deformed bone

The birth of that child was not smooth from the beginning.

Oh, and of course, every child born out of that mess was, in some sense, bad.

Later people called the long chaos and disaster caused by the Adventists "God's Wrath"-many people believed that they were deceived by false gods and mistakenly believed in Satan disguised as an angel, so that this Terrible all happened.

Even though the Adventist faction was completely wiped out shortly thereafter, the sequelae of "God's Wrath" continued for many years.

Jon's pregnancy was pretty bad, and it happened to be the worst part of the whole disaster.

No food, no water, no safe shelter, nothing...

Many times, Jon thought that he might lose that child, but miraculously, that little life stayed firmly in her womb from beginning to end, until the date when he was supposed to be born.

Jon had already struck a deal with a woman at the time—she traded the cans she had accumulated and the protein bars she had stored in her pantry for professional needs in exchange for the woman's help during the labor process.

Well, things have been on the track Jon expected until here.

She didn't even suffer much, and when she felt it she moved with the woman to a safe basement.

Jon guided the woman to make all possible preparations according to her previous childbirth experience-then the child slipped out of her body naturally.

In Jon's memory, the birth of a newborn should be accompanied by loud cries and the gentle comfort of the midwife.

She just needs to lie there, struggling to maintain a sliver of sobriety from her chaotic mind and extremely tired body, and then someone will hug that red and wrinkled cutie to her side.

However, Jon did not wait for all of the above.

No cries, no laughter, no tender treatment.

There was only a moment of extreme tension and silence.

It took several seconds before Jon heard a scream from the woman who helped her give birth.

It was at this time that Jon suddenly had a very bad premonition.She turned sharply to look at the woman, who was holding her baby, her hands trembling as if she were having a spasm.The woman stared at the child with a dreamy expression on her face.

"Oh my god--"

Then the woman let out a strange, pained moan.

"Devil! Devil!"

Then, Jon saw the woman wave her hands suddenly, as if she was going to throw the child directly to the ground.

God knows how Jon recovered from the extreme fatigue and dizziness, she jumped up suddenly, rushed towards the child, and held him in her arms.

From the moment he held the child, Jon knew he was different.

It was a baby that was directly equivalent to a miracle. Even though he had just been born from a mortal womb, his skin was still clean and fair, and exuded a soft shimmer like mother-of-pearl.

His fists are small, tightly clenched to protect his chest, and there is already a thin layer of silver-white lanugo on the top of his head.

And the reason why those two women made such horrible screams is quite obvious.

Behind the child, there is a pair of wings.

His wings are so soft and small, and every feather looks exquisite.That is by no means comparable to sculpture oil painting or anything else, it is the real angel's wings.

Jon moved his gaze to the child's face, and she was not surprised to see a small face that made people hold their breath involuntarily.So perfect, so cute, so

amazing.Even after the birth, the child didn't cry out, he just closed his eyes tightly, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep.

But Jon had a strong premonition that the child would have purple eyes as beautiful as jewels.

It was a strange feeling. Long before the child was born, Jon felt as if he had known the answer in advance—this was not her child.

Of course, in a physical sense, this child is indeed the blood left between her and her boyfriend, the posthumous son of that man.But from another level, another level that is more mysterious and sacred, Jon is very clear that this extremely cute baby does not belong to any humble human being.

"Oh God..."

Jon murmured in a trance, stroking the child's cheek with his hand.

The moment of tenderness between her and the child actually lasted only a short moment, because the next second, her companion suddenly reached out with thin hands like eagle claws, and grabbed Jon's angel tightly.

"It's a demon—we've got to kill this demon—"

The woman's voice was particularly sharp because of excessive nervousness.

Jon knew that the other party had lost everything about him in this chaos, including her child and husband, and the woman seemed to have blamed the Adventists for all these tragedies.

When she saw that this newborn child had a pair of wings that only Adventists had, the woman went completely mad.

She tried to grab the child straight out of Jon's grasp, but Jon forcibly dodged it.

"You must kill him! This is a demon!"

The woman's face was distorted, and there was a look of extreme hatred and extreme horror in her eyes, as if she was about to go crazy.

"no, he is not!!"

Jon couldn't help but feel scared. After several fights, she almost couldn't hold her child.

As for that woman, Jon was sure that once she really snatched the child, she would kill him instantly.

"It's all his fault he killed my daughter and husband—"

The woman was still screaming, her fingernails leaving streaks of blood on the newborn baby's skin.

But that child looked extraordinarily quiet just like before.

Why is the child not crying?Is it because he is dead?

This idea suddenly appeared in Jon's chaotic mind, and she felt as if her heart had sunk to the cold bottom of the sea, becoming wet, cold and heavy.

She felt as if she could not breathe, and she grabbed a glass vase next to the delivery bed.The vase was thick and heavy, and it was filled with light salt water, which was originally prepared by Jon to replenish body fluids.

But at this moment, the vase has become the most convenient weapon.

Jon knocked the vase heavily on the woman's head once, twice, three times...

The warm liquid shot out from the crazy woman's head, almost dyeing half of Jon's body bright red.

When Jon finally came back to his senses, she realized that the woman was already lying on the ground, half of her face had been sunken, turning into a lump of strangely shaped flesh.

Jon let out a gasp, and she involuntarily lost her strength and fell to the ground.

"What did I do...I...sorry...sorry..."

And just as Jon was breaking down and whispering to the woman's body, the child in her arms opened his eyes.

As far as Jon knew, the kid did have purple eyes.

The baby burst into tears in Jon's arms.

……

The child was named Calvin by Jon.

She didn't like the name, but when she chose it, her spirit and body told her that this was the only name for the child.

Jon eventually succumbed to an intuition that couldn't be explained by science.

She loves Calvin, of course, almost no one can resist Calvin's cute little face that is so beautiful that it makes one's heart palpitate. (Jon even doubted that if the woman on the day of delivery could see Calvin's current appearance, she might not be able to strengthen her belief in killing him.)

But occasionally, Jon would stare at the young Calvin in a daze involuntarily.

She will think of the woman she killed that day (Jon left her body in the basement later, she is sure that the woman is still there even now), and she will also think of the sudden breath in the blood and lively babies.

In many nightmares, she would hear the ghost of the woman whispering beside her bed over and over again.

Yes, the woman wasn't lying.

Whenever Jon gazed at Calvin, the mysterious force that surged through her body kept telling her that her child would bring a true apocalypse.

Whenever he thinks of this, Jon's body will involuntarily feel a little cold, just like the feeling that the "angel" poured his power into her body that day, in the ruins of downtown Los Angeles. .

"Mother?"

Calvin, who had been concentrating on drawing pictures on the table, suddenly raised his head and stared straight at Jon.

He is only five years old now, and he is already a child who is so cute that it makes people crazy.

"Did something happen?"

he asks.

Jon had always known that Calvin always seemed to be keenly aware of changes in the atmosphere around him and her condition.

"No, it's nothing, keep drawing, my baby."

Jon responded.

She couldn't hold back and looked at Calvin one more time. In order to cover up the damn wings on Calvin's back, Jon kept Calvin tightly bound in the attic of his home.

She declared that Calvin was a sad congenital bone disease, and that the high bump on the boy's back was just a side effect of the terrible disease.

Calvin is more obedient and obedient than any boy, even if Jon does not allow him to go out, there will be no unnecessary problems.

But the more this happened, the more complicated Jon's emotions towards him became.

"What did you draw?"

Jon stepped forward, looking absently at the paper in Calvin's hand.

"end."

Calvin raised his head and smiled sweetly at Jon.

The author has something to say: Calvin: Yes, I was reborn and blackened.