[Comprehensive] The Great Devil

"We have been waiting for your appearance for a long, long time." Armand told her so.

He took Sierra into the backstage, that dark and cold place, except for props placed in disorder, there was only darkness, and nocturnal creatures crawling in the darkness.

There are all races and appearances, old, young, and even young.The only thing they have in common is the gloomy emptiness in their eyes, and the rotten, mud-like smell on their bodies.This group of races living outside the law of time is like corpses lying in rocky tombs, they stop breathing, their hearts hardly beat, and they live into a beautiful but stiff portrait.

Times are changing, but they are eternal, there is no difference between life and death.

And this is the life she will live in the future?

Even "life" is gone, so how can it be considered alive?

After knowing the taste of death, she no longer had too many beautiful fantasies about this word.The closer one gets to the origin of things, the less interesting things become for a person like her.

An eternal immortal devil is the most precious creation and collection in the age of ignorance.But a group of vampires who live and die?When the initial surprise and excitement passed away, when time became the most worthless collection in the hands, when the original companions attracted them only the sweet blood flowing under the soft skin...why did they continue to live?

Popular items lose their nobility.But now, since this group of noble species that used to rebel against beliefs has forgotten the mission they were once entrusted with, what is the point of their continued existence?

Everyone wants to have the supremacy, but when we have the power, we find that life is so boring and we have to find a moment of tranquility by looking for stimulation.And when one stimulus after another passed, nothing could arouse any other interest.This group of so-called better races is just another group of human beings who have lived longer and are more decadent.

Armand stayed one step behind her, showing her the mystery and power of races, some can hang in the air without hindrance, some can blend in with the surrounding environment, and some have a pair of charms that can charm people's hearts. s eyes.This is the dark talent given to them by the world after death. Some are powerful and some are mediocre, but without exception, they all use these talents for their own use, and only for their own use.

Sera heard Armand introduce her in this way——

"The legends about us... There are countless records, but few are true. In fact, most of those rumors were spread by us ourselves. Some people know our existence, some of these people fear us, and more want to To join us, to gain eternal life... some of them could not bear the pain and died, and those who survived... in America, what you see before your eyes is the best of us."

most excellent?most?

Sela watched these immortal creatures in the theater calmly, noncommittal to Armand's almost glorious declaration.In her eyes, all vampires are not alive, even Leicester. A hundred years have already eaten away his once rich heart. God, who has forgotten who he was, who he really is - to those who created them, they are nothing but the continuation of a group of tried and failed products.

Being forced by humans to the point where she had to hide her whereabouts, all her original deals have gone bad.They forgot the mission of rebellion they were given, and they only had their own reflections in their decayed eyes.

Sierra walked slowly in the dark corridor, listening to Armand's elegant French accent, suddenly smiled, and asked curiously, "How did you recognize me?"

She is completely different from the original appearance.

Armand smiled, and the fine wrinkles at the corners of his eyes made him look full of mature and wise charm.

"There are not many legends about you... because for some people, those are books that should be banned and cannot be passed down from generation to generation—but we have our own set of inheritance rules: through personal telling, in the Before falling asleep tiredly, every word of the story will be remembered by a leader, engraved in the soul like his own name and cannot be forgotten."

"Our earliest ancestor, the first recorded man to be a vampire...he was a great Hebrew rebel, God took his family, his love, his blood offspring, even his life ...He met the devil who gave an incarnate human appearance at the moment before he died, and he made a deal with the devil. Since then, he was deprived of the right to walk under the daylight, but gained almost immortality !"

"Every chief knows this legend, but only those who have lived long enough will remember a fact more deeply-it was not a demon who saved him. It was a judge who once supported miracles."

"But she made a pact with the devils in hell, and she made them create a new race, a stronger, smarter, more beautiful and more eternal race-us."

Armand bowed his head deeply, "People in the world only know that Cain is the ancestor of vampires in the legend, but they don't know that there is still hell under the world. Satan created us, but he didn't do it voluntarily. Man made a deal—"

He lowered his eyes, not daring to look directly into Sera's eyes, "He never described your appearance, only one name - he told all the descendants that survive to this day, he told my creator: When you see her You'll know when she's coming—"

"Thank you for your gift," he said, "so that we survived that terrible disaster and reproduced here."

In the cold darkness, the woman with skin as pale as death couldn't help but smile slightly.

"Catastrophe? . . . Ah yes," she murmured, "a wonderful, holy cleansing . . . some people seem to have died because of it, right? Drowned, starved, thirsty, killed Yes, committed suicide in despair... I have to say, I enjoyed that terrible disaster very much."

Armand looked taken aback.He couldn't help but raised his head and looked at the woman with a smile on her face like a mask.

He obviously looks and smells like a young newborn blood, so beautiful that he is almost fragile, but the light in his eyes... the burning light like a will-o'-the-wisp, only reminds people of millions of charred corpses, The lingering black smoke and the barren tombs.

He suddenly thought of those recorded legends, and recorded the stories about her in the legends.scary story.

In different countries, in different books, in different languages ​​and in different translations, she has many names and faces, and the only common and irrefutable fact is the crimes she has committed.She was created with a vicious curse at the beginning, she is the wisest and most evil of all her kind, she has violent and powerful power, even the most famous Satan in the story fears her.She was born to kill, and her name stands for death and despair.She came into the world to execute a sentence, and she took countless lives in the blink of an eye, good and bad, great and ordinary, she didn't care.She slaughtered hopeless human beings in the eyes of gods like slaughtering animals, and morality and principles seemed like nothing in her eyes——

And with such a terrifying existence, how could he expect her to have almost human pity for creatures like them?

He even began to wonder, did she really think that eternity was a supreme gift for vampires?

"Of course not." Sara smiled.

"Although this body is dead," she said lightly, "I still don't want to stay in a tomb or coffin."

"And the things that are dead... are better off dead."

Human beings should not have eternal life.Once they live too long, begin to forget their original intention, and decay together with the world, then they lose the meaning of continuing to exist.

Sera turned her head and stared at the vampire's face that suddenly stiffened, her smile slowly blooming like a bloody rose in the darkness.

"Cleaning, this kind of thing, I did it once a long time ago. It's nothing difficult." She said softly, "Don't be afraid, soon... everything will be over, and you won't feel any pain."

Armand's pupils tightened!

……

……

Late at night, when Sera walked back to Jonathan's villa alone, opened the door and entered her room, she paused slightly and lowered her eyes.

A pair of pale and slender hands silently stretched out from behind, slowly hugged her waist, and then tightened.

The soft and elegant bass sounded in the silent night.

"Look at you, honey... what have you been up to?"

Does he know?

Sierra's first reaction was this.Then immediately dismissed the idea: no.This is impossible.Although Leicester seems to be unrestrained and disregards morality and ethics on the surface, he is actually an excellent vampire who respects all traditions and etiquette of the race and is proud of it.He would never have seen her so calm after what she did, he was talking about something else.

Sure enough, before she could open her mouth, Lester hugged her more tightly from behind, and kissed her earlobe with cold and bright red lips, his voice was a little hoarse, and his breath contained a sweet and greasy smell, almost sticking to her. He opened his mouth low in his ears.

"You actually abandoned me and went out on a date with that Jonathan?..." His voice complained, he tightened her waist punitively, and bit her earlobe with his fangs, tearing, stinging and painful Itching, "How long has it been since that beautiful and helpless little girl... Now that she's grown up, she doesn't need the company of others—especially her most loyal creator, does she?"

Sierra lowered her eyes, didn't resist, didn't admit it, just breathed quietly.

The thing Lester can't stand is her look, it always makes him look like a fool who is hopelessly caught up in a goddamn romance, and she's always indifferent to everything, no one can see through her , no one knows what she wants in the end.

He hated this sense of ignorance and blindness.

So he resolutely bit her earlobe hard, watching the traces of rich and sweet blood winding down with a full arc, dripping on her beautiful and elegant shoulder straps, the perfection and elegance were instantly polluted, he He sighed almost enjoying himself, put his head on Sera's shoulder, and murmured curiously and perplexedly——

"All the men I've ever seen love you, all the women are jealous of you, and even love you... so many people want to get you, try their best to show you, they lose everything because of a smile you don't care, even Throwing away titles and reputations..." He sighed for the fools who fell into blind love at first sight, and for himself, "Are you getting tired of it all? . . . gold, jewels, fine clothes and houses, faithful Love, commitment, following...you don't like them all, why?"

"Infatuated men, you dismiss it like you were born and never expected love to fall on your head, but every woman I know is like you...you even start to tire of your creator It's... me. Is that right, Sera?"

He raised his head slightly and looked at Sera's calm side face.He always had this wonderful illusion that she seemed to exist almost out of time, or that she was waiting for Scheherazade to realize that the last dawn had come, and the last story was told and then fell silent.She was as indifferent as a faint reflection cast by another world.

This made him puzzled and angry.

"So, why didn't you resist at the beginning, why didn't you just reject me?" Lester's eyes were confused, "Look at your lifeless appearance... Back then, you should have allowed me to suck you up, and then let you bleed to death... Ah, yes. It's much happier to believe you live in a grave than in this big house, isn't it?"

There was almost irresistible resentment in his voice, even though he kept hiding it until this silent night.

"What the hell do you want?!" He yelled out the name through gritted teeth, "—Selah?!"

The air was stagnant and thick to the point of suffocation.

After a long time, ice-cold hands slowly covered his, and then gently and irresistibly pulled away his hand, and she left his embrace and shackles without a sound.

That beautiful, cold-blooded, treacherous woman slowly lowered her eyes, then raised her hands. The first thing she did was to untie her belt under the gaze of Lester's slightly widened eyes.

Half of her fine clothes were taken off, revealing her smooth, pale and elegant back.

Lester's eyes were fixed on her back immediately, and he froze.

On the soft and smooth skin, a pattern appeared faintly: a pure black butterfly with two wings covering almost the entire back.It is not painted on, nor is it some kind of highly skilled tattoo carving. It seems to grow under the skin, quietly emerge from the soul, and then become clearer and deeper with time.

A beautiful, lifelike black butterfly that represents death and despair.

Lester fell into a long daze.

Until Sierra got dressed again, then turned around and gave him a faint smile.

"Everything is real," she said with deep and calm eyes. "Those worlds are real, those experiences are real, and those people I have met are also real."

"And the desperation given to me by these worlds, I have no other choice but to die, only to live."

"And you, Lester, you didn't give me a choice—you call that a choice? You sucked me up, and you died. You transformed me, and you died. The only difference is that one goes to the grave and the other to the grave. coffin."

Lester was silent for a moment.

"Okay...but what does this have to do with that thing on your back?"

Sela spread her arms, stared into his eyes, and asked softly, "What do you know about me, Lester?"

The handsome vampire thought for a few seconds, and then replied without hesitation, "A ruthless little bastard."

Sela raised her eyebrows, "What else?"

Lester blinked and thought for a few seconds, "Slaves, witches, the living dead, heartbreakers... what do you want to hear from me? - I'm sure I have 1 words to describe your ruthlessness Ruthless and turning heads."

"1 meaningless words." Sierra narrowed her eyes. "I want to hear you tell me why you want to change me? I thought you were more interested in people like Louis."

She had heard of her former companion many times from Lester.His heroic spirit, his vitality blooming outward, his noble compassion like gold, and his supreme awe of life.For Louis, killing people is a very painful thing. For this reason, he would rather become like a rat living in the sewer, drinking dirty and unclean blood.He was the most humane and benevolent vampire Lester had ever seen, and this also attracted him. He thought that Louis had a soul and vitality, unlike him and others of his kind.Even if Louis is alone, he has to go all over the church to find peace. His love is the only treasure in his heart.

Serra had heard Lester describe Louie's life in this way, even if he had heard it from him.

"... he lived in Louisiana, and the family got a land gift from the government, so they built two indigo estates on the banks of the Mississippi near New Orleans... Rich and natural. There is a lovely old piano in the house, sister Played it often... on summer evenings she played with her back to the open french windows, and the mahogany furniture, feeling the shutters when the wisteria pierced the dormer, and in a year would be stretching its tendrils into the whitewashed In the cracks of the bricks..."

It sounds like a beautiful and peaceful life, a memory neither she nor Lester had ever had.

Why transform Sierra?A witch who was perhaps destined to destroy everything he destroyed?

Lester said calmly, "Because... I want you to go to hell with me."

Loneliness is never alone.As if there were two people together, then he thought maybe the heaviness would become lighter.He's just such a selfish, greedy and possessive person.

but……

Lester frowned suspiciously, "What you just said, those worlds, those experiences, those people...? What are you referring to?"

In the dark room, he clearly saw Sera suddenly showing him a meaningful smile, light but cold.

"Do you think... my dark talent is just an illusion, creator?"

Her voice was as eerie as a ghost emerging.

"Soon... you'll know."

The author has something to say: well, the word count didn’t meet the requirement, and I’m going to enter the little black room next week... [cry chirp]

The plot of Interview with the Vampire at Night is very simple, so this article is very short, transitioning the life experience of the Great Demon King.Afterwards, the next chapter will be your long-awaited ABO, as always, the brain hole of flying into space.