【Angel Night】Shrub

When a man is as rich as a Warren Washington III and has the unique features of a Warren Washington III, even if he is a mutant, he is always welcome to fly over her bed with those huge white wings head.No one would believe such a person if he said that he guarded himself like a jade, but it is reasonable to say that no one would believe such nonsense as saying that he was a bully of innocent passers-by.

But one person believed it. He gritted his teeth with hatred and almost crushed the cross in his hand, but his face still pretended to be calm.

Warren doesn't care about any rumors about him. After all, he was born with a golden spoon in his mouth, but he was born with too correct facial features. He didn't grow into a Wall Street elite like in the novel, but transformed into a tabloid reporter. The appearance of my favorite dude.Warren doesn't care about any gossip about him, he only cares about what a person thinks about him.

So the current situation has become like this: He stands in the confession room and makes every possible excuse, but the people inside are not willing to enter, and he refuses to open the door no matter what.

"Come on, that's what the tabloids wrote," Warren said, wanting to cry without tears, his wings drooping behind his back. "I don't even know who she is."

The door of the confession room was closed, and no matter how he called, there was no response. As if there was no one here, Warren was so hard-hearted that he walked around to the front and knocked on the small window used by believers to confess.

He just hates me more.Warren thought bleakly.But there is really no other way.

About a minute later, the small window opened from the inside, and he could vaguely see the silhouette of the person inside through the screen window made of iron mesh.

"Father, I'm guilty." He said in a daze.

"If you desire to be forgiven from the bottom of your heart, then Heavenly Father will forgive you." Kurt's question came from inside. It sounded like a layer of wire could distort the voice. Warren lost his mind for a moment. They haven't faced each other for too long. up.

"I lied and hurt an innocent person, and I want redemption," he said. "If there is a Heavenly Father, do I have the opportunity to make it up to him?"

The people inside did not speak, and the passage of time only made Warren more and more impatient. He broke the long silence anxiously, and asked the people inside: "You know what I'm talking about, Kurt, you always know, you know me All the secrets, as much as I know you. Why don't you talk?"

"I'm just the substitute of the Heavenly Father, listening to the suffering of believers for him, instead of commenting on it." The priest replied softly, "I pray for you, and the Heavenly Father will forgive you for everything you have done."

He began to read the Gospels, not loud enough to be heard clearly by the two people inside and outside, and the tone was even and gentle, just like he used to do when they were lying side by side in bed. Same.Then Warren would kiss the corners of his mouth and collarbone with a mischievous intention, and Kurt would recite that passage with a smile, and gently let him leave his marks wherever his clothes could cover him.

Once they were always together, sharing secrets with each other.

Many of them used to be.

"I don't want to know if Heavenly Father forgives me. I don't give a shit." Warren was exhausted. "I just want to know if Kurt will give me another chance?"

The priest's voice was even and steady. He finished reading this page as usual, and then stopped to give advice to the confused world.

"God loves the world," said Father Wagner, "but I am not God."

Twelve-year-old Warren Washington got a gift, a mutant.

To be precise, this is not a gift that pleases everyone. As we all know, Warren's father, Mr. Washington, has a deep-rooted aversion to mutants. Just thinking of breathing in the same city with them makes him suffocate. Now, allowing a mutant to enter his mansion is simply impossible.

And it's all thanks to Warren that he's able to stand here.

Kurt stood obediently at the gate of the house. He had never seen such a large courtyard and house—it was like a castle in a forest in a fairy tale book. He was led by the circus owner and tried to resist pulling desire.

He had never worn such fine clothes, the best in the Boss Corps, adorned with eye-catching sequins and crimson embroidery, something he had never worn before, and he was flattered to be treated like this.Kurt lowered his head, and he still remembered the "really pathetic" words that the people in the regiment said about him, but he didn't think there was anything wrong with coming here, at most it was changing from one hell to another—always Nothing scarier than circus cages and whips.

A man in a suit came out to greet him. The man said a few words to the boss and gave some money, so the boss let go of his hand and left happily.Kurt followed the man blankly, only then did he realize that the last person he knew had left him.

The man in a well-fitted suit led him through the wide courtyard, while talking about the rules of the manor in a business-like tone. Kurt listened with a half understanding, and quickened his pace to catch up with the man.

The man stopped suddenly, and Kurt almost bumped into his leg. He turned around and looked down at Kurt, a trace of real thoughts leaked from his calm face.

"Forget it, it's just a toy." That expression said.

He quickly returned to his usual expressionless face and continued to lead the way. After 10 minutes, they finally came to the living room, "Stay here and don't move." The man in the suit said, and he turned to another job without hesitation. Kurt stayed where he was obediently, looking around curiously.

There are too many passages and doors in the living room, as well as the escalator that spirals upwards. Kurt wanted to touch those delicate furnishings but dared not move, only dared to stay where he was and play with his tail.

"So this is the circus monster?"

Kurt was twisting the fringe of his clothes with his tail when the sound came from above, he looked up in panic, and saw the most beautiful person he had ever seen in his life.

The boy on the stairs was blond and blue-eyed, with a white shirt tucked neatly into his suspenders.Kurt thought in amazement that the distance between him and the angel was only a pair of wings.

His question went unanswered, but he didn't care.The young Warren Washington III looked down with interest at the people downstairs who were in a daze. The dark red costume made the blue-skinned mutant even less human.Warren glanced condescendingly over his tail and three fingers before he asked, "What's your name?"

"Ko...Kotter." He stumbled back.

This is the first time they met.

tbc???