Heartbreaker

I remembered.

That person, before God, ruined everything about me.

"Wanjiang is dead, Clement."

He was standing on the empty terrace, outside the noisy artillery fire, gray smoke filled the air, there were refugees expelled by the war everywhere, and mourning was everywhere.

I was handcuffed to the golden chair, and I caught a glimpse of the corner of the terrace, the tall figure of the man with his back to me embedded in the dark grid, like a black crow resting on a corpse.

I pulled the chains and growled, swearing at him with vicious words and irritating him, but I forgot the way he looked at me, only the humiliation rooted in the soul hit my fragile body.

He locked me in a gold-wire birdcage custom-made for me, and fed me food with a wooden spoon.

On the first day, I bit off the spoon and didn't eat.

The next day, I pressed my face against the wire cage and stared at his neck.

On the third day, I went on a rampage in the cage, yelling angrily as he approached.

……

No. On the 15th day, I swallowed the soup in the wooden spoon.He stroked my messy hair in satisfaction, and pressed a kiss to my lips.

I abandoned my dignity because I knew I was going to live, by any means, without shame.

In order to give back to this hateful guy many times what I have received.

After they wiped out every corner of the Wanjiang Empire, the Mogul army stopped on the coast, with banners painted with centipedes and ouroboros fluttering in the wind.

The soldiers holding axes and axes wore steel helmets with animal horns on their heads and rubies inlaid on their foreheads, and roared in unison in the unique victory tune unique to the barbarians.

Those Mogul soldiers were like a group of dirty animals, but the man was very calm and elegant, with a tall and straight figure like a cold winter pine, and his long dark hair was like dancing willow branches.

He waved his hand lightly, and the barbarian picked up his iron ax and hammer, and smashed it at the stone statue on the high cliff.The gods worshiped by the Wanjiang Empire and the stone statues of the royal families of various generations collapsed and were thrown into the deep sea under the cliff one after another. Only the snow-white waves mourned.

When the last statue fell, there was a torrent of rain, lightning and thunder.He got back into the carriage and carried me outside into the damp, salty sea breeze.

The gray-blue mist enveloped the rain and the sky. I heard the rude laughter of those barbarian soldiers. He sat cross-legged on the highest stone, trapping my struggling body. It dripped down his cheek and dripped onto his chest.

The laughter went away, and the pain overwhelmed me.

"Lemon."

He touched my face, wiped the saliva from my lips, and said softly, "You belong to me, my boy. From now on, you will always remember this scene. Remember the clouds, rainstorms, Waves and destruction. It will forever be etched in your mind, in your unbearable memory."

That's just the beginning.

The golden wine pool, the deep red blood and wine.

The pure white statue of the Madonna twisted in the center, the corner of the mouth full of pity, and the empty white eyes stared at the cold and silent hall.

He shoved a strange pill into my mouth and chopped off my limbs.My hands and feet were cut and long, and they were long and cut again, like the tail of a gecko, and the severed limbs filled the wine pool.He was reclining on the velvet pillow, his thin chest was exposed under the open silk nightgown, and he looked at everything with an indifferent smile.

He ordered someone to come before me, and immediately the pain hit my eyes.A cool black ribbon was tied around my eye socket, and the thin silk fabric was soaked with blood.

In the darkness and pain, he asked the others, "How many babies of the Wanjiang Empire have you found?"

Someone replied, "Your Majesty, eleven."

"Enough." He said with a smile, "One by one, let's smash them to death in front of him."

"When he becomes desensitized to the screaming and crying of young children, he will not be merciful."

I soaked in the foul-smelling pool of wine and became dizzy from pouring a lot of liquor.The blunt sound and dying scream hit my brain like a heavy hammer, and my heart seemed to dissolve into a spit.

After all the "sideshows" were over, I fell into a coma for days from which I never seemed to be able to wake up.The black ribbon was in front of my eyes, and one morning, he picked me up, bruised and bruised, and approached the terrace.

The bone-chilling gust pierces my naked body, and my field of vision is a bottomless black abyss.He pressed me against the plaster railing on the balcony, close to my ear, and said with a smiling voice, "Do you feel it, Lemon?"

"That's the temperature of 'freedom.'"

My mind was blank, and he pressed my back in a daze, and the distant wind whistled in my ears, as if blowing from a wilderness far, far away.

He asked me, "Here's a souvenir from me. Do you like it, Lemon?"

I didn't want to answer his words at all, but the haunting sound made my throat growl eagerly.

"May the Twilight Empire last forever!"

"Long live Emperor Eliot! Reign forever!"

"Long live Your Majesty, long live Your Majesty!"

All of a sudden, the cheers came to me like a wall of stone falling over me.Hearing the laughter above my head, I immediately understood his intention.

I, the former prince of the Ten Thousand Borders Empire, was imprisoned on the balcony by the Kingslayer who was supported by everyone under the watchful eyes of everyone, and I was worshiped by the overthrow of my homeland.

"Did you hear that, Lemon." The man smiled happily, "Your people say that the late empire will last forever."

I really want to die like this, freezing to death, falling to death, crashing to death, or even choking to death by my own saliva.

But I chose to live after all.

Weak, humble, humiliated, live.

The man known as the "emperor" leaned down, put his silk gloves on my trembling shoulders, and whispered, "Two-thirds of the people in the Wanjiang Empire have surrendered."

"There is still a third, I will leave it to you in Vulture City, a large part of which is the former army."

He laughed, "Do you hate me, Lymon?"

I almost ground my teeth.

"If you want revenge, come here." The soft silk fabric rustled on my burning wound, he smiled and lifted my arm, pointed in four directions, and said, "Look, there is Vulture City in the north, and the city in the south. Desolate Swamp, Huapai Town to the west, and Gray Haze Villa to the east..."

"Where do we start?"

****

——If you ascend the throne in the future, you will think of me.

—think of clouds, storms, waves, and destruction.

That dog thing, he won again.

At the moment when the golden crown was on my head, I even thought that he was me and I was him.

"Lemon!"

A soft and anxious voice rang in my ears, like a pair of hands pushing away dark clouds, streams of golden light shot out.After wandering for a few times, my sight regained clarity. I opened my eyes hazily, and a thread of blood slid from the top of my forehead to the corner of my lips.

I saw a rough rock in front of me, with a pool of blood on it, which looked like I just crashed when I lost control.

"Lemon, what happened?" A pair of soft and cold hands supported my hot chin, he approached me, and said sadly, "You're hurting yourself again..."

I squeezed his wrist, and the memories of the past floated in front of my eyes like a revolving lantern.Wanjiang Empire, Elliott, Huapai Town, Vulture City... I remembered everything, including me in this church, and I was placed on the operating table to undergo experiments.All the cold dirty crazy days, back in my throbbing brain.

In the end, I can't escape.

There was a slight click sound in the palm of my hand, and I realized that I had deformed his wrist bone.I watched him silently, let go of my hand, and said, "Sorry."

"It's okay." He rubbed his wrist, his expression blurred.

I stared at him and called out, "Ro."

He froze.

"Luo." I called again, the voice was deeper and hoarse than I imagined.

"..." He turned to me dazedly.I pushed his hands away, pressed his shoulders, and kissed his slightly parted lips.

"Well?!"

He was taken aback, subconsciously moved back a little distance, and was soon caught up by me.I said in a trance, "Luo, don't go... My beautiful god, my Messiah, a god that belongs only to me..."

my undead.

Yes, I still have you...

He shook his head in panic, terrified by my sudden madness and madness, "Lymon...what's the matter with you...stop, Layman..."

"I won't stop even if I die." I pressed his struggling shoulder and stared at him. "It may hurt a little—no, I just want you to hurt."

He pushed me away, ran completely disoriented, and fled to a shining river.I threw myself on his waist, and we lost our balance and rolled into the rushing river together.

"In order to restore memory, bear with it..."

The current undulates viscously around us, and the river wets our skirts.Half of Luo's body lay prone on the lawn, sobbing uncontrollably.I clasped his fingers in my palm, my vision was blurred and hesitant.

Luo, my undead, my god, my only consolation when I lose my memory.

I have wanted to blaspheme you for a long time, but I found the reason at this moment.

you are mine……

I am also impoverished and incompetent, the only remaining existence in this world.

"The hymn praising the emperor is finally over, and the tune makes me sick to my stomach."

Two patients in the rat cage chatted and approached here, and Luo's hands pinching my shoulders trembled.I blocked his lips, held the back of his head, hid behind a rock, and sank into the waist-deep river together.

The river water sank into my ears, blurring my nerves and senses. The waves gently slapped my arms, and the hair wrapped around Luo's body like seaweed.When we sink in the current, we may be discovered by others, or we may drown here, making a pair of bones with limbs intertwined with each other.

Pretty good too, isn't it.

****

The sun is like blood.

I was sitting on the grass by the river, bare|bare to the upper body, and the wet hospital gown was casually thrown at my feet, silently watching the sunset gradually sinking into the horizon.Luo lay behind me, his drenched robes clinging to his body.

We turned our backs to each other, immersed in a rare tranquility.

"Does it still hurt?"

I turned around and nuzzled Lo's cheek with my knuckles.He turned to me, took my rough palm, and kissed it cherishedly.I hugged him in my arms and slumped my head into the hollow of his neck.

I've told him everything.

His memory, my memory.

It is also all my embarrassment and shame.

"I will open the gates of the abyss and hell to you." I stared at the silent purple and yellow wildflowers, and said in a daze, "Do you regret seeing all that, Ro? Lemon Sol's past, Lemon Bone Spur The past. Those days of weakness and contempt, those days of dirty and shameful abuse..."

"That's what you've always wanted to know...do you regret it now?"

That misshapen boy with the lyre was me, the blond Lemon Sol, and the dead Lemon Sol.

He died with the last trace of longing for love, fantasizing about redemption the second before he was swallowed by the dragon.

He thought that by becoming "Lymon Bone Spur", he would be so strong that he would be invincible and break through the established destiny.But in the end, his companions die and walk away, his revenge is like a funny puppet show, his enemies will hide in their hands with strings, laugh and watch him roar, watch him roar, watch him embarrassing in fate Rolling in the mud...

"Stop it, Lemon."

Luo pressed his wet lips on my forehead and said softly, "Now I just want to love you well."

"I have no love."

"I love you enough."

"It's too late."

"Then start over."

"Can you make it?"

"In time."

Dusk, like a weary eye, throws its last dim light upon us.My eyes were staring, and I was panting dull and coarsely, like a dying wild boar.Luo stroked my hair and said, "Cry if you want to, Lemon."

I said, "I couldn't cry very early."

Luo Dao, "Then rely on me."

I whispered, "We don't have time."

Luo pushed a lock of my hair behind my ear and said, "As you like. If you don't want to move, it doesn't matter if we die here together."

"it is good."

****

No matter what happened in the past, life still has to move forward until death.

If dying once isn't enough, come alive and keep going.

Luo supported me, my frail body was like a grass standing upright in the wind and rain.In the past, I only thought of him as a limp crying undead, but I didn't expect his seemingly delicate body to have such great strength when I couldn't hold on.

I murmured, "Shall we go on, Ro?"

He supported my crumbling body, his voice was calm and firm, "Go."

"Eliot knows our every move, waiting for us to jump into his trap."

"Then we'll break it and show him."

"Is it useful?"

"it works."

No one in the world knows better than me how useless and meaningless that is.But I kept asking Lo, "Will that work?", as if asking for an equally useless and meaningless reassurance.

His answer has always been "useful".

And what I want is just this glimmer of hope that I know is hopeless.

I snorted softly, "The Winter Ting Legion is gone, the silver knight is decapitated, all the old people are dead, and Vulture City is in ruins. This is the scene that Elliott arranged for me, and I have been Acting persistently...Luo, do I want to continue fighting?"

"Yes. And, you are not alone, I will accompany you."

I thought of something, raised my head to the sky, and said lightly, "Accompany me? Do you want to destroy the whole world like you destroyed Vulture City?"

He nodded and said, "Accompany you to kill the dog emperor, and accompany you to hell."

"Oh, you've turned bad, Lo."

He closed his eyelids with a smile, a faint blue light floated around him, his figure lightly passed through the woods and pebble paths, and stopped in front of the dry fountain in the "Squirrel Cage".

"The dead soul told me that there is the only exit here." He squatted down, groping for the stone wall, and said, "You once escaped from the rat cage unintentionally. I am afraid that the passage you used is here."

I squatted down, pulled the corners of my mouth and smiled, "Really? But what I saw was a big tomato."

With a click, a square stone slab came loose under his hands.Luo followed the outline of the stone slab, gently lifted it, and an open hole was aimed at my face.

A strong rancid stench escaped from it.

Luo and I drilled into the hole one by one, not forgetting to insert the stone slab back as it was.Surrounded by ghostly blue balls of light, we slid along the mossy stone wall to the bottom and stepped on a piece of soft ground.

The bright ball of light illuminates the way forward for me, and illuminates the escape road I have walked.

【We are dead...】

【Save us...】

Below our feet, there was a mountain of rotting corpses, blood congealed into dark scabs on the stone walls.Groups of rotten meat stretched all the way to the unfathomable end along the narrow passage.

The author has something to say: the memory kill here corresponds to the phantom of Lemon when he ascended the throne in Vulture City.