[Comprehensive] The Great Devil

Barrage: "My mother! The Great Demon King is proposing marriage! With the great devil's pissing nature, why do you want to light wax for the King for no reason?"

Barrage: "Look, this is the country I laid down for you. Your Majesty, are you surprised? Are you happy?"

Barrage: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Barrage: "Lifetime, Really Lifetime Series [Wipe Tears]"

Barrage: "Don't panic, first let me go out and run a couple of laps to calm down [calm face]"

Barrage: "6666666666666666666"

Barrage: "My big host is mighty and domineering, and his girlfriend's strength is beyond the table!"

Bullet screen: "Being, being teased until my legs are soft..."

Barrage: "Everything is for world peace, please promise her, my lord!!!"

Barrage: "I feel like my king is about to be drained by the anchor..."

Barrage: "Hey... Am I the only one who suddenly feels the hairs stand on end?"

Barrage: "I have been abused for a long time, and there is a bowl of sugar in front of me, so I dare not taste it"

Barrage: "This is probably the scariest marriage proposal in the history of the elves... First eat up all your enemies in front of you, and then scoop up your greatest enemy from the sky as a bride price, um... you just Say you agree or not? Don't agree to try?"

Barrage: "拥2333333"

Barrage: "I want to know what I will do after the proposal!!! Is it going to get married, and then enter the bridal chamber!!"

Barrage: "I'm afraid it's pulling the brakes."

Barrage: "Don't want to peek at my king's beautiful and tender body~"

Barrage: "You try to take a peek? [Smile from the Great Demon King]"

Barrage: "Thousands of words are just one sentence - Your Majesty, please don't over-indulge in lust, it is easy to hurt your body."

……

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In the kingdom of the dark forest, after the mourning ceremony for the clansmen was held, a grand wedding banquet was ushered in again.

Thranduil, the son of Orifel, the king of the deep forest and green land, an empty nester who has lived for more than 2000 years... finally ushered in the most important day in life: the wedding ceremony.

Although all the wood elves recognize the true identity of the evil spirit, and although a few guardians know what she has done to the southern jungle... But she is the king's only companion and the prince's biological mother. Lun's half-orc took the king's greatest enemy, the northern dragon, as a bride price... Of course, most importantly, in order not to let all the elves block her marriage with the king because of her identity, she voluntarily gave up living in the elf hall and was willing to guard it all her life. It was south of the dense forest, and as long as she was there, Sauron's power would not be able to take a single step from here.

This is what moved the jungle elves.

She was once a terrible polluter, an evil spirit conceived of flesh and blood, but now she is the most powerful guardian of the jungle.If there is anyone in this world who can make her bow her head and compromise, it is their king.

Originally Thranduil wanted to invite Legolas home to participate in the ceremony, but Sera refused without hesitation.

"He is an upright and kind elf." Under the giant tree, she looked up at the vines twining around the thick trunk, and the scarlet flowers blooming silently in the night, gorgeous and moving, and her voice was as soft as the evening wind——

"The person he doesn't want to see now is probably me like this."

Serra turned to look at the blond elf who was staring at her, and smiled.Her body is tangible and intangible, real or virtual, so there is always a blurred gleam fluttering when she walks, she is so light that she has no weight, and her ethereal and mysterious beauty between pale indifference and softness is even better than that of elves.She doesn't look like a gathering of dark forces at all, that kind of appearance can almost deceive any sage with high wisdom——

But this will not reduce the threat from her in the slightest.In fact, this just means that she has integrated her own aura without leaking it, and has reached an even more terrifying state.

But she was willing to stay here, for a reason that even Thranduil could not believe.

She proposed to him.

And this was the most unexpected surprise in his long life that was still alive.

"Why are you looking at me like this, Thranduil?" Sera walked over, stepping on the dirt lightly and silently, staring at the gorgeous and noble face shining like a white gem, she gently stretched out her hand, wanting to touch But at the moment when his face was about to meet, the other side turned his face slightly, hiding the left half of his face behind.

She paused her fingers and couldn't help chuckling, "What are you afraid of? Or do you think I will leave you because of half of your face that is no longer perfect?"

The Elf King tilted his head, his outline was as deep as a sculpture. Hearing her straightforward words, his eyelashes moved slightly, and after a long silence, he finally turned his face slowly. The appearance covered by magic slowly faded away, revealing the of hideous scars.

He looked into her eyes without blinking, with a dignified and proud expression, "You said you loved my face the most. And now, it's ruined. I can't imagine any other reason for you to still be by my side, Even making, making ridiculous... marriage proposals."

"Is this another vengeful joke from you?" Thranduil's voice was low and calm, his gray eyes were as clear and bright as jewels, hiding all his emotions under that dazzling radiance——

"If it is... it's too late for you to regret it now. The wedding is tomorrow, and I still have time to cancel the celebration."

Sera couldn't help raising her eyebrows. She stared at this Sindar elf who was forced to calm down but pursed his lips with a half-smile, and didn't answer immediately until his face gradually became no longer calm, and the look in his eyes became more and more serious. Deeper and deeper, the tightly clenched fingers began to tremble slightly——

"Your face... Thranduil, I admit, it does have an extraordinary attraction to me," she said briskly, as if she didn't notice the other person's body shaking and she closed her eyes gently, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. With an imperceptible smile, he added softly, "But just because of half of your face... my king, it is far from enough to make me give up this forest and surrender to you."

Surrender...?

The Elf King suddenly opened his eyes, and a light gradually emerged from his eyes.

"You think you had no choice but to kill me with your own hands, but I turned into a ghost and approached with ulterior motives to make you feel the pain of loss again... Now I have become an evil spirit, stepping on the corpses and flesh and blood of your compatriots, threatening me all the time Your clan, even my marriage proposal—you think it's all revenge, don't you? You think I've done so much, like a ghost, entangled in your long life... just for the so-called revenge? "

She couldn't help laughing out loud, "Your face can't drive me to die for you, or even bring me back from death... What's more, it's only half left now, and to me, it's even more insignificant. "

Obviously such hurtful words, the sincerity of her praise in the past is as heart-wrenching as her frankness now.But every time she uttered a word, Thranduil's eyes became brighter and brighter, staring at her without blinking, and the corner of his mouth even slowly raised a reserved smile.

She said his face had become less important...but he was happier than he had ever been.

He knew that one day she would rise from the grave of death, and that it would be another terrible disaster.He was even ready to face her. She would walk up to him in person, taunt him tenderly, take revenge on him, make him die, and end his long life without mercy, and he would never Revolt—she had good reason for doing so.

But what he didn't expect was that the first thing she did after her resurrection was to end a battle, and then propose to him.

All of this is really wonderful...too beautiful to be true, as if still in a dream.Sera Araya, she has never been a kind character, even if she has become a mother, she can abandon her son without hesitation, ignore his forbearance and waiting, and at the moment of death, ruthlessly kill him Pulling down the abyss with his soul... that's what the one he loves would do.

Even though she later turned into a phantom, seduced him, deceived him, said countless sweet words, confuse his pitifully sane mind, was so gentle that it seemed that his shadow was all over his heart... But he knew that she really existed, and she No one can see his mind clearly.

He looked forward to her return, but he never had any hope for her love.From the beginning, it was hopeless.

If this is still a hoax, a grand, beautiful and unreal hoax...

"There is nothing in me that you love more." Thranduil's voice was calm and low, even with a hint of sarcasm, "My strength is no longer enough to stop you, and I no longer have the courage to kill you. You, my kingdom, you can get it easily, my territory is not worth mentioning in your eyes—”

He lifted his head and gazed into Sera's eyes.

"Then why did you come?"

And why, propose to him?

You laughed and threw me into the burning flames, and now you reach out and pick me up.Even though he is covered with old scars, he still suffers from pain.

Sera slowly put away the smile on her face. She walked over and stopped in front of Thranduil, a mere distance away, then stretched out her hand, held his chin, and wiped his half face devastated by the flames. exposed to her gaze.

He pursed his lips tightly, tried his best to resist the desire to avoid, raised his face slightly, and stared at her proudly.

"Look, Thranduil," Sera leaned close to his ear, her breath was warm, a living temperature, "—show me your scariest scars, it's actually not as difficult as expected, Isn't it?"

She chuckled, her voice was soft and bewitching, piercing into his heart like a spell, "You want to know why I did this, I can obviously devour you, your people, your forest, and your kingdom... Indeed, these are effortless for me, but I chose to protect you and become an enemy of the Dark Lord, which is simply unimaginable—Sera Aragali? Protection?—How incredible!”

She stretched out her fingers and touched the gradually healing scars on her face very lightly. She felt the skin under her fingertips trembling slightly, and then gradually warmed up.

"You know, I did think about retaliating against you severely. Who told you to put the so-called justice before me? You even let me die in such pain and misery. I can still remember the pain until now. Burning in my soul, I can't help screaming just thinking about it—"

Thranduil stopped breathing, and he stared at Sela's pale and slightly smiling face, his lips trembling slightly.

"But death? . . . O Thranduil, that is but the lightest, quickest, most useless punishment. You see, what a debt it is that I die because of you, twice . . . do you think Will you pay it back? How will you pay it back?"

The Elf King stared at her fixedly, and there was a surge of emotion in his eyes. He wanted to reach out to touch her, but he was even more afraid of her ruthless rejection. His fingers stopped halfway, and he closed his eyes , slowly took it back——

In the end, however, he failed.

A pale and slender finger grabbed his arm, slowly tightened it, and held it in the palm of his hand.

"We've known each other for so long, Thranduil, except for the first two invitations from you... It seems that from then on, I took the initiative to hold you." Sera said in a flat and gentle voice, "Your arrogance and Timid, let me go again and again—who among us is the one who refuses? I rejected you twice, but for the next hundred years, you have been refusing my approach."

The Elf King shook his body, opened his eyes suddenly, and looked at her in surprise, "You—"

"Do you really love me, Thranduil?" Sela asked softly, with deep and quiet eyes, "I see your love in you, it is more like torture - so patient, so painful, so desperate ...and you never thought we could have a future."

"Maybe I don't understand the so-called love... But, is it really just my fault?"

"When I was still 'alive', you came quietly again and again, standing under the tree and watching, but never opened the door, and let a wall separate you and me."

"Before I 'die', and you spend the rest of your life atoning for it, you think that extreme grief will gradually kill you, and you think you'll go to hell with me?—ah...why not while I'm alive Cherish it? Why do you have to be arrogant and stubborn to wait until everything is over before admitting the loss? Even in those days when I turned into a ghost in a necklace, you would rather believe that I was a phantom in your heart but still dare not embrace me—"

"—my king, do you suffer more in my life than in my death?"

Sela looked at Thranduil's pale face, leaned closer, and said with a smile, "You are the one who should hold me tight, Thranduil—and I'm giving you a chance to choose now."

"You guessed it right, I am seeking revenge on you - my marriage proposal is a conspiracy: I will get you, the whole of you, your love and hate, all your treasures, everything about you... ...will be mine. Only me."

"—I'll have you, not just your heart."

Sera smiled slightly, her eyes were deep and bottomless.

"Maybe it doesn't sound fair? Of course, I can make some small compensations..."

"In return, Thranduil."

"My love belongs only to you."

"—until your death sets me free."

"What do you think of this deal?"

Thranduil stared at her intently, his eyes completely reflected her smiling face, and there was his whole world.

Such a long parting, such an unbearable longing, experienced so many life and death, lost her hand again and again, lost her voice in pain in the nightmare of countless nights, the color of life gradually faded, and the soul endured the silent pain. The tearing apart... Whether she is sincere or not, with ulterior motives, another revenge or conspiracy, he can no longer bear the next loss.His whole life was made old by one person, and he was reborn by the same person.

He thought he would never see her face again, touch her warm and real face, hug her, hold her hand... In the end, fate was merciful, and after suffering, she returned to his side and extended her hand to him.

I know that my pride will hit a wall, my life will burst with pain, my empty heart will cry like a reed flute, and the stone will melt into tears—I will receive absolute death at your feet.

And this day has finally arrived.

Thranduil stretched out his hand slowly, and held her hand, his five fingers intertwined tightly, not letting go.

"A deal," he said.

[Despair Value: 10/100]

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【Ah...】The snake couldn't help but marvel, 【You succeeded, my dear...you finally, thoroughly, got him】

【You got his love, everything about him】

[Many times, death can dissipate hatred, but love and longing will deepen with time] Sera's voice is very weak, [Every moment I am alive, his arrogance will make him struggle with my feelings Between love and my rejection and deceit]

【—and all of this will be reduced to ashes the moment he personally kills me】

Love and hate have always been easier than forgiveness.For a person like Thranduil, if she doesn't completely let go of the old hatred, she will never get the complete him.

The first death, in his heart, may be more about the execution of justice, and it is the choice that every elf will make in the end.

And the second time, it was a real loss.She made him experience it all for himself again.

【You tore him apart, and then put it together with your own hands—is it so sure that he will be with you again? 】

[Of course] Sera replied softly.

【Because he is Thranduil】

The one she chooses.

[But your acting skills are also good enough] The snake hissed softly with unknown meaning, [I was almost fooled by you, I almost thought you fell in love with him too]

The snake chuckled, 【Oh yes, even if you admit it...do you love the elf king, or do you completely control the feeling of others, dear, can you tell the difference? 】

【——You put so much effort into him, I'm almost jealous】

Sierra smiled. [If you don't let everyone think that you are in love with him, how can he really believe it? 】

[He is not a human being with only five or sixty years of life.He is an elf who has lived for thousands of years, a king who has experienced war and death, a survivor who has been deceived and hurt - proud enough, but also cautious enough]

【Only the most brilliant deception can hide from his eyes】

And the best deception in the world is to deceive yourself.

The snake clicked his tongue, 【You are such a smart, ruthless careerist】

It is like exchanging the most happiest harvest at the most miserable price.

[So people like me are more suitable for ruling the world than loving people, right? 】Serra smiled slightly,【Love is not as magical and omnipotent as human beings say, but it is not as weak, useless and boring as I imagined】

The snake stared into her eyes for a long time, and finally couldn't help asking the same question again.

[Do you love him, Sierra? 】

This time, however, it got no answer.

……

The next day, the ceremony came as scheduled.

Although everything was kept simple under the king's behest, the joyous singing that filled the forest still diluted the heaviness of the war.The wood elves brought out the best wine, and the mellow aroma spread to every corner. They sang cheerful and affectionate songs and watched the king and queen enter the hall and step up the stairs step by step. They celebrated from day to night, The lights were kept on all night, and they toasted to celebrate until the last person passed out drunk, until the noisy hall gradually fell silent and night fell.

But the king and his queen, who were supposed to rest in the main hall, slipped out of the palace, came to the familiar giant tree, and pushed open the door of the delicate tree house.

When she saw that everything in the house was neatly arranged and clean enough to be dust-free, the bride in a gorgeous white dress couldn't help raising her eyebrows, and looked at the blonde elf beside her with a half-smile.

The King of the Woodlands also wore an extremely luxurious and dazzling silver-white dress, a delicate forehead crown shining with mithril luster, and a head of blond hair that was as soft as water flowing down his shoulders and back. He was taller and slender than ordinary elves. He looked extremely arrogant and majestic.But when he noticed Sera's gaze, he couldn't help turning his face to the side, remained silent for a while, and opened his mouth in a low voice as if explaining—

"...This is not my order."

Originally, this tree house had been abandoned for many years, and a layer of dust had accumulated.Although he had been here often long ago, he had never mustered up the courage to open the door that had never been locked.On the eve of the ceremony, when everyone was busy preparing the layout of the palace, the great King of Mirkwood escaped the guards and slipped out alone, cleaned the place, put on the most comfortable and soft mattresses, and prepared his The most fragrant and mellow wine brewed by oneself.

So... since he arranged it himself, of course he didn't instigate anyone.This is nothing to be guilty of.

He raised his head slightly, avoiding Sera's scrutinizing eyes in the name of looking at him.He was not sure that he could last even a moment under the gaze of the other party, her influence was almost fatal to him.

But fortunately, his queen didn't seem to notice his thoughts, and quickly looked away, fixed on the bulging wine bag on the table, walked over to open it, sniffed it gently, narrowed her eyes slightly, and the corners of her mouth loomed A ray of meaningless smile.

"This taste...deja vu, my king," she said, with a smile in her eyes.

Thranduil glanced at her lightly, still calm and composed, "There are always some impatient elves who like to go to the wine cellar to steal wine...I'm used to it."

The implication is that those naughty wine thieves took the wrong wine and accidentally got into the underground wine cellar that only the key he carried could be opened, stole the precious wine that only the king could drink, and then went through many layers of wine. The forest hides the wine worth thousands of gold here.

"Sure enough, he is an elf who can't stand his temper..." Sera laughed softly, "Well, let me think about it... I have never been married. After proposing, holding a ceremony, and toasting... the next step what is it then?"

Thranduil paused, turned his face away, and remained silent for a while.

"This is my first wedding," he said, his voice calm and devoid of emotion. "Maybe you should ask someone more experienced."

——Although his child is almost an adult...he added silently in his heart.

The smile in Sera's eyes deepened, "Oh? Thranduil, are you complaining about my indifference and ruthlessness many years ago, beheading you first and playing later, but not agreeing to your request to spend the rest of my life together?"

"Of course not." He answered very quickly.

"Is that true?" Sera raised her eyebrows, "I was thinking, if you think so... Maybe I can make some compensation—"

……compensate?

It seems that so far, every so-called compensation she has proposed is very valuable?

The Elf King couldn't help but breathe lightly, and listened attentively.

Her smiling voice rang in her ears——

"This time, you're on top, how about it?"

Thranduil paused, and he immediately turned his head to the side, staring at her face closely, thankfully there was no light on here, maybe she couldn't see the strange expression on his face, but even so, he couldn't help but clenched his fingers , tried his best to make his voice less trembling, tried his best to be calm and majestic——

"How dare you—how dare you have no scruples—"

He stopped abruptly, and stared blankly at Sera slowly stretching out his hand, and opened the lace of his collar. Suddenly, a piece of smooth and fair skin came into view, and the rhythm between the lazily swinging of the slender fingers and the pulling of the ribbon Immediately endowed her with an incomparable sex-sense that was almost ascetic, he heard her lazy voice sounding in the tree house in a trance——

"This kind of thing?... Thranduil, is it true that, as they say, elves will become sexually frigid after giving birth to their offspring? - Are you one of them?"

Thranduil was taken aback, then immediately retorted seriously, "I'm not—"

Paused, as if he suddenly remembered something, he stared at her, his brows were furrowed, and his voice was low, "They—?"

"Yes," Sera continued to untie the complicated belt slowly, "a group of elves who can't stand their temper."

Thranduil turned his face slightly unnaturally, remained silent for a while, and couldn't help but turn his face sideways again. When he saw the skin with a faintly dangerous curve, he immediately turned around, with a faint ups and downs in his voice ——

"If you're not ready..." He took a deep breath to calm himself down, "We don't have to be today—together."

The secret sound behind him suddenly stopped, it seemed that Sera was really thinking about this question.

Thranduil couldn't help but stopped breathing, and lowered his eyes.

Did she... She really took this ridiculous suggestion?But she wasn't always—

"You rejected me again, Thranduil." Sera's soft voice came, with a sigh.

The Elf King was taken aback, he took a breath, he couldn't care about any more emotions immediately, he turned around immediately, walked up to her, then lowered his head so that she could see the reflection in his eyes.

"I have never really rejected you, Sera." He said, his voice was flat and low, like an undercurrent surging in the deep sea, "It didn't happen that time...and it won't happen today."

Sela raised her eyes, stared at him, and then smiled slightly, "Then...prove it to me, Thranduil."

"Proof...you've been longing for me. Only me."

She raised her hand, and there was an extremely fragile lace wrapped around her slender fingers, as long as she pulled it lightly, there would be no hindrance.

Thranduil stared at her for a long time, convinced that she didn't see any resistance or discomfort from her smiling eyes, he let out a sigh of relief, but instead of taking her hand immediately, he stretched out his hand, With an extremely slow but full of ritual movement, he unbuttoned the first button of his dress.

Sierra was slightly taken aback.

Without blinking, she watched the elf unbutton the tightly buttoned dresses one by one at an unbearable, serious and serious, but sexy and unconscious speed, and then he lowered his head, eyes There are countless bright stars in full bloom, which are clear and dazzling enough even in the dark night——

"I long for you, Serra," he said, haughty sincerity.His light and scorching breath blended with hers, slowly lowered his head, and gently branded a kiss on her forehead, just like what she did back then.His elegant and magnetic voice melted between his lips and teeth, "—I long for you...only you."

Ten years, a hundred years, a thousand years.only you.

"I never thought I would have this day." His kiss moved down slowly, with a kind of gentleness that was almost cautious, and fell on the tip of her nose, once and again, "You stand in front of me, and you are right in front of me. Smile, reach out to me... like a dream you never want to wake up from."

Sela raised her eyes and watched him quietly.

And his forehead was against hers, his nose was facing each other, and his eyes met. His eyes were so focused and clean, just like back then.

"If all your tenderness to me is a deception with ulterior motives..." His voice was low and deep, as if blending into the night, "then, never let me know the truth."

"Please don't give up halfway...I'd rather you deceive me to the end."

Even if she doesn't love him, her hypocrisy can accompany him through the rest of his long life.

Thranduil lowered his head and kissed her lips, as light as a butterfly falling on a blooming petal, but left an indelible mark, "Tell me... Sera, who am I?"

She couldn't help smiling slightly, took his neck and deepened the kiss.Her voice is very soft, but it is clear in the dark night.

"Thranduil, my king—"

She opened her eyes, stared into his bright eyes, paused every word, as hard to transfer as engraved on the soul——

"Only your love can paint the ground as a prison and imprison me forever."

Thranduil stared at her for a long time, and finally smiled.The light in his eyes was precious and pure, dazzling enough to illuminate the dark night around him.

"Remember what you said," his warm breath quietly permeated her ears, the arrogance and possessiveness in her bones finally broke through the shackles and revealed herself to others.He slowly stretched out his hand, as if it was a reminder, more like a warning——

"...This time, never forget it."

despair.

The tie was untied, and the white robe fell to the ground.

This time, Sera kept her word.

This night, he has been above her, making her willing and no longer resisting.

……

[Despair Value: 0/100]

……

Just when all the audience were complaining about being shut down again at the critical moment, the screen suddenly went black, and the familiar subtitles scrolled on the screen again——

In 2518, the third era of Middle-earth, a terrible evil spirit was born in Mirkwood and occupied the vast northern forest.

The Battle of the Five Armies broke out in 2941 of the Third Age, and Thranduil, King of the Woodlands, participated in the battle.At the same time, the evil spirits in the forest quietly emerged.However, because Sauron's high-profile has become his perfect shield, almost no one in Middle-earth is aware of its existence.

In 2979 of the third era, Sauron repeatedly failed in the battle to attack the Mirkwood, and was forced to abandon Dol Guldur Fortress and fled back to Mordor.

In 3018 of the third era, the Holy War of the Lord of the Rings officially broke out. Legolas Greenleaf, the son of the jungle, joined the Lord of the Rings expedition and escorted the Hobbits all the way to Mount Doom.

In 3019 of the third era, the Lord of the Rings was destroyed, Sauron's body died, and he became a vengeful ghost wandering in the wilderness.Soon after, his ghost disappeared into the depths of the forest, unknown to anyone.

In the year 120 of the Fourth Era, Legolas bid farewell to his father Thranduil, and Gimli, the shipbuilder and the dwarf, left Gray Harbor for Valinor, and then traveled westward.

So far, most of the elves have successfully left Middle-earth, only one elf king gave up the journey to the west, and never stepped out of the forest in his whole life.He stayed in Middle Earth, alone to prevent the darkness and pollution of evil spirits from spreading outward, and watched quietly in his long life until the last moment.

This is his jihad.

The End.

The author has something to say: Chapter 44 has the king's [-]-word story, explaining some text, details and follow-up.Those who are interested can watch it.

The jihad chapter is officially over, but there is actually a hidden ending that I don’t know if you can guess it.As for whether the Great Demon King loves the Great King or not, you wise men see their wisdom.After all, compared with those savage men outside, the king is the main palace with children~