[Comprehensive] malicious

Charles wanted to ask him something, but he didn't know where to start. Apart from their blood relationship, they owed everything else.This person doesn't seem to care about blood relationship either.

He learned of his existence through Mr. Tanaka. Mr. Tanaka, who grew up with his grandfather, knew all the secrets of the Phantomhive family. At that time, he had just returned home with Sebastian.

Half a year ago, the reborn boy and the mysterious deacon outside the ruins of Phantomhive's mansion miraculously restored the mansion within a few days, even the positions of the flowers and plants remained unchanged, as if that nightmare had never happened Same.But everything has already happened. Even though he is immersed in the happy past and is unable to extricate himself, and falls into the illusion of reality and falsehood every day, Charles still forces himself to wake up.Everything is over.He has more important things to do.

revenge.

Perhaps because he couldn't stand the young master's silence every day, Mr. Tanaka took the initiative to tell him about the existence of Karl Nesses.

It turned out that his father was not the grandfather's biological son, and his mother was not Dares' daughter. His father was actually the adopted son of an old manservant in the family.After learning about Phantomhive's secrets, Sebastian thought that his young master would be depressed for a while.

"Father's origin is not important. I am now the Earl of Phantomhive. There is no doubt about it!" The deacon made a heartfelt joy with his loud speech. This is the soul he is chasing, and it is Charles Fan Dom Highway.

He was then assigned to investigate Karl Nesses.After investigating, I found many interesting things.Whether it is Karl Nesses or his life, for a devil like him, it is simply a delicacy that he can't wait to swallow immediately.

Good things are always savored last.The longer the chase, the tastier it is when it's eaten.If the young master's father is still alive, it must be a rare delicacy, right?Why does this bloodline have such a magical power to attract demons?

He has a long time to wait, but what can tempt a human named Carl?The deacon fell into distress for a while. He seemed to be wrapped in an ominous black air, like a layer of indestructible armor, and there were no dead ends in the joints.Using the soul to trade with him like seducing Charles, there is no breakthrough at all.

As long as it is a human being, there will be desires in the heart, whether it is good intentions or malicious ones, but this person seems to have nothing in his heart?It's like nothingness.Is it true?Or was it hidden so deep that even he couldn't discover it?

He spent a long time looking for Karl's weaknesses, money, power, beauties...everything that human beings are interested in, he seems to like it or not. It's just easy to get bored.Clearly, he has no regrets after nine deaths, but in a blink of an eye, he can be discarded like a shoe.

How... capricious!

Naive and cruel.

The demon felt that he might... ridiculously be captured by humans.

___ What price do you want, my soul?

___ No, your soul is already in my pocket, I only need to call it, and it will come.

___ So what do you want?

___ The rest of your life, all your time, all your memories.

___ You won't appreciate it even if you get it.

___ You don't need to take care of this.

have a look!A human being who is more greedy than a devil!

How can there be such greedy humans in the world?The deacon can't remember how many times he sighed like this, he is more affectionate than anyone else, more ruthless than anyone else... ah...

Does the devil have a heart?

This is an ambiguous proposition.

Legend has it that for a demon who falls in love with humans, his chest will throb for the first time, and then he will be burned.By the flames of hell.But there are still demons who are happy.

Because of love, because of hurt, because of heartache... This is the first time that the devil has experienced this kind of emotion. This novelty toy makes people reluctant to let go.

Demons are watching.

Occasionally, when the young master didn't need him, he would stand outside that person's window, on a certain building. His eyesight was very good, and he could see things that humans couldn't see at a long enough distance.

Calm and calm, like a corpse about to die, with pale blue and jade-like bones, he seemed to raise his head inadvertently, and his blurred eyes swept over him.He should not be able to see him...should...

But the deacon felt absurdly that he was looking at him.

We walked through the empty fields in the silence of the night

There is the sound of rice cracking in the wind.That sweet breath.

Soil indulges all depraved growth.

Including your love.

I just want to follow you in the dark like this.

Clouds drift in the night.Like a melody without direction.

I looked up at it again and again.Listen to the way you look at me.

In the cool breeze of summer night, there are endless memories.

Even when I stop.Also nowhere to go.

Your cold fingers touch my hair.

that moment.We are as lonely.

I close my eyes.Do not want to see the dark.

You tell me softly.My indulgence and naivety.

you say you want to love me

You say you don't know how long you can love me

I just love these plants in the dark

They grow wantonly.Blurred flowers bloom.

Bear fruit of emptiness.

Deacon likes to lean against the wall and listen quietly when that person is playing the violin in the floor-to-ceiling windows. He knows that he often suffers from insomnia, and will fall asleep after a long period of insomnia. After a full day and night of deep sleep, he will wake up at midnight Come, make a cup of sweet-scented osmanthus tea picked by yourself.

He is not married and has no partner.

Human beings will always marry when they are old, no matter what kind of people they are.Women are more urgent than men, and men always want to find a place of comfort after playing in the world.But after getting married, it is easy to cheat, human beings are like this, the contradictions are complicated, ridiculous and pitiful.Sometimes, the deacon can understand everything about human beings, and derailment is the fear of being drowned by life.But he doesn't seem to have such an idea.Feeling that he had discovered something new about him, the deacon smiled to himself.

His bed is gray, the curtains are black, the table and chairs are bright yellow, a strange combination of colors.He has rings of various colors, each color, each gemstone, seems to be his hobby, after looking at it for a long time, the deacon thinks this person looks like a butterfly.

He is always flying.People stay where they are, their souls don’t know where they go, their eyes are empty, their body is a shell, and the occasional smile is just an expression.It seems that he keeps a distance from the world that only he knows.He is by my side, but far away.

Far away, the other side.

The deacon felt that he was sinking to death.

He's obsessed with something dangerous.

It is different from the darkness that Shire just broke out of its shell, but a dark lair.

The Deacon licked his parched lips, his stomach burning and empty like his soul.Shadows are everywhere, losing the ability to speak in the night.

Another year passed, and the man took a liking to opera, and often went out with a female scriptwriter at the theatre.He doesn't like going out much.Is this woman special to him?She was wearing a red suit and a white woolen coat, and she would sit on a bench by the square and play the cello, while he listened quietly.Eyes focused.

This woman has a lonely soul.

No wonder he was drawn.Maybe she has gone through thousands of mountains and rivers for love.Long hair like seaweed, light blue eyes, and she wears various types of hats.She often sits under the maple tree in the park and reads poetry collections or fairy tales. After reading, she puts the book on the chair and waits for the next unknown person to take it away.

Deacon thinks they will get married.

Ciel said a gift might be needed.

He had chosen the gift, but the woman took a boat across the ocean and went to the New World.

The deacon thought he had peeled off the fog, but he didn't expect that there would still be fog after fog.

Another year, the young master is 12 years old.

The deacon persistently wrote the growth diary of Charles Phantomhive.

1900. 12, 30

Today the young master cryptically asked when that person got married. =*=

That person got tired of the opera and the female scriptwriter in less than a month, gave her a sum of money and sent her to the New World.It is said that she asked for it herself.

He became obsessed with Impressionism, those bright, strong, uncontrollable excitement.Deacon seemed to find his lost enthusiasm in those paintings.

Those crimson, bright yellow, anchor blue, brilliant purple, pale green, solidified oil paints that cannot be diluted and spread evenly on the canvas, as if his soul sprayed dark red blood on the blank space containing infinite yearning.In the empty painting room, the deacon looked at the paintings one by one.

The viscous blood is distorted because of passion, and in the silence of loss of confidance, like chaotic fingers, unable to grasp the emptiness.A wheat field under a dangerous sky.A turbulent emotion is entangled in the oppressive and bright colors, and a disturbing atmosphere blows towards the face.It is the fresh and cold wind before the storm.It is the loneliness that the soul cannot break through.

He fell in the middle of countless sweet and fragrant paintings, and lost all his blood.A miserable and gorgeous death.The deacon took off his gloves and stroked his forehead, bridge of nose, lips, and chin...

He kept thinking about what he wanted.But no clue.Even the fewest people have desires.

How is it possible that someone doesn't have something they want?

There really are such people.

Picking up the violin on the wall, the deacon played his favorite tune.

Black fire buried Karl Nesses.

On the eve of the dawn of the new century.

What can I do to keep you?

I give you thin streets, desperate sunsets, and wild moons.

I offer you the sorrow of a man who looks long and long at the lonely moon.

I give you my dead ancestors, the souls of the ancestors who have been sacrificed in marble,

I offer you all the insight my books can hold, and all the manliness and humor my life can hold.

I offer you the loyalty of a man who has never had faith.

I give you the core of myself that I have tried to preserve—the core that does not make sentences with words, that does not trade with dreams, that is untouched by time, joy, and adversity.

I offer you the memory of a yellow rose I saw one evening many years before you were born.

I give you interpretations of your life, theories about yourself, your true and amazing existence.

I give you my loneliness, my darkness, the hunger of my heart; I try to impress you with confusion, danger, failure.

The deacon put on the glove, and as he imagined, after that person died, the soul could neither go to heaven nor hell, but returned to true nothingness.

"Maybe it's the one that suits him best."

_____

Wendy felt that sometimes she was too cold, and sometimes she felt that there was a clear difference between herself and humans.In the crowd, she is a different kind, a kind of strange kind that looks like a human being.For example, she will never understand why human beings cry bitterly over the dead bodies of their loved ones.When she saw Grandpa's body, what she thought was that it was just a piece of meat named Grandpa.

Why cry over chunks of meat?Human beings are so fragile and sensitive.Of course she won't say it.

Knowing that life is limited, but wasting time on things that have nothing to do with them, the mourners instinctively kept a distance from her, although their brains didn't realize it.She is an outlier among the crowd.

Some people often looked at her with pity, and she knew what they were thinking.Lonely.

You see, that girl is alone again.Eating alone, walking alone, shopping alone, sitting alone, thinking alone.

There can be no inner peace without a certain amount of solitude.An indifferent and slender criminal calmly operates several precision instruments when committing a crime. She analyzes various possibilities, prepares for the worst, and assesses risks...

So when she felt something pierced into the pregnant woman's belly, she tried her best to stick to the back wall, the sharp point of the knife was only one centimeter away from her.When the pregnant woman fell down, Wendy felt her life and the pregnant woman's blood flow together.She didn't want to die like this.So she tore open the small wound.

At that time, the people who collected the body of the pregnant woman did not realize that the abdomen of the pregnant woman was originally just a five-centimeter long knife wound.

Just like when a seed germinates, it pushes away heavier soil, and when a young chick breaks its shell, it pecks through the hard eggshell.She tore open the mother's flesh and blood.

She has seen the inverted world unique to babies countless times,

The woman who gave birth to this young body fell into a pool of blood, and her blood smelled of alcohol.This woman did not stop drinking alcohol during her pregnancy, and also consumed a small amount of marijuana/marijuana, which caused Carl to always have a pale and sickly beauty when he grew up.People become rigid very quickly after death.It was late autumn, and there was no heat or fire in the shabby house, and the premature baby could die very quickly.She crawled into the woman's abdominal cavity, and waited for the sound of someone's footsteps before crawling out.No one knows how she was born.

She came into the world in a shocking way.This may be some kind of Buddhist concept.Ridiculous fate.

He was sent to an orphanage, an orphanage for boys only.At the age of three, he escaped from there.In fact, he could have stayed for a few more years. He left because he sensed some kind of danger. Some people like to buy beautiful children like white paper, and paint them with colors as they like.It's like training a baby animal.

Escaping from the orphanage was not a hasty decision, and unfortunately, he was incapable of anything during this trip to London.But his experience is still there, he shuttled through unmanned alleyways, sewers, and abandoned buildings.He has nothing and has everything.

Listening to all kinds of news at any time, the secrets of the nobles, political lace news, when he first heard the surname Phantomhive, he instinctively froze for a moment, then the body he got is likely to be someone The body of the orphan that appeared.But as he grew up, every time he saw a strange but familiar face in the mirror, he suddenly realized something.In the next few years, he finally found an opportunity to sneak a quick glance at the young master of Phantomhive's family.The young master's name is not Charles, but Vincent.Father.

He is five years older than him and lives a life unimaginable for ordinary people.

At the age of six, he has already exercised his vigorous skills.This was originally what she would do.Only one's own strength is trustworthy, and a good skill is more valuable than money and rights.For the sake of strength, there is nothing that Meteor Street people can't give up.It's a survival instinct.

He couldn't remember how many lives had been harvested before he could take out the heart empty-handed, and he couldn't remember how many times the heart was still beating in his hand.He's almost there.When Ash appeared, he was calm.It's not that he hasn't killed creatures like angels.The angel's eyes were full of interest, as if he had found some interesting toy.

"how old are you."

"Seven years old."

"You can take out a human heart empty-handed at the age of seven, you are very promising!"

Human beings without bottom line, unclean angels.

"I hate those who want to turn back the most. If one day you waver, I will kill you."

When, someone said the same thing to him.

"Even if God regrets creating the world, I will not regret what I have done." Meteor Street people, no matter what, once they do it, they will not regret it.Rough and simple.

The angel played with his hair, "You don't seem to be afraid of me at all? Why? Are you sure I won't kill you?"

He shook his head, "If I said it was you, I'm afraid you would do it right away. The incredible and terrified expressions of human beings before death, you like the most, don't you?"

The angel pinched his chin and branded a light kiss on his dry lips.Humans express affection with kisses.said the angel.

Angels use kisses to signify death.

One day I will kill you.

But that day never came.He died first.Die by suicide, and those who commit suicide cannot go to heaven.Even if he dies, it is impossible to go to heaven based on what he has done.

"A place like heaven, forget it...

"Tsk.