Even more strange, but there is an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

That is not human language.

It was a more obscure and hoarse scream.

Only in the deepest, darkest hell can you hear such a sound.

But at this moment, Calvin heard it.

[destroy it all kill this man kill this all fall into the dark come on you like this bitch you can do it kill this man get the brains out blood is everywhere but you'll be happy you know You can, will you kill this person to stay—]

Calvin's pupils dilated, and his eyes became blurred and empty.

Then he exerted a little force on his wrist, and the supposedly blunt ice blade turned out to be like a scorching sharp blade cutting into butter, smoothly cutting through Crowe's skin, muscles, and then...

"No, stop."

Just when Calvin was about to cut the blood vessels in Crowe's neck, a cold hand suddenly stretched out from behind him and grabbed him firmly.

Calvin turned his head in a daze, staring blankly at the man with blue-green eyes.

The one who caught him turned out to be the "Red Deer" who had been forcing him to kill.

"Calvin, no—"

Calvin heard a voice with an English accent.

The face of "Red Deer" does not look handsome at all, he seems to be in extreme pain, so that every facial muscle is convulsing and twitching, tears and saliva flow from his eyes uncontrollably and gushes from the corners of the mouth.

"Let go, let go, let the knife stay there...I will find a way...to save him..."

Calvin even suspected that he finally had a mental breakdown, so he heard the voice that made him feel at ease at this time.

Although at this moment, the voice was particularly muffled due to muscle spasms.

"Fogg? Is that you, Fogg?!"

Calvin turned around and hugged him.

Almost at the same time, "Red Deer", or rather, Fogg, suddenly fell down.

His body rolled and twitched on the ground continuously, like a patient suffering from epileptic seizures.Calvin couldn't care about anything else, he tightly hugged the green-eyed man's body in his arms, and shouted Fogg's name.

"My God! Fogg! Please! Fogg, come back!"

Gradually, the struggle in this exorcism seems to have come to an end.

"roll--"

Calvin was terrified to hear the neighing from the "red stag".

"The one who should go...is you..."

But soon, Fogg's calm British accent overwhelmed Red Buck's screams.

The abnormal muscle twitches on his face gradually disappeared, and his demeanor changed little by little from the evilness of "Red Deer" to the calm and indifferent of a British doctor.

Calvin couldn't take his eyes off the face of the man in his arms.

When the personality named Fogg finally stabilized in this body and "Red Deer" was no longer seen, Calvin realized that he had been holding his breath.

His heartbeat was faster than ever, and his emotions fell into an uncontrollable situation like an adolescent girl.

"Fogg? It's you, right? It's you now?"

The man's face was very ugly. After hearing Calvin's trembling question, he cast his gaze on him.

"it's me."

Fogg said.

"I am back."