[Comprehensive British and American] Fu Paradise

"I need your help." Gabriel suddenly turned around and said to Roy.

Roy's eyes showed doubts, and he pushed his glasses: "Is there anything I can do for you?"

"No matter what method you use, I'm going to hell."

Her eyes didn't blink, and the green light from the roof poured down like mint wine and reflected in her eyes. Her pupils sometimes dilated and sometimes contracted, showing a cold light.

Roy opened his mouth in surprise, slowly placed the beer can on the bar in his hand, turned around from behind the bar, and walked up to Gabriel: "My honorable envoy, did I hear correctly?"

"You heard me right. Psychic messenger, I know you must have a way." She tore off her tie and the cross around her neck and handed it to Roy. Already prepared."

"But..." Roy was about to say something, but Gabriel had fluttered his wings and flew away.

"But it is a violation of the law of heaven for an angel to cross hell..." Roy continued, shook his head and sighed, looked down at the tie and cross in his hand, and weighed them lightly, "Is there a way... But what's the big deal?"

He went to the outside room, locked the door firmly, and after confirming it several times, he turned around and looked at the rows of painted white shelves.

"It's been a long time since an angel went to hell." Roy sighed, looking at the miscellaneous "waste" on the shelf-the handkerchief stained by Countess Bathory's tears, the Second Temple The rubble left by the fire, the rusty cone that was said to have assassinated Cain, the witch's shroud, half a white candle, the bullet with the inverted cross pattern taken from the head of the hunter in the heaven...

Flipping through the pages, his hand froze suddenly, and then reached for a small used matchbox.

"You are the one."

He pushed it open gently, and the matches inside were neatly arranged, and there was nothing special about them except that the polished wooden sticks showed that they were well made.

These matches... have never been touched. It seems that today is the time to verify whether they are genuine.He closed the matchbox again and sighed softly.

He took a few dusty small glass bottles, rinsed them under the faucet, and arranged them one by one on the long table in the dark room. Then he took another basin of water and put Gabriel's cross in it.The water in the basin immediately rolled out a large number of bubbles as if boiling, and after about a minute, the bubbles gradually subsided.

He took out the cross, took a glass bottle and put it in the water, and after filling it, he went on to fill all the glass bottles.

Then, he picked up the tie, looked at it for a while, shook his head with some pity and sighed: "What a beautiful texture and color."

"Don't feel distressed, I still have more." Gabriel suddenly flashed onto a chair beside the table.

"Oh, of course you did." Roy scratched his head, thought for a while and asked again, "Are you really going to do this? Gabriel, it's too late to regret it now."

Gabriel didn't directly answer whether he wanted it or not, he just raised his eyebrows and stretched out his palm to him: "Goon, please."

"..." Seeing that she was so persistent, Roy had no choice but to nod.After all, he is just a psychic messenger, so how can he meddle in Seraphim's business?What's more, judging from her various reactions, this matter does not seem to be "idle".

So he took out a match, wiped it lightly on the box, and quickly threw it into the basin without water.

Although this match looks like a very ordinary and small one, the flame that ignites instantly is as fierce as a surge, and the color is different from the flame produced by the friction between ordinary wood and phosphorus. It is extraordinarily red and bright, close to the color of blood. Yeyan; it was extraordinarily fierce, and the tie was turned into a pile of ashes the moment Roy threw it in.

Gabriel took out a match and looked at it: "Gopher wood, and... the flame of Kan-Gore?"

"You know what to do." Roy threw the cross into the brazier, and the fireworks immediately split into two, shook a few times, and gradually weakened.He collected the ashes and poured them into glass bottles to mix with water.

"Well, it's still a limited edition." Gabriel nodded and put the match back.

Roy went to look for something on the shelf again: "If you see Kan-Gore in hell later, please help me get some more."

"If I have time to visit the library." Gabriel replied casually.

Roy couldn't help laughing, and when he came in again, he was holding a roll of gold silk rope as thick as a baby's arm, and while unrolling the rope, he said with a smile, "The Gabriel I knew is finally back. To be honest, your seriousness just now scared me."

Gabriel smiled along with him, but still couldn't hide the worry in his eyes.She subconsciously touched the thin rope wrapped around her wrist - the one Lucifer gave her.She went back to get it on purpose just now, in order to find his location as soon as possible after going to hell.

"Are you ready, Gabriel?" Roy asked, walking up to her.

"of course."

"Okay, then come with me." Roy pointed in the direction of the kitchen.

Gabriel followed.

Behind the kitchen is another hidden door. After opening it, the inside is dark and spacious. The floor is not tiled, but only rough smeared cement.The surrounding walls are also of the same dark color, with carved candlesticks hanging, the candles are long and short, and some of them fall off from the top and roll on the bottom of the wall.

Roy started lighting the candlesticks one by one from the door.

The eyes suddenly brightened.In front of the dark room stands a huge cross, which seems to have been burned, and is covered with patches of gray and black.There are some Rococo murals on the top of the dark room, probably due to the flames, some colors have fallen off, and some places have been blackened, but it is completely possible to distinguish which one is the construction of the Tower of Babel and which one is the Ten Commandments of Moses. Mountains, and the conflict between Cain and Abel, the flood, Joseph interpreting Pharaoh's dreams, the martyrdom of Jesus...

Gabriel's eyes moved from the cross behind Jesus to the cross in front of him.

Roy came over and pointed to the cross: "Please go there."

Gabriel looked at Roy and walked up to the cross silently. She looked at the golden rope in Roy's hand: "So...?"

"That's right, of course to tie you up, in case you break free from the cross later." Roy put the rope around her neck, bent towards her back, raised her arms up to the horizontal bar of the cross same height.

"Oh, it looks so scary." She said it lightly, as if joking, but she couldn't help but take a few breaths - if she said she wasn't afraid, it would be a lie.She should really be afraid, because she knows that what awaits her next is the burning of the flames.If she is lucky enough to go down to hell, whether she can pass through the endless lake of fire alive is a question.

"What a sin, I did such a disrespectful thing to a noble angel in my lifetime!" Roy sighed as he forcefully pulled the rope into Gabriel's flesh.

"Don't worry, I won't hold grudges." Gabriel comforted him pretending to be relaxed.

The rope was tied so tightly that she could hardly breathe, but it wasn't enough.

Roy put the back of her hand against the horizontal bar, stretched her fingers, revealing her plain white palm.Then he made a movement of pulling something from his waist, and whispered softly: "I hope you are really ready, Gabriel."

"Well, so what if I'm not ready." She couldn't wait for the devil to come to her in the world, she had to stop it first.This is the helplessness of having no choice.

"Al-right!"

While Roy spoke two syllables shortly, he swung the hammer in his hand and smashed it at Gabriel's palm.He hit it extremely accurately and ruthlessly, the sharp nail pierced through Gabriel's palm and the cross in an instant, and light blue blood gushed out and dripped to the ground continuously, making a "slap, slap, slap, slap" sound. click" sound.

Gabriel's body started to twitch unconsciously, but she gritted her teeth hard, not letting herself make a sound.

"I'm really sorry! I have to seal your spiritual power in this way..." Roy couldn't bear it, but there was no way, more painful things were yet to come. If her spiritual power was not sealed, her powerful instinct Once it breaks out, the entire bookstore and the surrounding shops may not be able to keep it.At this moment, Roy suddenly realized that the location of the bookstore was unreasonable, but he really didn't realize that one day he would "entertain" such a distinguished guest here.

"Please...be patient!" Gabriel's face turned completely white when the second holy nail penetrated the other palm with the same force and speed.

"Holy water..." Roy went to get the pile of glass bottles again, and brought Gabriel with him. At the same time, he added a handful of holy guns and a lot of bullets, not sure if they were enough.

He opened the matchbox, took out a match, and at the same time lit it, he gave Gabriel a final warning: "The seal of spiritual power is only temporary. After it goes down, everything will return to its original state; the cross cannot be taken down, and there is no amulet." You may be very dangerous, I brought you a lot of holy water, in a critical moment, you can return here as long as you smash it, they can also speed up the healing of wounds, in addition, after I mixed them with the ashes of your tie , increasing its lethality, it can be used as a concealed weapon or self-defense, whatever you want.”

"Uh..." Gabriel nodded feebly, raised his eyes and gave him a difficult smile, "Thank you, Roy..."

"No, there's no need." Roy looked at her heartbroken, threw the match to her feet, and then quickly turned his back, unable to bear to look any more.

There was a loud "boom", and the entire wall in front of Roy was illuminated by the flames into a sunset-like brilliant color, undulating like waves, and like fog.

People behind her let out heart-piercing screams and the clanging of the cross. It can be imagined that she must be struggling desperately in the flames.He covered his ears, he couldn't bear to listen, but he didn't dare to walk away, for fear of any accident.He couldn't imagine how horribly a water-attribute spirit body would be destroyed in the flames, but he wasn't curious at all, and didn't want to take a look at it.The only thing he can do is to pray silently, chanting the scriptures over and over again, hoping that everything will go well for her, and that the world will be peaceful in the end.

The author has something to say: I was so heartbroken writing this chapter, I stopped twice in the middle, and couldn't bear to write it down.It may be that I am too deep into the drama myself, haha.

Thank you to every little angel who read the article~