My Demon Queen

When I opened my eyes again, I saw an old demon blocking the attack for me.

He is different from other demons. He does not have colorful skin, nor the huge body size unique to demons.

He looks like an ordinary person, but his eyes are green.

The old man looked at me for a long time, and when I didn't say anything, he asked again, "Why are you here?"

I didn't understand why he asked that, but I didn't see any murderous intent in his eyes.

"I... ahem, my sister and I... were... left here..."

My upper body seemed to be breaking, and the tremendous pain made my voice intermittent.

My sister fainted when she blocked an attack for me. I am very worried about her condition, but at the moment, it seems that only this old man can help us...

The old man thought for a long time, then looked at the demons who were beating me.

After seeing the old man's eyes, they all fled in all directions without stopping for a moment.

I don’t know the identity of this old man, and I don’t know whether he will do anything bad to me and my sister. I can only carefully protect my sister behind me.

I looked at the old man warily. Although I really wanted to ask him for help, I had asked him too many times over the years.

But those people never showed mercy, instead they became more and more aggressive. Gradually, I stopped begging anyone.

During those days of inhuman torture, I had become numb and covered in bruises.

If it weren't for my sister, I might have... given up a long time ago.

"Come with me……"

The old man looked back at us, said something lightly, and then slowly walked in one direction.

His pace was difficult and each step seemed to be laborious.

I didn't understand what he was going to do, but blood was flowing from the corner of my sister's mouth and I was covered in bruises.

"If you want to save her, just follow me..."

As soon as these words came out, I looked at the old man who was walking slowly forward in disbelief.

He...can save my sister?

Once this idea came to my mind, I became motivated and carried my sister on my back.

But I was also injured. When my sister pressed on me, my body was in so much pain that I could hardly stand.

"Sister...does it hurt..."

My sister seemed to feel that I was carrying her on my back, and she spoke weakly.

When I heard what my sister said, my heart ached so much, even though I was the one taking care of her.

But every time when I was about to die from torture, it was she who kept calling me and taking care of me.

“No…it doesn’t hurt…sister…good girl…it doesn’t hurt…”

I followed the old man with difficulty. I didn’t know how long it would take, and I didn’t know if I could hold on, but I had to keep going.

Only in this way can my sister survive. Maybe...she can survive...that's enough...

I had become numb and could not feel any pain. I could only unconsciously carry my sister on my back and follow the old man, walking slowly forward.

I don’t know how long I walked before my forehead hit a tree, but I didn’t stop.

Over and over again, over and over again...you have to keep moving forward and bumping forward.

It was not until the blood on my forehead dripped into my eyes that I slowly came to my senses and looked at the ancient tree in front of me.

I have no strength left, I...can't hold on any longer...

The overwhelming fatigue dragged me into darkness, and I didn’t even have the strength to think.

At this moment, fatigue and sleepiness swept through my whole body. When I fell down, I really felt... so comfortable...

I seemed to have entered an extremely comfortable place, where there were no demons, no monsters, no sister, no pain, no fatigue, only warm air wrapping my whole body.

I really want to stay in this place forever, just like this.

"Sister...Sister..."

Ok?

Who is calling me?

elder sister?

Who is your sister?

Do I have a sister?

Are you calling me?

who I am……?

As the voice sounded again, a large number of images flooded into my mind.

It's... two little girls...

Ragged clothes...

There are still many wounds on the body...

These two little girls... they have such a hard life... why do they have such a hard life...

Were they abandoned too...?

也… … ？

Why should I think of...?

Am I… also abandoned…?

"Sister... wake up! It's me... I'm your sister... Please don't abandon me... Okay..."

Why do these words sound so familiar, so... ?

I...seem to have heard...?

But when I looked around, there was only a vast expanse of white, nothing there!

But... why is this voice... so close... so familiar...

"Sister... please don't abandon me, okay...?"

This voice is so miserable and sad...Should I respond...

"Okay... Sister won't abandon you..."

This sentence came out of my mouth naturally, as if I had repeated it countless times.

I panicked... I said this, I have a sister...

My sister and I were both abandoned people...

I can't abandon her... She's everything to me... She's my weakness...

I stood up and ran in this white space, responding to that voice over and over again.

But I couldn’t run away. I tried my best, but I couldn’t run away…

Will I never see my sister again?

Just when I was desperate, I felt the clenching sensation on my arm again.

Yes, that’s the feeling. Whenever I feel desperate and when I can’t hold on any longer, it’s this feeling that pulls me back to reality again and again.

A little harder, a little louder...

Sister, please try harder. It won't hurt me...

I felt this force getting stronger and stronger, I was happy, I felt it, I was about to get out...

With the huge pull of this force, I once again felt the dizzying effect.

This time I opened my eyes and found myself lying on a soft animal hide.

The surroundings are like a wooden house, not cold, not hot, warm, and smells good...

"Sister... Sister... You're awake... Ah~ You're finally awake... I thought you didn't want me anymore..."

I turned around and looked at my sister crying, and I was very surprised. She was wearing a beautiful black dress, not torn or with any wounds, only red eyes from crying.

what happened……?

Why are we here, why is my sister wearing clothes, are we okay?

I thought about everything and wanted to speak, but found that I still couldn't make a sound.

I looked down and found that my whole body was wrapped in white cloth.

"This is……?"