deformed bone

"You don't seem to like Coke much?"

Vigilie peeked into Calvin's face from behind the cup, and said.

Calvin raised his eyes and glanced at him, but didn't speak.

Isaac once said that when Calvin showed this face, he looked like an archangel in traditional religious paintings who was about to bring the world’s scourge, and no mortal would have the courage to approach him.

(From a certain point of view, this may also be the protective color that Calvin put on himself in the process of growing up forced to face the dark side of human beings.)

However, Vigilie didn't seem to notice the gloomy face of the former angel at all. The vague smile filled with cheerfulness and satisfaction shrouded his handsome face belonging to the wealthy class. He continued on his own. go down.

"Actually, the sugar in Coke is not good for your health, but I believe you don't want to face the terrible Diet Coke even more, it's so damn scary, it can be called a witch's soup... By the way, if I'm right, you The trouble probably comes from that Adventist faction?"

Virgili unexpectedly changed the subject.

Calvin jumped up like a cheetah after hearing the words "Adventist". One of his hands quickly reached for his canvas bag, his back arched slightly, and the other hand stretched out to He wanted to take out a dagger from his own pocket.

He made a fuss, and then he remembered that at the beginning of entering the door, Virgili half-coaxed and half-forced him to change into new clothes.

Even Calvin himself couldn't believe why he obeyed Virgil so much at that time.

The breath on his body became particularly sharp, and he grabbed his backpack and jumped behind the sofa, taking a defensive posture.

Virgil stood there a little stiffly, blinking those green eyes innocently.

"Calvin?"

he asks.

"what do you know?"

Calvin spoke coldly.

"Oh, Calvin, you, have you misunderstood something?" Vigili answered in a trance after a half-beat, "Oh my god... I just wanted to go to the bar to find you, uh, at that time you suddenly stayed The note told me that all the portrait agreements were void, and told me that I could take all the furniture back... Your message looks like a suicide note! I was terrified, so I went to that bar, I I thought I could find you there, but...but none of them heard from you. I have to say, my heart was almost broken. Just as I was about to leave, those Adventist people also rushed in. "

"Adventists went to the bar?!"

Calvin asked in shock.

Virgil nodded honestly: "To be honest, I had a bad impression of them before, you should remember that boy I met before... I never thought that my impression of them would become worse Oops. You must not know that the group of people in the bar is really terrifying. Each of them seems to have evil spirits attached to their backs. Trouble. When I leave the bar, I can describe my leavers as fleeing... As for you, when I met you, you looked pretty bad, so I guessed, whether your What has the trouble got to do with that dreadful sect?"

Calvin stared sharply at Virgil's pure and calm face.

He twitched the corner of his mouth. After this long explanation, he slowly took out his gun from the canvas bag, and pointed it at Virgil.

Vigili's eyes trembled, and he looked like he was on the verge of tears.

"God, what the hell are you doing? Calvin, I can swear to you, what I just said is true—"

"I believe you."

Calvin interrupted Virgil.

His muzzle was as stable as ever, dark and cold, without any wavering.

"But I still have a question..." His voice was lowered and sounded a little hoarse, "Who the hell are you?"

he asks.

-

8 hours ago -

Henderson Avenue

Advent Sisters Home

basement

Sinners, they are all sinners.

Imogen stood at the entrance of the basement, staring with cold eyes at the two-legged creature with a numb expression in the basement.

None of them was over 16 years old. The boys wore baggy shorts made of the oldest linen, while the girls wore sleeveless gowns of the same material. Their snow-white slender legs protruded from under the dirty skirts, stepping on the bloody And dirt stained the muddy floor black.Their hands and insteps were tied to criss-crossed wooden crosses, and their wrists had turned purple because of the rope binding.Each one has lifeless eyeballs like glass beads, their necks drooping and motionless, and if it weren't for the faint rise and fall of their chests, they would look like rows of silicone dummies.

Imogen gazed at their platinum-dyed hair (some of whom had stubbornly returned to their original color at the roots), and at their pale skin from starvation and dehydration combined with prolonged exposure to the sun, Another perfect image slowly emerged, superimposed on these young boys and girls.

Imogen's lips twitched, his body trembled, he staggered down a few steps, and stretched out his hand in the dim light.

He silently called the name—the name in his memory—

However, the slender shoulders and necks of those boys made his body involuntarily surge with that turbulent heat.

The phantom disappeared from them.

Imogen suddenly stopped in his footsteps, he drooped his shoulders slumped, and then sniffed his nose, tears slowly streaming down his dry eye sockets, intense sadness and anger washed his heart that was as old as his body.

"The help I can provide is really too little. I really want to save you and wash away your sins."

He whispered, gripping the cold doorknob tightly.

"But your sins... your sins cannot be washed away."

he stammered.

"It's not my fault, it's your fault, your sin."

He turned around suddenly and walked quickly towards the door of the basement.

"boom--"

Then he slammed the door shut, and those numb teenagers ushered in the stinking darkness again.

Imogen crawled along the long stairs to his room in a very depressed mood, his fingers kept stroking the picture of the only real angel in the world hanging on his chest.The contact with the other party was so short, but he did get redemption.

However, while being redeemed, Imogen also received a gift from the devil.He can no longer be like that person, able to bathe in the brilliance of angels - once the holy vision appears, the descending containers will also be polluted by sin - their sin affects the original sin of men in Imogen's body , The phantoms always disappeared in his uncontrollable impulse, and after losing the protection of the angels, those containers became weaker and more emaciated, and finally had no choice but to face the inevitable death.

This made Imogen feel unprecedentedly disappointed and sad.He believed that he sincerely hoped to save those innocent children.

He pushed open his door in heavy depression.The light in the room was kept comfortably dark, the floor was made of light brown maple wood, and even the tiniest cracks were wiped clean by devout believers.A small bed stood in the corner, and a huge wooden cross, nearly a man's height, was nailed to the wallpaper.

And a handsome man turned his head from the tea-brown walnut bookcase with a smile when he heard the sound of Imogen pushing the door.

"Hello, Mr. Imogen Paine," he said softly.

Imogen paused.

Then, he walked into the room calmly, and turned around and closed the door firmly.

"Hello, Mr. Red Hart."

Imogen said.

If you just listen to the voice, you will feel that this old man is surprisingly calm. However, his expression cannot lie, his cheeks are flushed with excitement, and his pupils are narrowed.

"We met once—" said Imogen.

Red Deer raised an eyebrow.

"Let me think about where it is... Oh, yes, in the death row! And next to the electric chair! You were a poor little girl who was about to be electrocuted hahahaha..."

He continued.

Now, Red Deer's eyes suddenly became cold and dark.

Imogen looked at the fading smile on the corner of Red Deer's mouth, and fanaticism appeared in his eyes.

He giggled.

"In this situation, I always feel that I should have a drink. I have a very good whiskey. Would you like a drink?" He said with a smile, walking slowly towards the red stag. I'm in awe of you, just like those stupid monkeys outside, I'm scared to shit when I see you... But it's a pity, I'm not that type of person."

Imogen pushed away the messy books on the bookcase with his hands, took out a bottle of wine from behind the bookcase, and waved his hand at Red Deer.

"I knew you were coming—"

Red Deer stepped back a little, avoiding Imogen like a fresh piece of shit.

He took out the white silicone surgical gloves from his pocket, and put them on himself slowly.Imogen had a smug smile on his face. He slowly filled the glass with wine, leaned his thin and old body against the bookcase, and watched Red Deer's movements meaningfully.

"Oh... I see..." Imogen patted his hands lightly, "You look down on me, you think I'm not the same kind of creature as you—you think I'm just like that group of ordinary humans."

"However, I'm not—like you, I was given the blood of the Supreme One—I'm the one chosen by God!"