In the dark, damp loft, We called out evil gods.
I wish him: “I will sacrifice my soul in exchange for your love.” I’m sorry.
In the dark space, the evil God of the tall silver pupil smiles: “Do the weak, humble man deserve my love? I’m sorry.
I thought that was the last of me and evil spirits.
Until, in a dream, I saw the carpets of the ancient castles, with silver hair and black hair, and the groaning and sobbing of young girls.
He leaned on his feet and kissed her with tears at the end of his eyes: “Ir, it’s a little early to cry.” I’m sorry.
The air is filled with twilight fragrances…
Al-Quds, Rohton Estate.
I’m a bad man.
That’s what people in this estate say.
Because I was born black-haired, and other people saw me as a monster, a heretic, all these words.
My mother was a maid in the estate, and was seen by Count Wade after the wine.
Mother died when she gave birth to me, but I survived miracles.
My presence is a thorn in the Countess’s heart.
How much she hates the stain my mother brought on her, how much she hates me.
I’m Count Wade’s first daughter, but he doesn’t recognize me. He just told Countess Roland to put me wherever he wants.
So no outsider knows I exist.
And the countess took me in vain, and indeed she took me as a servant lower than her servant.
She put me in the most remote part of the castle, in a dark, damp attic.
And one year after I was born, the Countess gave birth to her daughter, Beveka.
She lived in the love of the countess since she was a little girl, so sweet that she could torture me.
Under a rough dress, my lashes are her pen.
I have to do a lot of servant work every day to get a cold meal.
It’s Count Wade’s birthday party. The housekeeper asked me to help.
And the garden behind it is the only place of my love in it, and I am not entitled to it.
There are few people in the garden.
When I helped clean up, I hid behind a huge rose bush, and I smelled roses in the air with greed. Only then did I feel I was alive.
It’s just unfortunate that I was found.
“Yo, Miss Bevka, isn’t this your monster? A young girl in a beautiful princess dress appeared with Befka, and my eyes fell on me.
And some of the noble maidens, led by Befka, surrounded me in the midst of me, scoffing and scolding me,
“The monster! I’m sorry.
“How could she be in such a place?”
I used to take my eyelids off and put my hands on the ground and wanted to get up and leave.
It’s just that I haven’t been able to get up, and I don’t know who’s behind me, push me hard, and I jump forward.
And then there was another person on the right, and I tripped and I couldn’t get my balance back.
The floor of the garden was covered with sharp gravel, and I fell all over the floor, and my knee fell on it.
When the pain came to me, the blood ran out.
I think I broke my forehead too.
Because I felt that Liu Hai in front of the forehead was glued to blood, and the blood on the forehead was flowing, I could not tell between blood and tears, blurring my eyes.
I heard the sound of Befka’s head, and the next minute, she put her feet up and ran me down hard, and I felt like those sharp stones were going to be embedded in her knees.
There were many guests in the garden, and young girls exchanged their faces and left, because they were ladies who could not be seen by other guests.
I struggled to get up and fell on my head and ran to the attic deep inside the estate.
Indeed, even if the estate were to become more popular today, nothing would affect the small attic, which is still dark, where everything is isolated from the outside world.
It took me a long time to get rid of the wound, to look for a half-day cupboard, and finally find that little bottle of ointment, which I had stolen from Bevka, which I had lost.
After being whipped many times before, I couldn’t help it.
And this time We made a small piece of it, and covered it on the forehead and on the knees, and it was only a twilight twilight twilight, and as if all of our tired and bruised souls were stretched.
Befka is a little princess who lives in love, and I have not even had a moment of fatherhood.
I haven’t eaten all night. Fortunately, there’s a little well behind the loft and I can drink some water.
After the dinner today, there’ll be plenty of food left.
The food that the nobles do not care about will be a rare meal for me.
I thought I was used to pain.
But the pain on my knees and on my forehead, combined with the lashes of the previous few days, is unbearable.
I want to do something to divert attention.
I hid some words outside the private classes I had set up for Befka at the estate.
So I turned out an ancient book that I had found in a stitch somewhere in the loft, which I had never seen before.
Its cover is ash and broken.
As soon as it was opened, the cover page probably contained words and strange characters that I couldn’t understand, words I could probably read, “Call the gods…”
Is there really a gentle, loving god in this world?
Will God love his followers?
And I turned the back, and it was as if I had realized it, and it was as it was, that I kept my hands to my chest in good faith, and could not resist the murmurs: “The Lord of mercy, the Lord of Dell, may thou have mercy upon me in the darkness, and pray for your salvation…”
The cold and cold winds that have sprung through, the narrow lofts are becoming more obscurous.
And then suddenly I sensed that I was surrounded by a cloud of dark fog, as though I had a strange eye staring at me.
The mist spreads, with cold hands, slowly rubbing my neck.
Then I heard the voice of a man who was dark and arrogant: “What little thing awakened me? I’m sorry.
And I looked up, and by a little light came in through the cracks of the penthouse, and I saw each other in secret, a tall, silver-skinned, handsome, and strange man.
Show up in the air.
My voice is dry: “Are you the god I called?” I’m sorry.
Seems to hear something funny and stupid about his hand suddenly leaving my neck.
I barely got a breath.
But the next minute, he grabbed me in the face, and he said, “Well? If evil God is also what you think it is. I’m sorry.
I’m in complete shock, I I’m calling out the evil gods that exist only in legends.
“Well, can I make a wish?” I’m sorry.
“Weak and vulnerable human beings. “What can you sacrifice when you make a deal with a demon?” I’m sorry.
I have a slight tremor in my heart: “I will sacrifice my soul in exchange for it…” and suddenly I find it difficult to speak.
“In exchange for what?” Insolent.
“for your love. * I look, I look at the corner. *
In this dark space, strange silence for a moment.
Then he smiled, and said, “How can a weak, humble man deserve my love? I’m sorry.
My heart scorns itself, and the love that others have given birth to, even if I have sacrificed my soul, will not find a ounce.
He did not move, but he looked at me with a cold eye: “You are the first human being to awaken me, and I will fulfil a wish for you, but if you make another wish, I will crush you to death.” I’m sorry.
I looked up, just wanted to say what I suddenly found out that the other one had left.
In the leaky attic, there was a cold wind blowing, and what just happened was like a dream.
At night, I tried to sneak out of the attic to find some food, but I found the attic door locked from the outside, and I tried to scream, and it didn’t work.
Yeah, who happens to be passing through this no-go zone? Even if I did, I wouldn’t open the door.
Never mind, it’s Bevka’s pen.
This time, are you ready to starve to death?
I slowly returned to the attic in a hard, cold little bed.
I’ve had a lot of trouble today, and I’ve had a lot of shock.
I don’t know if I can survive tonight.
I can’t think of more than a decade of life. I live in a dark swamp. Life is black and white.
There’s not a single light, willing to enter my rotten life.
I’m so tired. If I die, can I go to Elysium? Will I be happier there than here?
My mother, who never met, will wait for me there?
My body is getting hotter, my eyelids are getting heavier, my consciousness is getting blurred…
He slept for thousands of years, and for the first time he was awakened by a small and cautious spell.
He appeared before the humans who called him.
He saw the little man in front of him, all wounded, with black pupils and pale skin, who were so weak at first sight.
She wished for him and even offered to sacrifice her soul.
Indeed, her soul is clean enough that he can’t help but try to get his hands on it and destroy it.
If it was any other wish, he might say yes.
But she said she wanted to exchange his love?
Does evil have love? It’s ridiculous.
He rarely strangled her, made another wish and left the attic.
In the night, he crawled into the ancient castle of Pavilion, and he was so impatient.
Because at this moment, he is in his head, in the shadow of the day, and the face of that fucking weak, little human being is too much to go to sleep.
He can’t bear to get out of control and disappear from the top of the castle.
Darkness descends, dimly.
When he showed up again, he was in a dark, damp attic.
In the attic, young girls seemed to have fallen asleep, while young people in the dark fog stood there without moving, and the shadows fell on them.
Her eyebrow was frowned and she had long lashes on her eyelids, which seemed quieter than when she was seen during the day.
Moonlight came in and saw the very pale faces of young girls in the daytime, but at the moment there was a strange red.
Her forehead is even worse.
He stood at the edge of the bed, looking at her in silence, and the cold air that was pouring out seemed to tighten the frown of the young girl’s eyebrows, as if she felt some sort of danger.
She woke herself up.
His… food.
Her soul is so fragrance, her flesh and blood are a deadly attraction to him that he can’t help but want to get close.
If you just strangle her, it won’t happen again.
And He cannot help but reach out with his hands white and long, and follow the neck of a young girl, squirting and squirting her face. It is a soft touch.
Her soft, dark hair at this point is also lovely and makes you want to reach out.
It was not until He touched her forehead, but she had a fever.
High fever.
Without treatment, she could even be in danger.
Help? Well, how can evil gods do good things that do nothing?
If we don’t save this little man, he’ll die, and she’ll suffer even more.
He turned around, the black fog gathered, and disappeared in this tiny space.
It was just a moment, and he showed up steeply in the young lady’s attic. He went down to the bed with desolation, and cast a spell with his hand, and covered the maidens.
After a while, the red on the girl’s face faded, and the bruises on her forehead and knee were no longer swollen until she gradually faded and recovered.
After all this, he kept a steady eye on the young girl who had moved from a coma to a secure sleep, and her frown had been abated by the pain.
Then he heard the murmurs of the young girl’s dreams, and he frowned his eyebrows and heard some intermittently: “Mom I miss you so much.”
“Bread, milk, sweet wine, chicken legs. I’m sorry.
She’s still in her sleep, laughing so cutely and happy that she’s upset.
He is a man of great speech, of great weakness, of smallness.
He stood silently for a long time, staring at her quietly above her.
His eyes were dim, in the dark, and he sharpened her skin.
I woke up and sat on the bed.
I can’t believe I survived last night.
I can’t help but touch my forehead.
I was so busy getting out of bed and looking in front of that little old copper mirror that I found that the bruises on the forehead had disappeared and the skin was so smooth.
I lifted my pants, and yesterday I was in great pain, and the wounds on my knees disappeared.
Strange.
I fell asleep, so badly hurt.
I looked back and suddenly smelled a little bit of food in the air and I didn’t know how long it was.
I couldn’t help but smelling with greed, and I couldn’t afford to waste a fragrance.
Turning around, I found food on the small table on the other side of the room!
I jumped over there and found the table full of bread and chicken legs, beef jerky and a few bottles of milk! And sweet wine!
Happiness comes so suddenly that I can’t accept it.
I ran downstairs and found that the attic was still locked from outside and that no one had ever come in.
I suddenly had a face in my head, and yesterday I only saw evil, and I even thought it was a dream.
Is it the evil God? No, no, no. It can’t be evil. He threatened me yesterday before he left.
Is there really a light God in this world who loves people?
Yes, there are evil gods. There must be light gods!
Thank God!
Whatever. I went back to the cabin, sat at the table with all my legs and tenderly divided a small part of the food for today, eating each and every one.
I put in the lockers, in sealed beverages, milk, and veal that can be stored.
I won’t be hungry for the next few days.
So I spent two days in the attic, and I started thinking.
Since the housekeeper hasn’t been looking for me for days, Beveka probably did, but he always comes when there’s not enough servants.
I knew it.
On the afternoon of the third day, the housekeeper opened the iron door of the attic from the outside.
I heard that Mrs. Lorraine and Miss Beveka had been invited away for a long trip and would probably be back in a week.
It’s rare, but the housekeeper didn’t tell me what to do, and I enjoyed it.
But after the previous few days, I suddenly figured out that if I remained passive, I would never be able to live a good life.
For the first time in more than a decade, I tried to escape the giant prison of Rotton Manor with courage and thoroughness.
I tried to escape, but before I got out of the estate, I would have been arrested, and Mrs. Lorraine would have ordered a beating.
She will not allow me to escape from the estate, and she will put me under her nose and torture me slowly.
Now I think that, even if the road is rough and I die, I want to die out there in a place full of freedom.
But I also understand that by myself I will never be able to escape this estate…
And at this very moment, the only help I can think of is that evil god, the tall one.
I understand that evil gods are the incarnation of pride and evil.
The only thing I can trade is my soul.
But now, suddenly, I don’t want to die so fast because I want to see the outside world.
Then die without regret.
Thinking of it, I went back to the attic and turned out that old ancient. And when We called to Satan on that day, We looked only at the front.
And now, I want to see what’s written in the back of the ancients.
I sat down and sat on my knees at a small table, reaching out to the back.
It’s just that when I’m done looking at the back, I’m really shocked.
For if the first part is the calling of evil, then the latter part is a dangerous and bold way to make peace with evil.
It is a way of becoming the master of the evil God, and the evil God crushes his soul in cold blood.
I only wanted to call evil gods before I looked at the ancients, and to make the only deal with him.
But now I suddenly have a bolder idea.
And in the house, dark and dark, We shall put our hands to the chest, and shall once again recite the curse calling to evil.
A couple of breathing hours, cold black fog suddenly covered the house.
The mighty, handsome evil God came out of the mist, and was the cold and pale face: “You are the weak man again, and I will not give you a chance this time.” I’m sorry.
I squeezed my fist, I took a deep breath, and I got the courage to say, “I think I’m ready, I want to make a deal with you. I’m sorry.
And the arrogant God looked down at me, looking down at me: “Let me hear. I’m sorry.
I tried to pull my mouth off and squeeze out a smiley face: “I would sacrifice my soul in exchange for your ten days of company.” Ten days from now, I will give my soul as promised. I’m sorry.
The evil gods have dangerously smothered the gills, and they don’t know what to think.
Smaller, more quiet.
And when I thought that he might turn me down, the other side was staring at me with aggressive silver pupils, and laughing, “As you wish, we have a deal.” I’m sorry.
That stone in my heart has fallen for a while.
When the tall man stood in the attic room, it became more crowded.
And We tried to say, “Tomorrow, every morning, when the first sun appeared, the adults came here looking for me.” I’m sorry.
The evil God meant to look down on me for a few seconds and turn away.
At night, I climbed up to my bed, crouched on it, and held myself together.
There are many thoughts in mind, but in the end there is only one thought left.
The moonlight outside the window spilled into the house through the cracks, and I looked at it for a while, closing my eyes slowly and gradually, and I fell asleep…
It seems to be a dark, dark place surrounded by night and night, with a huge blood moon bending over its head, and in this vast darkness, it appears to be particularly strange and demonic.
Under the blood moon, an ancient and mysterious giant castle stands. Outside the castle, surrounded by large, red swabs, they climb along the walls of the castle and drive with great leeway.
I watched with curiosity, but the back was cold.
And then the picture suddenly turned to the castle.
Seen nothing but a fine bedroom, in a visible place, with a soft and large bed that will cover a few.
And under the bed the door was covered by a fine white carpet.
There was a big mirror on the side, and on the carpet, not far from it, there were black and silver hair entwined.
The air is filled with a fragrance of fragrance, and it attracts corruption.
Then We saw a familiar and long shape, a silver hair marked with silver, which We had only seen unique to an adult.
The silver hair spreads, covering most of the faces of men, with only a clear display of their near-morbid white jaws and some of their elegant and perfect faces.
And the flower, which is being irrigated by dew, seems to have become unbearable and has to tremble helplessly.
The man reached out his hand gently, as if he had wiped the sweat on her forehead.
The sound and sobbing of the young girls, which is intermittent, is again ringing.
For some time now, the man leans on his feet and gently kisses the tears at the end of his eyes for a young girl in her arms: “Ir, it’s a little early to cry. I’m sorry.
The rest of the girl’s groaning is covered.
The new journey continues.
At that point, the young girl suddenly turned away from herself in the mirror.
It’s in there, my face.
I held my hand over my heart, and I was terrified, and I was surrounded by constant panic and confusion, and I felt I was breathing more and more.
I’ll just sit on the bed.
It was just a dream.
It’s a weird, and cheesy dream.
I held my hand on my face, and it was clearly hot.
It was at that point that I noticed that the light outside the window squeezed into the cabin like particles and the sun was light.
I got up and put on that black dress with a big hood.
I didn’t forget the dream until I was dressed.
And the mighty evil God came with a black fog.
I can see he’s extremely unhappy.
As soon as we saw the handsome and pale face of the evil God, Our heart was levelled and scattered.
Is that a perfect arc-shaped thin lips, if it’s covered, as delicious as the dream?
Stop! I quickly shot my head, and before the evil looks so dark that I’m ready to reach out and crush my hand, I whisper, “Please take me out of the estate and go out and see the outside world.” I’m sorry.
And the evil spirit swung his eyebrow, and reached forth his hand, and took up my collar.
When I was cold, I was all over me, and I couldn’t help but strangling.
I suddenly felt my feet on the ground and my head was dazed and I couldn’t help but close my eyes.
There was a strong sound in the ear, which stopped for a moment.
And my feet, on the ground again.
And We opened our eyes silently, and found ourselves standing in an alley, facing one another, in a loud street.
Turns out the world outside the estate was like this.
I used to listen to the servants in the estate when they were just whispering, and they were happy to talk about what happened in the outside world.
I can only remember it in my heart and I’ve been sneaking around for a long time.
Now when I’m finally on this free land, I’m a little ecstatic.
The streets, almost all blondes come and go.
I consciously pulled the hood over my head to make sure it covered my hair and most of my face.
I turned my head, but I saw no sign of evil gods.
Then suddenly there was a cold touch in my forehead, and the next moment I heard a proud man whispering, “The humble man does not deserve to see me.” I’m sorry.
I followed the sound to the other side and saw the evil gods.
It’s only Helton who explained it to me in the end: “I left a mark on your forehead, and now only you can see me. I’m sorry.
I said, “Okay, stay close. I’m sorry.
I took my feet out of the alley, went down the street and tried to get into the crowd.
There’s all kinds of shops on the street, and I’m a little moved to sell all sorts of new and funny things.
I held out my hand and touched the gold in my pocket, and I felt a bit down.
It’s a little bit of gold I’ve been saving for years.
There are also some food vendors on the street.
And then, when the sweet fragrance floats into my nose, I follow the taste of it to a dessert stand.
The boss said with enthusiasm, “Just steamed dessert, two gold coins. I’m sorry.
“Hello, I want two.” I’m sorry.
When I picked up the dessert my boss handed me, I turned around and kept walking.
Even though I knew that evil gods did not eat human food, I was still happy and whispered in a friendly manner, saying, “Here’s a piece of cake just bought.” I’m sorry.
As expected, I got a smile: “Can you give me the food of a lowly human?” I’m sorry.
“Sorry! I’m sorry.
Even though I say so in my mouth, I’m a little bit flattered.
I pick up a piece of cake and taste it.
Mmm-hmm. The sweetness of malt sugar melted in the moment of mouth, sweet without getting tired, and the happiness of the moment surrounded me.
The evil gods look at the young girl who smiles so brightly because of two pieces of cake.
Well, the joy of this weak human is cheap.
However, as the young girl’s little mouth tastes of sweet cake, his pupils gradually become darkened.
On the first nine days, I walked through the streets and alleys of Al-Quds Al-Sharif with an invisible evil god.
Al-Quds Al-Sharif in the autumn is full of maple leaves and is beautiful.
And every morning the evil gods will bring me out of the Rotton Estate as they have promised.
And when night falls, he will send me back to the attic to rest.
In the last few days, the evil spirits have been quieter and rarely talked to me. I’m used to not disturb him on my own initiative, but I look at him sometimes with my head in the dark.
In Al-Quds Al-Sharif, the buildings I used to pass, even the grass, I put them in my head.
For more than a decade, only these days, I got a moment of freedom.
The tenth morning coincided with the celebrations in Al-Quds.
The streets are full of vehiculars and crowds.
Demons stand in cold blood in no man’s corner.
And I’m trying to get in front of the crowd, and I want to see the show.
It’s just that the crowd’s getting crowded, and I can only be pushed passively along with the crowd.
At that point, I didn’t know who was coming in the back, and I fell to the ground, and the hood accidentally fell, and my head was full of black hair.
There came a cry in the crowd: “Ah, she has dark eyes!” She’s a heretic, a bad man! I’m sorry.
And then it started to explode in the crowd.
The crowd that was squeezing on me was backing back and giving me a circle.
I held up the ground and stood up.
I tried to get out of here, but the crowd surrounded me and I couldn’t get out.
And We sought out the shadow of the evil God, and looked not far from it, and he looked at me with his lips turned and mocked, and looked down at me,
And I can only stand in a circle and listen to what’s all about, discrimination and contempt:
“Oh, my God, why is she here? I’m sorry.
“The black hair represents the darkness. She’s cursed by light!” I’m sorry.
“She will bring evil!” Why does she have a face here?”
In these days, I thought I had briefly escaped the nightmare I had.
But once I took off my hood and showed my face, it was still a monster and heresy that was not accepted in the world.
I look at the eyes of the people before me, or the eyes of contempt or terror, and the sight begins to become somewhat blurred.
Just the next moment, it suddenly gets quiet around.
Then a moment of darkness suddenly covered most of my face. Slowly, my eyes were focused, falling in front of me, in the chest of a tall man.
An evil God, who stretches out his hands with clear and long bones, and puts his hood on my head once again.
I felt comforted by the moment of darkness.
And the people around, they seem to be locked in, holding on to the move.
“I want to get out of here.” I’m sorry.
Evil eyes are light, no words.
But soon, when I got back, I was in another place.
“Where is this?” I asked a question.
“I don’t know, just stop here. “Look at you as a human being who’s frightfully fretted by the troupe.
The devil’s face thought it out.
I looked around until I found the large tablet on top of my head, written “Vaya.”
It’s a peaceful town.
Unlike Al-Quds Al-Sharif, there are few people.
Occasionally, two or three companions rush into a shop not far ahead, with excitement and anticipation in their eyes.
I couldn’t help but look at the man next to my eyes: “I want to see him too. I’m sorry.
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So we went to the store.
It was only after coming in that it was a teahouse in which many people were already sitting.
And on top of the table, sitting on a juyasian, looking at a book.
I went in to find a place to sit down and pulled a chair next to it.
I got a tight head on the hood.
The audience was full, the men on the stage laughed and then rose and bowed to the audience.
And then you start to tell stories.
Many young girls came to the table today, so the men told a love story that was entangled and sulking back into the intestines.
When it comes to the story of the male and female masters, who care for each other’s lives, the evil gods sneer at each other: “A foolish human being will be caught up in love, and will give up a short life and be foolish and ridiculous.” I’m sorry.
I opened my mouth and I couldn’t say anything.
Indeed, there is nothing but a small trace of his long life.
Evil God, how could there be love?
And I, a person who has never felt love since I was a child, is not entitled to judge the subject of love.
Although I am moved by the love of the man and the woman who are the masters of the story, I understand that I have had no chance and no luck in my life.
Besides, I’m about to do something, crazy, that could get me out of this.
We’ve heard other people’s stories in that teahouse from afternoon to evening.
Today is the tenth day.
When the night came, the evil gods took me back to that dark, damp attic.
It’s just that when my feet just touched the wooden floor of the attic, before standing, my neck was strangled by a cold hand.
“Are you ready to sacrifice your soul?” I’m sorry.
And I endured the tremors of my heart, so I calmed myself to the eyes of the men: “Ten days are still a little short of what has been said.” Besides, don’t you want to have a complete and pure soul? I’m sorry.
The demons are staring at me in cold blood and waiting patiently for my next sentence.
“I want to wash myself and give you my soul. I’m sorry.
And the evil God loosed my neck, but the cold abdomen fell on my hair, scoffing around its tails, and then touched my earlid.
His voice is dumb and dark as if it were a lover: “Then follow you.” I’m sorry.
He lays down his eyelids, the moon shines out of his window, and my back is covered in cold sweat.
I was busy preparing for the bath, burning hot water.
Fortunately, there’s a screen in the cabin.
After pouring hot water into the tub, I looked outside the screen, and turned my back on me, moving like a statue of a man standing.
I slowly faded away from my shirt and stepped into the tub, and the sound of the water was soon flooded.
I touched the knife, which was ready, and I drew it on the white, thin arm, and the red blood came out, and I was so close…
The taste of blood is dim in the air, and the senses of the evil gods are so sharp that they find it wrong.
And the mighty evil God turned and walked, and he raised his hand and opened the screen, and looked down on me with rage: “What are you doing? How dare you lie to me!”
I smiled at him and I didn’t talk.
A pompous and sanctified evil God likes to strip the pure and complete soul from the flesh.
And now, because of the ugly wounds, I may lose too much blood, and perhaps the soul may no longer be perfect. How can evil God bear it?
And I stretched out my other hand and pulled him, trying to make him look at me.
Evil gods follow my hand and lean towards me.
The time has come for me to bear the pain of my wounds and kiss the lips of evil spirits.
I suddenly felt a little funny and even cute when I looked at the evil God who had always been tall because of my sudden movements.
Suddenly, I put a hand behind my back and grabbed me.
It’s obvious that the other side’s taste of meager food has deepened the kiss.
And when I saw the deepening desire in his eyes, I remembered that evil gods were evil gods.
It’s about time I bit the devil’s lips, a kiss with blood.
At the same time, I began to read the spell.
And at that moment the evil gods were restored to light.
He quickly realized what a weak human being was doing.
She wants to make a deal, and she wants to make the evil God above her, her servant…
I’ve already read half the spell, but suddenly I hesitated.
He could have lived forever and freely.
And if I break my bond with him by force, he will lose all this because of the bond of His bond.
I’m not envious. Freedom is a wonderful and important thing, and I’ve known it for 18 years in the attic and 10 days outside the estate.
I feel my body getting colder and stunned by the loss of blood, and when I read the penultimate sentence, I stopped.
Perhaps I should not have been born, as they say, I was abandoned by light.
I can’t just walk in the sun and in the crowd with my black-haired pupils.
I’m heresy, bad man.
And even though evil be upon him of all kinds, He has bestowed upon me this life, the most joyful of ten days of freedom.
The book says that adults usually teach children to be honest and good people.
This time, I think, I should be a man of faith, and I promised my soul for ten days.
I should keep my word.
A man like me might have fallen into the abyss.
Just die and forget everything.
Even if my soul is taken by evil spirits, it doesn’t matter to me anymore.
I’m just, really tired.
It also seemed as though the evil gods were surprised that I had not fulfilled the spell of the covenant, and that the success was at hand.
But the next moment, just before my mind fell into darkness, I saw only the angry and twisted face of the evil God: Do not let me see you again, despised humans, lest We should strangle you. And I won’t take your call again. I’m sorry.
I was woken by the screams under the attic.
I wrinkled my head from the bed.
I’m still alive after I tried to drag the evil God down the altar!
I strangled my inside thigh, and it came out with a clear pain.
It’s not a dream, I’m really alive.
I was busy lifting my arm, which had been cut by a knife, but I found it smooth and without any wounds.
Is that him? Hard to imagine.
They’re still calling me downstairs. I’m getting dressed.
So the housekeeper sent me to call my maid, and she told me, “Mrs. and Miss Beveka have returned, and there will be a great event in the estate, so go with me to the front room and help set it up.” I’m sorry.
I followed him.
While I was carrying a flower pot in the front room, Befka came to me and showed me a strange smile, and said, “Do your best. I’m sorry.
I bowed my head and carried a flower pot somewhere else.
I’ve been cleaning up the estate with other servants for days. From their mouths, I put together one thing from time to time — the house of Rothton and Marquis Hosde.
Apparently, the Rotton family is a Miss Befka, and that’s probably the good thing about Befka and Hosde.
Besides, I heard they asked to skip the engagement and get married next week.
No one looks forward to that day more than I do to Beveka getting married.
It was also to be hoped that that day would be taken away from the estate and never return.
Because if you don’t leave, Mrs. Roland says she won’t send me to anyone.
No one’s been picking on me these days, and the two weeks have gone very fast.
Tomorrow is Beverly’s wedding day.
I’ve just finished helping, and I’m on my way back to the attic, and I have to get my things ready.
It’s just a familiar loft, not far ahead. I couldn’t help but step up.
All of a sudden, I was in a coma when a handkerchief with a potion covered my nose and my mouth.
When I wake up, it’s the next day.
I found myself in a red and festive room surrounded by luxurious decorations and displays.
And I’m tied to a stool in front of the dresser, and I’ve got a thick towel in my mouth.
Befka was standing right behind me, and I saw her smiling face through a comb.
She said, “Father asked me to marry that damn Hosde, you know that old man has tortured three wives longer than his father. But who makes me Miss Rotton? I’m sorry.
I have a bad feeling.
She put her hand on my shoulder, pressed it hard, but then it seemed like she remembered something, and stopped destroying me: “You have to thank me, because I told my father that you were the daughter of the Rotton family, and that you should marry me.
Don’t you envy me? Now, I’ll give you the chance to be Miss Rotton. I’m sorry.
I struggled so hard that it didn’t work.
Then another mature woman sounded, “O Dale, don’t worry. I’ve talked to your father. Just marry your sister.” I’m sorry.
Subsequently, Befka took out a tube of needles and stuck them to my arm.
I think that’s a drug that softens the bones, because after that needle, I can’t give it any more.
She had to put a veil on my face and put on her dress.
And then, all the way upside down, I was carried into a place.
I guess I’ve been sent to the Marquis of Hosde.
I can feel my body’s consciousness coming back, and it’s not going to be long before this drug works.
The man who sent me here, Joe, felt sure I would not escape the estate and untie me the rope that bound my hands.
Besides, I’m getting married instead of Beveka, and if Marquis Hosde finds out that the bride is being kidnapped, I’m afraid there will be more trouble.
Soon the room will be quiet and I’ll be alone.
I’d like to move and reach out and take the veil off my head, but at this point I can’t even carry it.
One minute and a second, my heart is filled with fear, if I can’t get out of here today, I’ll be stuck in this new cell forever, or in this cell.
Marquis Hosde is said to have close ties to the royal family, and therefore, even though he has already died of three wives, Wade can only agree when he proposes to marry the Rotton family.
Because Wade was not afraid to offend the Marquis, let alone a Marquis who was close to the royal family.
It’s just that Befka was his daughter growing up with his hands, and he probably really loved her.
So Wade agreed to replace my illegitimate daughter with his precious daughter and marry an older Marquis.
I totally gave birth to that man who gave birth to me.
If I had a choice, I would never have come back to the world.
I hate them, I’ve never been so clear.
After a while, I felt a little bit of strength, and I tried to lift my hand and try to lift the veil.
At that time, there was a noise coming out of the door, and I put my hand down and sat still.
When someone pushed the door in, before they came to me, I smelled a strong smell of wine, which was so stingy.
Then a rough hand “brushed” my veil.
I looked up and saw an old man in his 40s, probably the Marquis Hosde.
“Yo, little beauty shines beautiful…” And when a man stares at me with those obnoxious eyes, I wish I could blind him immediately.
“Wait, you’re not Wade’s daughter. I’ve seen her before. Who are you?” And Hosde is about half drunk.
When I heard this, I tried to get a chance for myself: “Yes, I am not Beveka, the daughter of Count Wade, who has tied me up in her place, so make sure the Marquis is in charge of me!” I’m sorry.
I underestimated the disgustingness of the old man in front of me, because the next moment, he laughed so mean, “It’s okay, Befka, I’ll get her, you-me too! I’m sorry.
I’m in a great panic, because even with my strength back, it’s obvious that I’m not the opponent of this strong man in front of me, not to mention that there seems to be someone watching the door.
And I looked at him with great indignation, and he seemed to be extremely displeased with my eyes.
My hands have been secretly punched under my sleeve.
All of a sudden, Hosted pushed me down on his bed in a very rough way, and I punched him in the eye with all the force I could use, and then he fell over his wrist.
He’s too heavy, and I’m stuck with a needle, and it’s hard to move.
His coarse hand has begun to untie my dress and is extremely skilled.
I struggled so hard that, under the weight of the other side, I did not raise any incriminating forces, but rather caused men to become interested and speeded up.
I struggled uselessly and shed tears of pain and despair.
In a moment, I suddenly thought of the evil god.
The last time I did that to him, he didn’t kill me, but I remember the last thing he said to me: “Don’t let me see you again I will never receive your call again.” I’m sorry.
He must be very angry.
Evil spirits, do you have such emotional fluctuations?
And I am unwittingly murmuring the ancient spell, which is finished, and there is no miracle.
Evil God, did not appear.
He won’t really forgive me. I won’t forgive my sinner who tried to bring evil gods down from the altar.
He must have fallen asleep again.
I only have one coat left.
They say that there is no limit to the potential of a man in a desperate situation, and I feel now that I have recovered a little bit, and I can feel my face twisted.
I did my best to bend my legs and hit a man’s vulnerability.
The man ate the pain, untied my hand, slapping me like a bitch. “I’ve got a little bit of a head.
I took the opportunity to roll under the bed and pick up a dress that was scattered on the ground, covering myself.
Angry Hosted stepped out of bed and came towards me.
I couldn’t do much with my leg, and he pulled my hair back from behind without a few steps. The pain made my senses clear, and I fell down.
The man strangled me with his hands, surrounded me with an endless sense of suffocation, and my red face and my hands beat his hands so hard that it didn’t help.
In a panic, a knife suddenly appeared in the light of my sight. I couldn’t think, move a hand, quickly hold the knife and stick one in Hosde’s thigh.
And Hosde screamed, and let go of my neck, with his hands covered in blood and his thighs, and cried, “Come on! Somebody!
I stood up with a knife, put it in front of me and stood ready to face those who were coming near me.
It’s just that no one came in after Hossade screamed painfully.
I kept walking back with my little knife and gradually back to the door, and Hosted was looking at me with his eyes full of eyes, and he was afraid to come near me for a while.
I had the courage to push the door and find it empty.
I left behind Hosted screaming loudly, standing barefoot on the cold ground and running out.
There’s only one voice in my mind: “Get out of here!” I’m sorry.
I have a knife, I have blood on my hands, and there’s sharp gravel on my feet, and I can’t even feel the pain, and my nerves are numb.
When the passers-by met the man on the patrol, I hid in a hiding place, and when they left, I continued to fall and run for no time and finally arrived at the gate of the estate.
There was no one at the door.
I really escaped.
I have an unreal feeling.
As I fled, my mind gradually returned to the cage and my strength largely recovered.
I was quick to think about what to do next.
In the end, I decided to go to the edge of Al-Quds Al-Sharif.
I cannot leave Al-Quds Al-Sharif at all because I have no money and no identity papers.
Fortunately, I visited the streets and streets of Al-Quds Al-Sharif the other day, and my memory was good.
While it was dark, I tightened my skirt and kept running.
I fainted in front of a family when I was exhausted.
A lonely grandmother picked me up.
The next day, I was woken up by a bunch of pills.
A white-haired grandmother came with a bowl of pills.
When I woke up, Grandma gave me the medicine, told me what happened last night and asked me whether I was feeling better.
I’m a little sour in my heart, growing so big, feeling for the first time the kindness offered to me by strangers.
Grandma doesn’t seem to mind my black-haired pupils.
I laughed and told Grandma I was fine, just homeless.
Grandma caressed my head with kindness and told me that she was living alone, so I stayed with her.
I just stayed at my grandmother’s house, talked to her, helped her with the housework, squeezed her back.
I’ll sit at the door with my grandma when the sun is good.
I’ve been through this for two days.
I’ve always dreamed of this peaceful happiness.
It would be nice if time could stop at this moment forever.
On the third day, I volunteered to buy food for Grandma at the market.
Today’s fair is not too crowded. I’m going to buy food in my grandmother’s hat.
There’s a billboard in front of you. I couldn’t help but stand behind them and look.
When I saw the wanted sign on it, I fell like an ice hole.
I am the murderer of Marquis Hosde, and I am still at large.
If anyone sees me, report it right away.
In the last row, it was emphasized that “where a fugitive is held in hiding, he will be punished with the same punishment.” I’m sorry.
I don’t understand the shock. I remember putting a knife in Hosde’s leg. Why would he die? Is it because of the loss of blood?
I turned around, I pressed my hat down, and nobody saw me.
So I went back and I thought a lot.
When I walked into Grandma’s house, everything was clear.
It is only a matter of time before I find myself in the Holy City.
I laugh, maybe it’s my life.
Escape from one hell and be thrown into another.
I chose not to tell Grandma about me, either to scare her or to let the only old man who gave me warmth be in danger.
I took Grandma to sit down and told her I’m sorry I didn’t buy her food, and I need to do something right now.
Grandma gently wipes my tears, and my heart hurts so much that I don’t cry and ask what happened.
I comforted her by saying that I remembered that I had a relative and that I needed to make a trip and that she had to keep it a secret from me.
I told Grandma I’d come back and see her if I had a chance.
Grandma’s eyes are red, and I grabbed her and said goodbye.
Then I took the hood and went out to check, and nobody saw me.
So We left the alley, and went out into the street, and passed through the crowd, and unmasked the wanted sign to the guard post.
I took the hood off my head, and I put on a wanted notice, saying, “I’m from the head. I’m sorry.
Soon the guards took me away and returned to the centre of Al-Quds.
Because this time the deceased was a Marquis with close ties to members of the royal family.
I was also informed that Vader, Loland and Beveka were arrested because of me.
I don’t suppose Bevka would have thought she’d find a double who could have dragged her to hell.
I pulled a sarcastic smile.
I heard that Hosted’s death was tragic, and that the killer was cruel.
If I wasn’t sure if the killer was me before, I knew there was someone else.
After all, there should be a lot of enemies.
And according to the men of the estate, I was the only one who entered Hosde’s house that day, and they bit me.
After the real killer had finished, the alibi was perfected.
I don’t know where the real killer is now, but I’m tired of defending myself.
For Our black eyes are already what they perceive as a great sin.
A man like me, guilty of such a crime, of course.
My excuses, they won’t believe me.
Moreover, they are in dire need of a sinner to settle the murder of the Marquis in order to answer to them.
They’ll catch the killer in a few days because of the pressure.
It doesn’t matter who. It’s important that I have a reasonable motive.
Ridiculous.
But what I do think now, more than an argument, is that those three men in the Rhoden Estate who have pushed me to hell in one step and another.
Even if I have to pay the price of my life.
The world, I came, it was bitter.
I don’t really want to continue with the suffering that has been raging on me.
In court, I accepted the murder in peace.
I was sentenced to death.
Vide, Loland and Beveka were sentenced to life imprisonment.
I sat silently on death row and listened to two warders who were not far away, saying, “Did you hear, one died yesterday, two went mad…”
Their voices are getting smaller in the back, I can’t hear them, and I’m tired of listening.
I sat on my knees against the wall and closed my eyes.
What I didn’t realize was that, unlike other methods of execution, I was given a fire sentence.
Because I killed a man, a black-haired child, a monster, a symbol of the devil.
They believe that only the Fire will consume all my sins.
On the day of the execution, the execution was carried out in public in the square of the market.
There’s a lot of people waiting around.
I went to the table with heavy handcuffs and shackles, and when they removed them, they tied my hands and feet to the pillars of the fire.
And the warm sun pours down upon it, and gives it pious, and desires the sons of light.
And they said, “She’s the devil!” I’m sorry.
Burn her!
“She’s a dark-haired monster, a heretic! I’m sorry.
“Mom, is this sister really the killer? I’m sorry.
“Don’t talk nonsense…”
“…”
The bells were ringing from the far church and the doves were scattered to a distance.
I’m a little tired and my eyes are closed. Somehow I thought of that one again.
I didn’t even have time to say I was sorry for what he was doing, even though he was ruthless and tall…
I hope he doesn’t wake up like me again next time.
As the executioner raised the burning torch, I could feel the flames at my feet, spreading, the burning of firewood giving out the sound of cracks, and the thick smoke.
I started breathing hard because black smoke broke into my throat and I coughed hard.
I suddenly felt that I might not be as brave as I thought, because my five officials might have suffered so much to distort.
The flames have climbed up my skirt, and the smoke is making me cry.
My legs are burning, my throat is silent and I can only weep in pain.
The ears keep buzzing.
The loud crowd seems to be moving away from me.
I wish it would be over soon. I’m conscious.
They say that when people die, it’s the hearing that disappears.
Is it an illusion? A cold, familiar man blows into my ear with the wind: “Isn’t it hard for me to do this before? That’s good. I’m sorry.
The proud and familiar tone brought back my will.
I think I know who’s coming.
And the sky, which had been clear for a thousand miles, was clouded by a cloud, and darkness overtook it, and a strange wind came forth, and quickly extinguished the fire which had just begun, and my rope was unnamed.
In the strange and mysterious black fog, he slowly walked out of a man:
Tall, silver pupils.
Well, I almost desecrated — evil.
The crowds below began to riot, and the horrors and scoldings were raging.
Those who were arguing before to burn me were under the weight of a force, kneeling on their knees and shaking.
Just a moment later, the noises of all kinds stopped.
The space above and below the pyrophagus seems to have been cut apart into two worlds by the mere hand of evil spirits.
I can’t feel my hands and feet. I’ve lost the support of the gallows.
There was no imagined pain, because I suddenly fell into a cold embrace: “How can you be so weak every time I see you?” I’m sorry.
A pair of pale and long hands caught me and held me up.
If it’s normal, I might be scared.
But on the platform of the fire, at this very moment, I feel at peace.
“Humans, do you count on what you said before? * Hold my hands * * As if there was a slight shaking *
Before I went into a coma, that was the last thing I heard, and I had no idea which one he meant.
I’m just making a silly laugh at that pretty, cold face on my head.
“Don’t laugh, it’s ugly. I’m sorry.
I’m completely in a coma.
When I woke up, I found myself in a huge, empty room.
It’s more like a palace than a room.
I feel familiar, but I can’t remember why.
I’ve just remembered my body. It hurts and it hurts.
After a rough cough, I coughed a lot of blood.
I realize I may not have much time.
And suddenly the evil God looked down at me.
I had a mouth, my voice was so dumb, I couldn’t say anything, I had to keep an eye on him.
Then suddenly the arrogant evil God turned his back and drew his face towards me, and turned his eyes towards him.
He said, “Recognize with me this time — I wish. Save you and share with you my lonely and eternal life.
I looked at him with shock, not to make my soul wish to him, but to make a covenant with him.
To the devil? Did I see the ancients before?
As if the evil God had understood my face, he looked at me in anger: “It is not the bond of the Lord! It is the bond of life.” I’m sorry.
You know what? I’m sure I understand.
“Being with me, and then in my… your body will recover. I’m sorry.
I didn’t ask about the part in the middle where he jumped.
Having experienced a real life and death, it is clear to us that since death is neither feared nor feared, there is no fear.
Light and darkness are no longer important.
If it gets cold, two cold people leaning together, will it warm?
I didn’t hesitate to nod my head.
And the evil gods leaned their blood on my lips and fed me his blood.
It’s whispering in the ear, complicated and obscure.
And the good-looking God recited old spells, and then black fog surrounded us.
And the evil God descended upon my ear, and a low voice sounded: “Humans, remember our name Assazler. I’m sorry.
I suddenly felt it burning. Is it branded?
When the mist disappeared, Asazler, the evil god, looked at the young girl, and suddenly appeared a slightly worse smile: “You will never leave me again.” I’m sorry.
He did not tell her that the price to be paid for her life together is half the life of evil spirits.
He doesn’t care, because he has eternal life, and even if he cuts in half, he is far enough.
And now he has a clean, sole soul.
He won’t be bored anymore.
With evil, death will no longer be her end. Even a soul, he can bring her back to him.
Wherever she is, he will find her.
How could a demon make a bad deal?
He used to yearn for this clean human soul. It must taste good as food.
But later, he was no longer satisfied with her soul.
He longs for her body, heart, soul.
She was abandoned by this stupid world.
Having waited so long, he finally waited for her to give up completely on the world she had been in.
Now she only has him.
Maybe she was born for him, good boy.
She will fall in darkness, with Him, and share eternal darkness and joy.
On the seventh day I was brought back to the castle by evil spirits, I finally recovered and I was able to get up and move.
This time, I noticed that the entire floor of the room was covered with carpets that seemed extremely valuable.
Was it when you first arrived? I can’t remember.
I’m naked on a white carpet, and under my feet I feel so fluffy and comfortable.
I stepped on it and turned around.
And suddenly, with one hand out behind my back, I was taken into my arms.
I turn and look to the evil gods.
And my nostrils touched his chest, and leaned upon him unconsciously, and then I smelled the fragrance of his briquettes.
I suddenly remembered where I saw this room — the dream I had!
I’m getting red on my face.
Shit!
Only at this moment, there is no big mirror in this room.
Azazler just came back from outside.
And We humbled our feet, and We dazzled a petal of her shoulder.
The mighty evil God suddenly put me up and held me up.
And at the next moment, a cold kiss fell upon my lips, a little rough, and said: ‘Eer, please me. I’m sorry.
This is the first time that he has called me by my name, and I’m a little confused about him.
Azazler picked me up and put me on the carpet.
Then I wonder what came to mind, and when the evil gods waved and a mirror appeared, they stood near me.
It’s the mirror I dream of…
I was put on the carpet by Azazler.
At this moment, my legs are stuck between the carpet and Azazler…
Assazler’s voice is dumb, and his voice is silent, and his tail sound is even worse: “Leave me.”
I breathed gently, and he looked at me in silence, and drew the black hair of my face: “That day I forgot to say, the grace of God will nourish you and your body will recover. I’m sorry.
I suddenly finally realized.
“Did you think about this before this?” I said. I’m sorry.
“Not really. “It’s a lot more than that.” I’m sorry.
How shall the evil gods tell him of the teenage girls in his arms, starting with her calling him out, and every time when she is with her, those crazy thoughts appear in his heart, mixed with the delicate emotions of some thought?
And He stood in darkness, looking at her for a long time.
Before, he didn’t understand what that meant.
And now he seems to know something.
It’s okay, He and her, there’ll be a lot of time, and he’ll slowly tell her, by his actions, what he hides in his heart and what he doesn’t know.
The night outside the window was boundless, and the blood moon covered the castle, crawling with plumes.
There was a wind that blew a thick fragrance into the castle.
The black clouds slowly roll and swallow the moonlight.
Tears have been shed, and the calves have had to be squeezed and bent up and back.
And I, at last, have clearly seen me and Assyzler at the mouth of their hearts, a multiplicity of their deeds.
I couldn’t help but put my hand on it.
It’s always shaking.
For some time now, my eyelids have become heavy and I feel like the next minute I may fall asleep.
And that god, doesn’t seem to think so.
Under the castle, the bouquets were blown by the wind and shivering.
My palms are spread out, a long, tight hand with me.
And when my ears are blown with joy and evil murmuring: ‘Ah, how can this not be? There is no end to our future. I’m sorry.
Her soul is clean, sweet, he loves it.
The evil parable of evil God makes him want to make the maidens, the whole of them, blemish his breath.
This, alone, belongs to him, the good and lonely soul.
When I was free, Azazler asked me what I wanted.
I said I wanted to see the sun rise.
But I know that this is impossible, because this is the realm of evil spirits — the abyss of exile.
It is covered in darkness, and it will only last forever.
Assazler laughed so wildly that he held me up and landed on top of the castle.
I sat above him.
It is He Who has circled me in his arms, and the other hand has a complex mark, and has turned towards the sky.
And the sky, which had been covered with blood, was turned into an ordinary morning sky.
The sun will come out, and the twilight will float in the sky like a golden silk.
This scene is so beautiful. Suddenly, I also realized that there was nothing beyond me, a true evil god, that he could not do.
“If you like it, how about this place, the sun and the blood moon?”
I’m suddenly having a laugh when I think about that weird picture. I’m slightly migraine, looking at the man next to me.
Once again, it must be lamented that, from any point of view of the past, the perfect face of Assazler could not have identified any defects.
And his lips, they look so sweet…
And suddenly I sensed that I was not in control of him, and drew near Assazler, and gently turned his lips upon him.
He seems to be pleased with my actions and has a strong arms that surround me.
I leaned, slowly hugged him.
The roses that crawled over the castle also seemed to bloom under this beautiful sky, and the radiant fragrance was in the air.
“There will be no one to disturb us after this, except you and me…” Azazler whispered.
I opened my eyes and looked at the evil God of the silver pupil, whose face was a strange love for me.
Yeah. I close my eyes again and meet him.
We are two lonesome individuals who find themselves in the dark, and then in the dark, in the dark.
The sun was rising and the young girls in their arms fell asleep.
Azazl approaches her softly and with the fragrance of a young woman’s body.
Evil gods do not allow themselves to be weak, let alone to have low and low feelings.
But if it was her, he thought it was not impossible.
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I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
