Angel on earth

The pre-dawn darkness was as viscous as the deep sea, and the fires on the coast were still triggering one after another of collapses and explosions.

Batista de Perrin woke up first, because he wanted to protect his wife, and when he woke up, he picked up the stones in the dungeon and threw them outside with ease; Laura Thomson followed , because her damned fiancé was dying; then the Martins, who knew very well that the secret of their success was not hard work and intelligence, but a ruthless lying on the rivals and poor people who needed more for their children; Gretel was the last, and she probably didn't want to survive at all.

Laura sat up on her knees, lightly held Aaron's left hand, looked up at him, and said, "Father."

Batista got down on one knee, resting his forehead on his right hand: "Father."

Sergio and Sophie, who had just entered middle age, grabbed his forearm: "Father."

Margaret pressed her cheek against Aaron's belly and said softly:

"Father."

They raised their heads, and five pairs of ruby-like shining eyes looked at him motionlessly.

Aaron felt Mikhail walking through the flames and ruins, and moved his lips until he got closer, and then he made a hollow, pleading voice:

"sorry."

"It's okay, Aaron." Mikhail took off his coat and put it on him, picked him up and walked to the ground, "Are you okay?"

Aaron's limbs hang down like a puppet that has lost its owner, and Mikhail's arm holding his shoulder is pierced by a new bone spur, but he doesn't say a word.Aaron couldn't see or hear, but he could vaguely smell the blood. He turned his head away with difficulty, hoping that someone would help cover his ears.The angry father roared, reprimanded, and cursed in his body, making him feel ashamed.

他 说:

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Mikhail, I shouldn't... If it was Harry who survived... it should be Harry... he is stronger than me, smarter than me, braver than me, he will save Christine , don't make a mess... I screwed up. I shouldn't have let you... turn you into this. If instead..."

Mikhail, exhausted, walked slowly towards Emile.Aaron kept talking, lisp most of the time because his teeth were also deformed, only "sorry", "Mikhail" and "Harry" were very proficient.

After reaching the ground and walking a few steps forward, Mikhail sat down on the ground, hugging the vampire in his arms tightly without hesitation.

"Fuck Harry!" growled Mikhail, "I don't know a fuck Harry, Aaron! Stop thinking about him! Why are you doing this to me? What do you think I am? Because I was good to you, because I was good, you want to give me to your brother like giving Ivan a copper coin? What am I? What am I? How can you do this to me!"

He sobbed as he spoke, straightened Aaron's shoulders, where two slender steel needle-like bony spurs protruded, but Aaron's neck was as weak as if it had been broken, with his eyes and mouth open sluggishly, Looking up at the dark sky.

"You have to like me." Tears welled up in those pupilless eyes and fell on Aaron's face, "You have to like me! Even if Harry or anyone else comes back to life, no matter how painful you are You can't give me to him! I don't like any of them, and no one is as good as you! I do these... I have always been just for you."

"Harry, Harry, Harry..." Mikhail said sadly, "Why do you always think of your brother, a dead man, and don't want to look at me? I love you and I would do anything for you Aaron, you are the one who endured all the torture, not anyone else. You have suffered for them for 200 years, can't you be happy for me for two hours?"

"Aaron, you have to be cruel. Be cruel to others, and be kind to me." Even if he could hear it, Aaron would never have imagined that Mikhail would say such words, "It's not you who hurt them. The victim It is just hypocritical self-consolation for the victim and the victim to blame each other, and the weak form a gang to bully the weak. If this is your fault, my sin is only deeper than yours, because I once stood at the highest place in the holy city."

As Mikhail said, he tore off his shirt, pulled out a small knife and pierced his left wrist suddenly, and the pupil of Aaron's left eye instantly dilated.Mikhail pulled out the knife, brought his wrist to his lips, and kissed his slightly warm chest.It was neither evidence of human life, nor the beating of shyness and joy, but what beat in his chest was the Philosopher's Stone, the holy remains, the remains of corpses thousands of years ago!He rested his forehead on Aaron's chest, desperately speaking words that only he himself could understand:

"'You' wanted to save me and brought me the key, but you didn't pick 'you', you picked an urn! Just because he's Harry! Harry! Well, you trade half your soul for A box of ashes, can you give me the remaining half? Why do you still think about Harry, even I have to give to the dead man? He is dead, I can't save anyone, please, at least this time... …for the last time…give me a chance…”

Halfway through the ruthless words, he was sobbing again and couldn't bear to continue.He was tired and hurt, didn't know where to go, didn't know how to make Aaron change back, he never learned what Aaron was good at.Emile was dead, and Stanley was dead, and Hill, and Rollins, and Matthew, and Gabriel, and so many of his brethren and sisters had died in an instant, that the rest of him could no longer be with his conscience.He is only 19 years old, still half a year away. Even if he loses all his sacred status and no one remembers him, such a healthy young man still has a long life to live.

He was so tall that he almost prostrated himself on the ground, begging Aaron not to die.He prayed to Mithra, the sun god, to his father Ivan Kupala, to Aaron himself who baptized him, and he knew there was one thing he could do to save Aaron, but he decided Can't speak, not even if he and Aaron both died that night.

"Our father in heaven……"

The next moment, Mikhail flew straight back and smashed half of the stone pillar.

When the vampire raised his head, his face was ferocious, with protruding fangs, bulging veins on his forehead, and the edge of his green iris was blood-red.In the middle of the open shirt collar, blue and red intertwined blood vessels were like totems of flames, spreading from his chest all the way to his neck and limbs.

He was completely out of control.

He stood on the top of the mountain like a dried-up bat, his chest, waist and abdomen collapsed, and there was no place for the internal organs, because countless white bones grew out along the spine and joints, in the distant firelight and moonlight A sharp cold light flickered.

He sighed and neighed from the depths of his throat, what supported him was not his limbs, but some kind of twisted rules like him at this time.In the night, a monster slowly stood up and moved forward bit by bit. The ground it passed was turned into magma, and the clothes lifted up by the bone spurs had long been turned into ashes.

Five figures sprang out from the dungeon, Mikhail was stunned for a long time, and while rapidly burning the wound on his abdomen, he shouted in a broken voice: "Stop him...stop him!—Don't drink blood, don't transform anyone, Otherwise, I will hunt you down to the ends of the earth!"

Margarita rushed up first, and she and Batista blocked Aaron's descent. "Aaron" made a hooting sound like a broken bellows, and turned slowly. The Martins were nervously holding the cross they found out of nowhere.Standing in the other direction was Laura Thomson, who had picked up the Shining Maiden without being burned to death by her, and Aaron instinctively didn't want to get close to it.

So only Mikhail's direction remained, which was also the result Mikhail wanted.His physical exertion was greater than he expected, and his injury was more serious than he felt. He had to stop the bleeding first.The monster wobbled towards him, and he just leaned on the pier, looking at the five newborn vampires, breathing tremblingly from pain or crying:

"Don't kill anyone, don't transform anyone. Never touch Hardy and Dubois, don't become them. This is your reward for him, understand? This is your obligation, now, get out of here!"

As soon as the words fell, the monster knelt down slowly, staring blankly at Mikhail with a pair of red eyes.Mikhail closed his eyes and let the other party open his mouth and bite his neck.

Mikhail was lying on the ground, feeling that the blood in his body was draining at an almost euphoric speed. His vision was blurred, his head was dizzy, his limbs were weak, and he opened his eyes blankly looking at the dark sky, and clearly felt the blood on the ground. gravel on his back.After being dizzy for a century, he finally turned his eyes with difficulty, and saw Margaret walking towards the Chastity Prayer stuck between two pieces of granite.

He couldn't help feeling scared, but he had already made up his mind, and he couldn't even raise his hand at this moment.His eyes turned black due to blood loss and hypoxia, and Aaron couldn't get enough; something fell from the sky, with the flash of a sharp blade——

Priest Grey pierced Aaron's thin chest with an iron sword and nailed them to the ground through Mikhail's lungs.

At the same time, Margaret struggled to pull out the long sword, turned the tip of the sword upside down, aimed at her heart, and knelt down slowly towards the east.

The first rays of morning light pierced the sky, and a hazy brilliance rose majestically from the horizon.

Priest Gray threw away the iron sword, strode forward, kicked Aaron away, and stepped hard on Mikhail's face, making a click.Mikhail could hardly feel the pain anymore, he knew that the bridge of his nose must be broken, and maybe he still had two teeth.Priest Gray kicked twice more before stopping panting, scratching his sweaty messy hair, and said in a hoarse voice:

"I've been meaning to do this for a long time, damn it!"

After speaking, he clutched the wound on his abdomen and limped towards the Baihua Church at the foot of the mountain.

The slightly icy sunlight shone on the naked monster, and "Aaron" stiffly turned his neck towards the east.Mikhail crawled over and hugged him, scratching the back of his head with his fingers in vain, trying to hold his head or block his sight.The teenager was confused and begged intermittently:

"Don't...don't look, don't look at her, Aaron...don't look...no...nothing happened...any..."

He had never been so weak, he had bled to the point of vomiting, broken muscles and open wounds that would not heal, his arms were bloody from hugging the bony spur-ridden monster; his bleeding slowed as he There was not much blood left to shed.

Aaron stood up easily, he was lifted a little, and soon his hands lost strength, and he fell back all at once, and the gravel-covered ground met him in a whirl, and gave him a blow to the head.

The superfluous bone spurs on the monster's body turned to ashes in the sunlight and fluttered in the wind.

In the dim vision and dazzling light, Aaron saw Margaret's figure.His glasses had long been lost, and the girl bathed in the morning light looked too much like Christine.His dry lips trembled, and no sound came out of his withered body.But he wanted the sword, and he knew the time had come.

Mikhail stumbled after him, and fell to the ground within two steps.He panted heavily, opened his eyes wide, and almost had no time to think, looking more innocent, pure, and helpless than ever.

"Please don't... don't do this to me..."

He didn't know if he was crying, he shouldn't be crying because Aaron looked worse, and if he gave up too, it would really be the end of them.

So he stood up.After several months and hundreds of years, he doesn't know how he stood up on this day, but the 19-year-old Mikhail Kupala not only stood up, but also broke down and cried and bent Several lengths of iron bars bound Aaron to prevent him from committing suicide.

The vampire managed to scream at last.Mikhail knew why, the priests and wizards of Lieyang City treated him like this, but now he has other ways?

In front of the line of sight, Batista de Perrin stood in the morning light, casting a huge, seemingly endless shadow on the ground.After a long time, he took off his coat and shook it, knelt down gently and put it on his wife's shoulders.

The author says:

Because September is a bit busy, basically rely on August to deposit manuscripts, so there may not be daily updates in October, and we have to make a little progress to save manuscripts, the details are to be determined.However, it is still recommended to save up, the next three chapters will have a mysterious transformation of Mikhail, and Aaron's role is relatively small, basically because Sleeping Beauty provokes the ORZ magic stick to double the warning.And will cut three maps, after three chapters will be the sweet daily life.