[Comprehensive] The Great Devil

West Chester, Xavier Castle.

The weather is sunny and the green areas are shady.Charles was in a wheelchair with a thin blanket over his legs.Sierra pushed the wheelchair and walked slowly on the flat ground outside the lawn. The breeze gently raised her long hair, and the years were peaceful and picturesque.

It's day four after Sandy Crisis.After the nuclear crisis, Eric left him and took away Ruiwen and Xiao's men.This pair of friends who have fundamental differences in values ​​eventually parted ways and embarked on completely different paths.

The shot hit Charles in the spine, knocking him out of his legs instantly.While Sierra could repair his damaged parts, she clearly doesn't intend to, and Charles rejects Hank's offer.

"It's proof," he explained to the bewildered young scientist, "that it might be better to keep it."

On a sunny afternoon, Sera came to the castle, took over Hank's work, and pushed Charles' wheelchair for a walk around the castle.

At first no one spoke.It was not until they passed the high platform and saw the giant radar not far away that Charles broke the silence.

"You like Eric, don't you?" he asked.

With his back turned to Sera, she couldn't see his expression - and of course, she wasn't interested in doing so.Hearing this sudden sentence, she raised her eyebrows with a half-smile, and answered his question slowly, "What gave you such an illusion?"

Charles smiled, "Because you've never been restrained and hidden from him—including your imperfections."

"That's because I don't have to care about his feelings." Serra was honest.

Charles was silent for a while.

"Do you care how I feel?" he asked.

Sierra smiled faintly, "Never."

Charles' eyes were dim, he clenched his fingers under the thin blanket, pursed the corners of his lips bitterly, and said nothing.

"Are you in pain, Charles?" Sera asked him softly, walking slowly, "At the time... I was in pain a hundred times more than you."

Charles sighed, "Sierra, suffering is not the reason for our fall."

"Degenerate?" She chewed on the word with interest. "Compared with it, I think I prefer to call it: Great Enlightenment."

"Don't talk to me about your saints, Charles. Only when you witness this group of people signing the decree that slaughtered mutants, you will understand how naive and ridiculous your so-called protection and tolerance are now .”

She bent down slightly, and leaned close to his ear, the corners of her lips curled up maliciously, "...and I will wait for that day."

"I know you can't forgive me in your heart," Charles lowered his eyes, "but Sierra, please give me some time to prove that there are not only human beings in this world, but many people still deserve to be saved."

"You know it very well, Charles," Sera said lightly, "the war never stops. One day, they will turn you and your so-called home into ruins."

"So I set up the X-Men here." Charles stopped his wheelchair and looked up at the majestic castle, "to train them to protect innocent mutants and humans."

Sierra let go, walked in front of him, bent down to look into his sea-blue eyes, and smiled slightly, "And then, you won't need me anymore, Charles."

"No, Sierra." Charles stared into her bottomless dark eyes, "I need you...please stay by my side."

Sera bent her eyes slightly, "Perhaps you are the one who can see through me the most from all the people I have ever met, from the first side... But we know each other very well, Charles—"

"Me, you, Eric. We are three different kinds of people destined to go on different paths."

"You have your responsibilities, he has his mission. And I..." She smiled slightly, "I have more important things to do."

"More important things?" Charles paused, and asked in a low voice, "...revenge on everyone?"

Sera narrowed her eyes slightly, and she raised the corners of her lips with a half-smile, her gaze was somewhat meaningful.

"You know, Charles, if I'm really Serra Milt, maybe the ending between us will be better."

The professor stared into her eyes. There was no reason for this sentence, but he seemed to understand it strangely. After a long silence, he suddenly asked a question.

"It's about that person... that weakness, isn't it?"

She has a meal.Then he straightened up slowly, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

"I've said it before - after trying something more exciting, something that's not pure, has a limited shelf life ... it becomes bland, bland and uninteresting in my eyes."

"I'm grateful you gave your life twice, really." Her smile never faded. "I also believe that you did love me, and still do. I was interested in you, Charles, Until now, those things that make me reluctant to leave have not left you—but unfortunately, you want to exchange your love for peace from me?"

"—sorry. From the beginning, I never counted on peace."

She stared at the slightly dilated pupils of the other party, every word, very light, but extremely cold, with a cruel pleasure.

"All I wanted...was war."

Sierra Milt, she doesn't care about the so-called race.When she was alive, she swore that everyone who deceived, insulted, or hurt her would die in the most painful way.Even if she is gone many years later, this world that once betrayed her will never be peaceful again.

It is true that she can destroy countless lives more directly and brutally with her ability, but this is not challenging. For her, if she can shake the hearts of the most critical people and let them Irreparable doubts about the beliefs they have always adhered to, and the people they once determined to protect overturned them because of fear and desire... Isn't this more difficult and more interesting?

Isn't the so-called evil the good that is tortured by one's own desires?In fact, when the good is hungry, it even forages in dark caves; when it is thirsty, it drinks the water of death.

Who can really tell the difference between them?

"You're going to see a war in no time, Charles—no matter how much you try to avoid it, stop it...eventually, it's going to happen."

Sera thoughtfully pulled the slippery thin blanket for him, then took a step back, saw Hank walking towards here not far away, lowered his head, and smiled at the silent Charles.

"'I was what you are now.'"

"'And what I am now, will be what you will be.'"

……

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Soviet secret base, living room.

General Vasily Ivanovich pushed open the door with a scientific researcher and two guards, and at a glance he saw people standing by the window watching the garden outside.

His long brown curly hair stood tall, revealing half of his fair and calm face.In the harsh winter of January, she only wore a black turtleneck sweater and a thin, delicate and slim long coat, which looked simple and capable.When she heard the sound of pushing the door, she turned her head, smiled at the high-ranking Soviet general, and extended her hand to him with a gentle and polite attitude.

"I have known you for a long time, General. I am Serra Milt, from Worthing Laboratory. I think you have heard of its name."

"Of course," the general looked at her, "Watsonton Pharmaceuticals...Of course I know about it. I heard that you came this time because you discovered a special medicine that can eliminate mutants?"

Sierra smiled slightly, "I'm overestimating the general, the research and development of specific medicines is not so fast, but you will definitely be interested in what I have in my hands—"

The general smiled with great interest, "So what do you have that would interest me?"

"One serum is enough to develop a serum that completely eliminates mutant genes," Sera said in astonishment.

The general paused, and then slowly sat down on the sofa, his eyes full of inquiry, "Oh? Tell me, Miss Milt, as a mutant, why do you want to eliminate your own kind? - Isn't that It's in line with common sense."

"Even humans can murder each other. If you think about it, maybe you will understand my intentions," Sera smiled. "What's more...most mutants are not very friendly to me."

"That's a good reason," the general raised his eyebrows, "other than that?"

"There are too many mutants in this world, far more than the general imagined," Sera rolled his eyes, "and 'many'...means noise, confusion and devaluation. Don't you think so? ?”

The general couldn't help laughing, "Miss Milt, you are really humorous. According to this, there are many human beings in this world, and they will also cause noise, confusion and devaluation—"

Sera curled up her lips and smiled.

"Yes," she said, smiling calmly and meaningfully.

"indeed so."

……

……

When Eric Lanshere found Serra again, it was in a cafe in Manchester, England.

Recently, news of the Cuban Missile Crisis has been widely publicized on TV and newspapers, and the atmosphere in the world has involuntarily become tense.When he walked into the store, he could still hear people nearby talking about it. He looked around and easily found her at a round table in the corner.As always, he sat down uninvited, served a cup of black coffee, and then said to the woman who was reading a love story with great interest—

"When did you return to England?"

Sera was not at all surprised by the arrival of this uninvited guest, her gaze was still on the book, and her tone was light and friendly, "Three days ago. To solve some small problems."

For example, find some old friends who once locked her in the laboratory to catch up.

Eric leaned back in his chair and sneered, "I knew that Charles couldn't keep you, and I opposed your affairs. It's a pity that like you said...we couldn't convince him, even if my love for him Doubtful too."

"Love?" Sera couldn't help laughing, "Well, indeed, I've seen more charming ones, so..."

She shrugged, "Unfortunately, we are not each other's THEONE."

Eric glanced at the book in her hand, raised his eyebrows, and said with a half-smile, "I heard that an experimental base here was blown into ruins the day before yesterday, and everyone inside couldn't escape..."

He leaned forward, put his hands on the table and clasped his fingers together, and said in a meaningful tone, "Sounds like deja vu."

"I'm sorry for those poor people," Serra chuckled. "If they're half as lucky as us, maybe they'll make it out. . . . Right, my friend?"

Eric sneered, "Let's not go around in circles—I know your kind, Miss Milt."

Sela finally raised her head from the book, her smile remained unchanged, and the curvature of her mouth seemed to have been carefully measured, "Oh?"

"You went through a war, and then you got bored and wanted to be quiet for a while." Eric said slowly, his voice was still low and hoarse, with some kind of convincing power, "But you can't pass How long before the peace bores you again...and you start war again."

"Selah Milt—that's who you are, and I know you."

"You are never satisfied."

"And Charles? . . . No, he couldn't keep you, not from the beginning."

The handsome mutant showed her a mature and sexy smile, "You stand on the opposite side of the whole world, why? A little fun? Or revenge?"

"But you can't fight the world alone, Sera." He reached out to her, "—join me. Your strength, plus mine, and our brothers and sisters..."

"We can change the world. End injustice to mutants—"

"Let's join hands, everything is no longer out of reach."

Sierra couldn't help laughing out loud at the touching rhetoric.

"You're an excellent speaker, Eric."

She first expressed her admiration for him without hesitation, and then changed the subject abruptly——

"You have a strong sense of mission, a sense of honor, you like to make some big news, and you are an out-and-out scene person..."

She closed the book and said slowly, "You may be a fighter, Eric—but I'm not."

He paused, then slowly withdrew his hand, silent for a few seconds.

"You know they won't let you go," his light blue eyes were sharp and cold, "as long as they find you... they will do whatever it takes to get rid of you—the greatest threat."

"And you are one of 'them'," Sera said lazily with her hands on her cheeks, "I ruined your perfect revenge plan against Xiao, I am stronger than you, and I am someone you cannot control , I broke Charles Xavier's heart, I have no sense of morality and awareness of being a mutant-"

"Look, there are so many reasons why you want to kill me, I can't even convince myself that you really want to work with me."

"If you could, I don't think you'd hesitate to get rid of me," Sera smiled. "You just aren't sure enough to succeed, are you, my friend?"

Eric raised his eyebrows and looked at her for a long time without admitting or defending himself.He understood what she meant from these few words, and couldn't help frowning inexplicably, almost curious.

"What exactly do you want?" He narrowed his eyes. "I don't see a desire for anything in you."

As long as people are human, as long as they have flesh and blood, they will have desire, and desire will generate greed, love and hatred.But he never saw these traces of existence in her eyes, there was only a black hole of nothingness.

Sera refilled his cup of coffee with a smile, sniffed the rich and mellow aroma in the air, raised the cup to him, and touched it invisible.

"I got what I wanted."

"In the end, you'll understand."

Then she stood up, put down a stack of pounds, put the book in her arms, and nodded to him in a friendly way, "This is yours. Goodbye, Eric."

He didn't keep her.Watching the thin figure outside the glass window walk through an empty pigeon square, countless white pigeons flew up together, and her flying clothes gradually disappeared into the romantic and dreamy colors created by the white pigeons and the fountain. not see.

Eric picked up the coffee in silence, but didn't drink it. He stared at the faint reflection in the dark brown liquid for a while, and suddenly understood what she said.

—Sierra and Charles, not lovers, not friends, not enemies.

And she and Eric are of the same kind, mirror images, and rivals.

They are like paradoxes, opposing each other and correcting each other.

In this world, "Eric" and "Sierra" will never be missing, and "Charles" will always exist.You can never convince the other party, and you can never completely defeat anyone.

It's like war -- wars are always changing, and wars never change.

The reason why she is so sure that she will not fail is because of her ability——energy, which is everywhere in the universe.At first all she could do was slowly absorb a little bit of energy, transfer it, and then she began to gradually control it - and in the future, she would change it, even...be it.

And energy is eternal, immortal.She can live as long as the universe if she wants, forever immortal.

But she won't do that - because what she's most interested in has already been obtained.She implanted the soil and seeds of doubt in a person's heart, waiting for a certain day to break through, take root and sprout, and then grow wildly, unstoppable.

Selah Milt, one of the most successful things she did was not to make Charles Xavier fall in love with her—it was to shake the strongest, brightest, and most determined minds in the world.

She has corroded the foundations of a mansion.

And when the strongest, smartest, and most determined mind has doubts and shakes, it will be a drastic change.She just needs to wait for a slight push of a finger in the future...

The building tilted and the ground shook.

Once human beings create an "antidote" that can completely eliminate mutant genes, then those mutants standing at the top of the pyramid will rise up and resist after being unbearable in order to survive-and by then, war will be inevitable after all. Both sides will suffer, and the world will be destroyed.

That's what Serra Milt likes: blood, screaming, fear, despair, death.Then there was darkness and silence.

Eric withdrew his gaze, raised his head as if feeling something, and looked at the sky outside the window——

In the distance, thick clouds gradually drifted in, covering all the sunlight.

The author has something to say: PS: Worthing Laboratory: Worthing Laboratory, a subsidiary of Worthington Pharmaceuticals, is the largest biological research institute in the east of the company. The laboratory where the child was.

Regarding the issue of play...Because Zhuyu is in the front, I feel that driving forcibly is a bit ruined. After all, she prefers to take the route of cruelty, so um... (Okay, I admit that I just can't let go of the king-. As a fan, I want to open a book dedicated to Dawang’s fans)

Paradox is over.The ending refers to the opening of "Days of Future Past".The professor was abused so badly that he didn't have a side story. -

The next article Asgard stabbed the second princess.This time, the heroine is a hmm... mouth cannon.literal meaning.