[Comprehensive] The Great Devil

When Sera woke up, she heard some voices faintly.

Two people, the sound of arguing.

From the next room, or the living room.

It is a soft and graceful voice.

"Are you questioning my decision again, Louie? - well, I should have thought of that the day I converted you. Louie, kind, loving, always-hard Louis - you put This kind of generous gift of mine is always regarded as a bloody murder. You would rather drink the blood of those dirty sewer rats than human blood? Do you think this is what you call justice? - Thousands of people every day Die! And we're just following our instincts!"

Another, deeper and magnetic voice.

"Stop, Lester. We've had enough quarrels about me, can we come to a conclusion now, can you convince me?—you see, she's just a victim—"

Lester immediately let out a low laugh, "Victim?... You should be glad that you only saw her being sent to the stake. Your kindness and intolerance made you miss the grand opening— —Beautiful? Ah, yes, she is beautiful, but I have seen thousands of beautiful women, and most of them will die happily in my arms. Why is she special?—My friend, you know Yes, each of us will be given a dark talent, some people will slowly discover their own after a long time, while some...before she died, she had already shown her true colors—”

"Please don't do that," Louie said in a weary voice, "she's too young, Lester, too young to understand what it means, you don't want to see her become like me— "

"Same as you?" Lester's voice became softer, "Do you know, Louie, great Louis, I'm starting to get a little tired of your humanity, even though your human blood and temperature have been drained out of your body, You still refuse to give up everything you have in the past - you want to leave me, leave this life that should belong to us? - very good, then go, get out of here. Soon, I will have someone else company. And I think, this time, she'll amuse me a lot more than you can."

Just as they were talking, they opened the door and walked in, and happened to meet Serra's opened eyes.

The first thing she saw was the dark-haired man on the left, with green eyes shining like two ghostly flames burning in a skull.There is lingering melancholy in his brows, he is well-dressed and gentlemanly, and his hair is tied back obediently.Seeing that Sera was staring at her, he couldn't help sighing softly, as if he couldn't bear to witness what was about to happen next, he turned his head and only said a word.

"sorry."

Then he paused, and turned away as silently as a ghost.

Sela watched him leave the room.The other person gently closed the door, walked towards her with light steps in this gorgeous and complicated baroque bedroom, stopped at the head of her bed, stared at her with a smile on his face.

"Look at her, how beautiful..." the man murmured, eyes fixed, eyes burning with a familiar fever, "how beautiful, pure...and vicious. You, mylady, I suppose, become a A more noble race may be perfect for you..."

Serra looked up at him.

She could tell from his voice that he was the one who dominated the conversation, Lester.

His cheeks were as white and smooth as carved from bones but lifeless.A very elegant burgundy jacket, a cloak with long pleats, a black silk tie around the neck, blond hair shoulder-length combed back, and the ends and curls of the hair brushed the white collar.Tall and thin, his face looked handsome beyond human reach, pale and delicate, and radiant.He looked like a man who came out of a classical oil painting in the Middle Ages, gorgeous and cold-blooded, noble and arrogant, the elegance and cynicism unique to aristocrats emanating from every cell in his bones, like a ray of golden brilliance cast in the darkness.

Sierra thought about all the peculiarities in their previous conversation, and then saw the illusory and almost distorted handsome face in front of her. She knew the other party's identity and purpose of coming almost without doubt.

"Vampire," she said slowly, her voice low and hoarse due to the thick smoke and long-term lack of water, "an immortal who can only walk in the dark, why should he save another creation that cannot be tolerated?"

Lester bent down, a strand of blond hair slid down from his cheek, brushing against her face vaguely.His blue eyes, faded to almost gray, stared intently at the woman on the bed, and the pupils slowly began to dilate.She vaguely smelled some kind of sweet smell, and between his scarlet lips opened and closed, there were sharp white teeth looming.

"You know us," Lester slowly approached her face, gently sniffing a certain smell on her body, mixed with the smoke of the fire, the sweetness of blood and the bitterness of fear before death, fused into a very charming The scent, the peerless fragrance that cannot be surpassed by any high-quality perfume, is hidden in the marrow of the femme fatale——

"The reason why you know us... is because you are a witch?"

Sera was silent for a few seconds, and was about to answer, but the other party suddenly hissed, raised his pale and slender index finger and gently placed it on her warm lips, he moved closer and closer, his teeth almost touching her neck , can feel the mesmerizing sweet pulsation under the delicate and soft skin.Lester couldn't help but took a deep breath.

"Think about it, mylady," he said in a soft, husky voice, "anything that takes time to answer is a lie. I know what I'm seeing, and I've believed mine all these years eyes, and I can always see the truth—"

He stretched out his slender and bright red tongue and licked Sera's white neck. Seeing that the other party's eyes hadn't moved at all, he raised his eyebrows in novelty, raised his head slightly, and leaned close to her ear among the thick hair, slightly Cool breath blows into her ears and between breaths—

"Fire—my dear," he said, "a raging fire—burned up everything: the dancing crowd, the grass, the trees, the chains, even the cross... None of those who put you to the stake with their own hands could have Get out."

"You set everything on fire."

"What a grand, dazzling and dramatic scene..." Lester admired, "I still remember that the firelight almost lit up half of the night sky, and the heat still seems to stick to my face, which makes people excited and panicked I can still hear the scream after scream, a perfect and shocking rhapsody march... I watched them burn and run around, like ants on fire. Quiet, everything has become very quiet, and the last thing left is only the residual heat of ashes—”

Lester's fingers lightly stroked Serra's chin, looking directly at the pair of clear violet eyes, so close that he could smell his breath, "Born to sin—I heard them say that about you. Touching stupidity, they I don’t know that besides mediocrity, there is another kind of person in this world who is born with unique talents, just like you—but unfortunately, gifted people often don’t live to grow up, and they will be sentenced to death by so-called mortals—”

"—Just like you, ma'am." Lester kissed the tip of her nose lightly, "In this world, beauty is a sin of birth, beauty is not forgiven, it is used to be raped. You must also see clearly This is why you chose revenge—”

"Burst all crimes with illusory fire."

This is what she was born with: fantasy.She can make the crowd see with their own eyes what they fear most, and then kill them with it in brutal ways.For these people, fear is illusory, but death is real.

At that time, Lester and Louis were standing in the shadow of the forest not far away, witnessing this absurd and incredible opening.It can only be described as "dazzled".It's a pity that Louis has always been incapable of appreciating these beauties, and he couldn't bear to turn around and leave, so he also missed the key scene that revealed the secret next.

When the illusion from her ended, Lester was surprised to find that none of this was real.Fire is not real, pain is not real, only despair is real.What made him even more unbelievable was that even though he wasn't in it, he actually fell into the fear of death woven by her, thinking it was a real raging fire—until she witnessed the group of people all die In my own despair, then everything suddenly disappeared.The grass has returned to its original state, except for the silent corpses all over the ground.

At that time, Lester looked at the woman on the high platform who was exhausted and passed out, and thought to himself, he probably found the most incredible existence in the world.The legendary person who was born with dark talent.The evil witch in the eyes of the world, the treasure of wisdom in his eyes.

He brought Sera back despite Louis' objections, and for the first time did not consider Louis' feelings and insisted on turning her into an immortal-think about it, if she had this ability before she was alive, then after she was reborn , how incredible she must be, she will become an incorruptible legend, created by him!

All going well so far.Of course, except for one problem——

"Are you a devout Christian?" asked Lester.

If so, things can get a little tricky.Although the result will not change in any way, it is better to have less trouble.

Lester grinned, showing his sharp white teeth to the woman lying on the bed limp, the sharp weapon that took countless lives. He smiled and asked her, "Compared to, Mylady, do you like heaven more, or do you like heaven?" hell?"

Sera showed no fear, as if the once innocent and innocent girl had died in that fire, and she was like an embers after a long time without heat.

"Why should I yearn for heaven?" she replied softly. "Heaven, how many churches does it have?"

"I'm struggling in the alley of death," Sera stared at the handsome vampire with those strange eyes. "From the beginning, I never belonged to heaven."

Lester paused, and then couldn't help showing a sincere smile.

"You know I'm going to suck you up, don't you, Miko?"

Serra looked at him without saying a word.

"But it's not a bad thing." Lester shrugged, slowly stretched out his cold hand, grabbed her neck from behind, and gently hugged the weak woman into his arms .He lowered his head to look at each other, and kept stroking the faint tendons with his fingertips, feeling the heat and warmth rushing through it, no temptation in the world could compare to this one.

"Answer me a question, mylady," Lester leaned close to her ear like a sympathizer, murmured elegantly and lowly, "and your answer will let me decide whether to let you die... or get a new life."

He smiled, an eerie gleam in his blue eyes.

"Tell me, eternity... what does it represent?"

As long as she answers the same youth.She will be sucked to death.

She replied that it would make her read the world.she will die.

Find the meaning of living.she will die.

Record the flowing history.She will die too.

He has asked many interested people such questions.And most of the answers disappointed him.Therefore, their end is usually not very good.

Lester stared intently at the face in front of him that was so beautiful that it almost only belonged to nocturnal creatures, looking forward to her answer.

Sure enough, the person he wanted to bring back despite Louis' objection did not disappoint him——

"Curse," she said.

Lester paused.

"What did you say?" he repeated incredulously.

curse?She thought it was a curse rather than a gift?

What's this?Another Louie?

Lester's eyes flickered.He stepped back a little, half of his face hidden in the shadow of the candle light.After a long time, he asked softly, "Why?"

Sera raised her eyes and looked at the top of the bed embroidered with complicated patterns. After a moment of silence, she answered him in a ghostly and soft voice——

"Like a curse, isn't it?—vampire. Immortality, the worst secret."

"Everyone will grow old and die, except you."

"Everyone is wiped out, except you."

"—any of your children, will become a white-haired old man, dying before your eyes. Any of your lovers, aging, shrinking into an old man with a bent back, hair and teeth. But you—only you, from It won't get old, it won't get tired, it won't fade away, it's just lonely. But then you won't have any desire to have a relationship with any human being, it's like a muscle that's not functioning because you haven't used it for years. Then, one day, you'll find , you have become exactly like them..."

"You, become a perfect, unchanging, portrait of yourself."

"Even so, you're going to live on. Live. Live."

"—like a curse that cannot be broken."

Serra looked at him.

"Immortality, Immortality, Immortality. But never lived."

……

……

Lester looked at her for a long time.Finally, at the moment before the air was about to suffocate, he suddenly smiled.

That smile was radiant and gorgeous, like a colorful classical portrait.

"Since you think so..." Lester hugged her intimately, whispering ambiguously into her ear.

"Then... be cursed with me, witch."

Then he opened his sharp teeth suddenly, and bit down hard on her neck!

Sierra's pupils shrank.At that moment, it was as if a large amount of high-purity stimulant was injected into the arteries, every cell began to move around, all senses became extremely numb, the eyes were blurred, and the coolness and dizziness of rapid blood loss disappeared from the internal organs. Limbs began to gradually spread.She felt that her heartbeat began to slow down, and her brain could hardly receive any effective information, only the numb and itchy pleasure from her neck became more intense.She began to feel the rapid lack of oxygen, suffocation, coldness, her breathing became weak, and she stared at the top of the bed but couldn't see anything clearly——

He almost sucked all her blood.She is about to face death.

It turned out to be the feeling of dying.

"You'll regret it—" At such a critical moment, she struggled with all her strength to say this in a low voice, successfully making Lester pause, and couldn't help raising her head slightly, wanting to hear what she was going to say next. words.

However, the moment he saw her face, even a vampire who had lived for hundreds of years and seen countless beautiful creatures was still shocked by the scene at this moment——

Being on the verge of death is always the most beautiful state, isn't it? ——The woman's laziness.Apathetic ease.That kind of respect drains the inspiration, as if anemic, with a pale face as weak as a kitten.It seemed that at this moment, he got the once-in-a-century opportunity, through which he could completely control her life and death, and even her soul.

"Look at you, dear," Lester kissed her earlobe with blood-stained lips, full of love, "so beautiful. And you, destined to be immortal."

"Nothing is immortal," Sera replied angrily, with a faint smile on her pale lips, as if mocking, "—including you."

Lester became more and more curious, he raised his eyebrows, and began to wonder who was the master of the two of them, and who was the delicacy that could not be slaughtered.He stared at Sierra inexplicably for a long time, the light in his eyes was flickering, as if he was thinking about whether to let her die so peacefully, or make another choice that he might regret for the rest of his life in the future ——

Finally, he made a decision.

"Who knows." Lester lightly licked the scar on her neck, and then slowly cut his wrist with sharp nails, letting the blood that was so thick that it was almost black dripped into her pale skin along the bloody wound. With his lips and teeth, watching sin and decay flow into the once fresh life together, he couldn't help but be filled with complacency, excitement and pride.

He has become another creator of souls.And this one, will undoubtedly be more dangerous and fun than all of his creations.

He watched Sera's uncontrollable instinctive desire to start sucking his blood. He kept a mysterious and elegant smile, and whispered softly in her ear like a devil, as if to be branded in her bone marrow.

"Come to hell with me, my witch."

When your brief life as a human dies completely.When your eternal time is resurrected.At that time, you will find that what this world leaves us is not only curses, but also eternal loneliness and pain.

But it does not matter.my lady.Until then, we'll be with each other for a long, long time.

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