[Comprehensive] The Great Devil

In the empty theater late at night, a black tragicomedy was staged.

The ghostly, eerie and ethereal singing sounded into Sera's ears like a curse from the stage, and it was the sad solo of the bass——

"Smell the fragrance of blood

I found the temple of requiem

a dilapidated scene

The ghost sings wildly..."

It's a bloody confession song.

Sierra sat under the stage, watching quietly on the stage with only a beam of white light. A woman with pale skin, long black hair and black eyes stood with a calm expression and danced quietly with the singing.

There are window sills and stairs made of props on the stage.She stood at the window, looking up at the sky, and the beam of light illuminated her face like the moonlight in the night sky.

"Black rosemary blooms

vines meandering

soul watching

Faith in the bloody moonlight

smell the fragrance of blood

I found the Temple of Requiem"

"The long-haired vampire queen pushed open the dusty window

The dead branches cast shadows on her face

pure as a girl

Her resentful voice sings along with the undead..."

In such a faint and floating singing voice, in such a backward age where there was no Diaowia at all, this black-haired, white-skinned, cold-eyed woman actually lifted her feet off the ground slowly, and just like that rose into the air.Then she turned her head and stared at the audience, as if she was looking at Sera, and seemed to look further away through her.

"Little red flowers bloom beside her

that is heaven

there is an abyss ahead

gurgling river

bloody river

Irrigate bloodthirsty thirst

that's the queen's soup plate

Steeped Soup

she will cut off the neck of the flower

ask if it is sad"

Sera seemed to recall something, and her eyes gradually became deeper and deeper.

"She has an intoxicating smell

The richness of blood red and the fragrance of silvery white

the queen croons

The little flower with a broken neck lies at her feet

they like cold places

Hidden by the dead tree in the abyss

every dead night

Listen to the secret sound of blood in the ground"

"Smell the fragrance of blood

I found the temple of requiem

life grows wantonly

lookout endless sadness

ancient promise

Can anyone stick to it? "

"Weak excuses and casual perfunctory

strangled a beautiful flower

That beauty withered and turned into a wound while waiting

Turned into hate into bloody thirst..."

The snake on the wrist couldn't help hissing and sticking out the tip of its tongue.

In the closed theater, the wind is still, but the woman's hair is slowly spreading out, floating in mid-air, unaffected by gravity.

She reached out to Sera.

"The moment love turns to the grave

has meant death

all the screams

It’s all the self-sentiment of the living.”

Her bright red lips moved slightly, as if she was whispering to her.

The song has come to an end, and only the rest of my life is curled up.

"The Queen crooned

The little flower with a broken neck lay at her feet..."

"Smell the fragrance of blood

I'm back where I belong"

The pale head slowly drooped, and she closed her eyes as if she fell asleep.

The whole meaningful one-man show ended, and Serra sat silently in the audience, until the elegant and handsome French vampire came out from behind the scenes again, bowed slightly to her, and the deep voice that sang for the drama just now appeared again. In the empty opera house sounded—

"Did you like this saga I wrote for you?" he said, then paused and smiled.

"—my queen?"

In just a split second, those scattered and fragmented memories of the past were suddenly concatenated into an incomparably clear picture, flashing across her mind like lightning.

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A long time ago, so long ago that the time could not even be recorded with numbers.At that time, she already had a premonition of the coming crisis in the future, so she left the legendary palace that only the holy soul can reach, and stepped into the world that was not as prosperous as it is today.

At that time, the mountains and rivers were still soaring into the clouds, the wind blew past the peaks, the forests rose from the ground and were quiet and uninhabited, and the river reflected the sky in a clear and flawless state.At that time, the human race had already reached its peak, and the footprints of the race began to spread all over the world. Their seemingly inexhaustible vitality once even the gods were amazed by it.But prosperity was followed by the growth of corruption and evil, and the ground began to be filled with violence and lawless evil.

She came here with a mission, and she set foot in every corner of the world with various identities, witnessing the strangeness of the world, the sprouting of life and the irrepressible decline.She thinks this kind of life trajectory that is like a fashion falling without looking back and heading to the end is very beautiful, it is so natural and elegant.She met many people, penitents, losers, saints, prophets, or at most ordinary people.Their lives are short but colorful, and some like to live in seclusion in the desert and live on locusts and wild honey.Some live in caves and canyons on deserted islands, practicing hard in solitude.Some live in groups, hunting and surviving day after day.She felt that humans were as numerous and tenacious as resistant bacteria, most as easy to satisfy as a tick.Ugliness and hope are born together, reproduce, and reincarnate endlessly.

Like a quiet tourist, she has traveled to many places, and she is destined to meet people one after another.Some are passers-by without leaving any traces, while others become creations in another sense, as proof of her existence and continuation in this world.

That was the first human being she had ever promised.

They met on the banks of a long river.At that time, she turned into an ordinary woman with black hair and black eyes, while he fled from the teeth of an extremely ferocious beast. Half of his body was soaked in the river water, dyed red, dying.She passed by there, just cast a glance calmly, and continued walking forward without looking directly.

She thought he was dead, after all, he couldn't even breathe, not to mention that he had lost so much blood, it was impossible for him to continue to live, and she had always had little interest in things about to die.Unexpectedly, when she indifferently stepped on the motionless "corpse", her ankle was grabbed.

She lowered her head and met a pair of bloody but sharp eyes.She saw the other party move his lips and say two words to her silently.

"help me."

She looked at the other party for a few seconds, and there was no wave in her heart.Death in the world is common, and there is nothing to say about dying, and it is even more unsurprising to be treated as prey.She has seen too many passing away of human life, even the birth and disappearance of the same kind can't make her have the slightest interest, let alone the life like a mayfly.Death is just a horizon, a song that everyone will hear, no more hunger, no more fatigue, no more fear, so she often does not understand why human beings are so resistant to this word, this word is like blooming in the dawn A must-go journey that is as light and elegant as a blooming flower?

So she looked at each other for a moment, then asked a question.

"why?"

Why not just sleep peacefully like this?Why even struggle?And why should I save you?

That person's answer made her eyes slightly widen in surprise for the first time.

——He held her ankle tightly, exhausted his last strength, almost stared at her face, and struggled to say such a sentence with his scratched and hoarse throat.

"It is better to be the master in hell than to be a servant in heaven!"

She narrowed her eyes.Human beings in this world are so devout, they have an irrefutable obsession with miracles and spend their whole life in practice to pray to get close to God.She has never heard anyone refute the mainstream beliefs of the world with such remarks, and she finds it both novel and indescribably subtle.

He actually vaguely guessed her real identity.This is an uncommon occurrence.

She has been here for many years, witnessing with her own eyes the persistent desire of human beings to survive, and most of the time they only run around on this mission for the rest of their lives.They live in the light of day, and many people do not know the depth of night. They usually try their best to live, obeying the orders of nature, and those who cannot obey themselves, must be ordered by others.

This was the first human being she had ever seen who dared to question the existence of miracles so directly and expressed disgust.

She stared at the other party thoughtfully, then bent slightly, held his chin, looked into the deep blue eyes of the other party, smiled slightly, and spoke softly.

"So, this is your choice?"

"Would you rather be the master in hell, suffer endless loneliness and torture forever, and continue to live?"

The other party nodded with difficulty, his voice was so angry that he could hardly hear his answer.

"I've read a lot of stories and legends...and your presence here only proves one fact—"

"Countless people will die from this."

"And I... I want to live."

Not just live today.He still has a lot of unfinished business and many people he hasn't met.He wants to live forever, even if he is cursed for eternity.

She pondered for a moment.

"I don't have the ability to create new species. Creation is the right only for that person." She said lightly, and when she saw the despair in that human's eyes, she smiled lightly, the coldness in her eyes could be exhausted Light, "—but... there is one person who can extend your short life."

She held the other party's chin firmly, and seeing the other party's painful pupils shrunk, she couldn't help laughing softly, staring at his beautiful blue eyes, "I promise you, to be fair, you have to Pay an equal price—”

"—take it easy. Believe me, it's quite affordable for you...in fact I think you'd probably be happy to make the deal with me."

She lowered her head and leaned close to his ear, her cold and lifeless breath diffused around his pale cheeks.He heard the ghostly and ethereal voice of the dark-haired woman, deeply rooted in his ashen soul like a curse—

"Eternal life and eternity, every moment you live, every moment your descendants die... Hate the existence that abandoned you. Question him, rebel against him, resent him, just like you are doing now—you, will Be the first immortal devil among the unbelievers."

She chuckled softly, "As for me... one day, you and I, or your descendants...we will meet again. And when that time comes, I hope you will call me another name, a name that you will call me soon. Despair is like a tarsus maggot's haunting name when everyone recalls it—"

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On the stage, the elegant and handsome black-haired vampire bowed to her respectfully and smiled.

"It is my greatest honor to see you while I am alive."

He bowed his head.

"—Judger, Sela."

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