Scepter of Thorns

Amiens blinked her eyelashes a few times, revealing a pair of black eyes.

He sat up with his hands on the bed, and the chains that bound him made a "snacking" sound.From the time he felt the reverse cross through his wrist, he had already guessed where he was, and knew that his good days were coming to an end.

The room has long been familiar enough to be engraved in memory, and even the decoration has not changed over the years, or any antique has been repeatedly repaired and well preserved.And there was obviously a second person in the room besides him. Amiens pushed back the silver hair covering his forehead, and a figure half covered with a white mask immediately appeared in front of him.

The corners of the mask’s mouth were painted bright red, and the black robe covered his body, leaving only five fingers with silk gloves holding the wine glass, which contained scarlet liquid—it should be red wine, Amiens think.

"Can I have a drink?" Amiens sat half-sitting, lazily stretching out her unbound right hand.

The man paused, then chuckled a few times, "Your younger brother strictly forbids anyone to give you alcoholic products. But—" he changed the subject, "If you take it yourself, it should be a different matter. He pulled out an opened bottle of wine from the shadows and threw it on the bedside table.

Amiens didn't care why the wine bottle landed on the counter firmly, she raised her head and took a big mouthful, then licked the wine stains from the corner of her mouth, "1039's 'red lips'." The remaining wine on the tip of her tongue The fragrance is still mellow. Seeing the man nodding his head slightly, Amiens narrowed his eyes: "Who are you?"

The masked man seemed to be laughing, "Down with Senna."

"Ah no." Amiens shook the wine bottle in his hand, blood-colored waves surged in the dark glass, he smiled half-smile, "I don't care what your name or surname is, whether it's Senna or Dana, these are meaningless, It has nothing to do with me either. I just want to know what identity and status you have in front of me, what your purpose is, what you want to get or what you want to get through Caesar, this is what I care about."

"But you are not qualified." Senna's tone seemed as natural as greeting instead of sarcasm.

"Well said." Amiens's smile became more lazy, he raised the wine bottle and touched it in the air, "Who am I? A holy son who was secretly executed by our Pope, I was deprived of it by his scepter Gained all his strength, and then lay in the cage prepared for him by his younger brother as a trade item."

—Yes, I am not eligible.

Make a deal with Caesar, Edward, and you'll regret it.

Senna left the solitary room.Caesar went out to socialize, and he stood alone by the window, shaking the wine glass in his hand.The heavy curtains were not moved, so he agreed to recede to the sides by himself. The starry night in the human world is not as vast and bright as the gods, but he thinks it is very beautiful, probably because of the crescent moon, unlike the gods, which never have Sun and moon, only light and shadow.

The dim moonlight gathered in his palm, gradually condensing into the shape of the altar.Although it is only the size of a palm, the carving is in place, exquisite and meticulous, showing all the traces of the craftsmen's transformation.He rubbed the pillar of salt lightly, then broke it.

The broken part turned into moonlight and sprinkled on the ground, while the remaining cross still stood proudly, piercing the distant sky.

Maybe Caesar was right.

Beautiful and exquisite things should be kept in a cage obediently. Once released, they will be contaminated by impurities from the outside world and eventually lose their original intentions.

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The shawl was pulled open, revealing the sacred religious uniform, and then the cross-shaped buttons were torn off one by one, leaving only an inner shirt.

Edward felt very cold on his body, he didn't realize that he was about to be stripped naked, and there was darkness in front of his eyes, and in the darkness, a pair of cold, silk-gloved hands were slowly brushing his waistline , straight down.

Edward clutched the hand that lit the fire everywhere, with boiling anger in his dark blue eyes, "Who!?"

He remembered that he was resting against the pillar of salt just now, but now he was lying flat on a soft place, probably a bed. Immediately, Edward felt bad all over. He tried to sit up, but his right hand was pulled hard , and threw himself onto the bed again.

With a light touch on the neck, the black thorns were untied. Edward tried hard to break free from the shackles, but his hands were bound by the thorns instead.The black thorns penetrated deep into the skin and adhered tightly to the wrist.The long dark golden hair is messily scattered on the bed, Edward's clothes are half-backed, his hands are tied by black thorns and raised above his head, he tightly purses the corners of his lips, the dark blue under his eyes has dyed the surrounding darkness, like being imprisoned in a cage The trapped beast is making its last struggle.

He couldn't see, so his sense of touch became extraordinarily sensitive.The hand slowly slid to the side of the waist, and the texture of the silk became a fatal provocation, sliding to the place he couldn't bear the most.

"Ah... Get out, Kai Ha..." Edward was touched by someone other than himself for the first time, and his reason was like a cluster of flames drifting in the wind, which might be extinguished at any time.In order to avoid further contact, he kept twisting his body, trying to escape the evil hand.

Obviously, that person was very familiar with this kind of thing, and Edward's struggle was also expected.He didn't stop him, but took advantage of the situation and tore off the last piece of clothing on his body.The pale skin was exposed to the air, but its beauty was ruined by the two scabs on the abdomen.

Edward's sanity was completely disorganized when the scar was healed, and his body was tense, like a ferocious beast about to explode.Suddenly a pair of soft wings clung to him, wrapping him in a cool embrace, and the silk gloves left that place and brushed over the scar, as if it was a silent comfort.

Then, something cold touched his abdomen, and the strange familiarity told Edward that it was a dagger.He surrendered without any resistance, because of the fear of the unknown in his heart.

It lightly brushed across his skin, the cold metallic texture left the skin reflexively trembling, and then stayed on his abdomen, rubbing those few scars.

blood.

The blade dug into the unhealed flesh beneath the scar.Edward bit his lip tightly, restraining himself from making a sex noise.Blood dripped on the wrapped wings, sticky and slippery.

Tick.

Tick.

pat.

He didn't know what he was doing, he threw the dagger aside, the hysteria was blown away, the spreading blood stained the scattered dark gold and white, but both of them were silent, neither of them opened their mouths, as if everything just now was an illusion .The wound was healed by the warm light, and the remaining blood stains made the breath still moist. The ambiguity that was about to move was not sealed by the two cooled hearts, but instead exuded the smell of sex, clamoring to show the sense of existence.

Then Edward woke up.

----Chapter6. Prelude & End----