Fugg looked at the feather in a daze. し。

And the feather started to light up, and it started to glow from the inside out.

At first it was the hazy glow of the pearl in the moonlight, and then the light became more and more intense, and the light was so white and pure that it seemed to melt the souls of all who looked at it.

Fuge's tears flowed out of the light, and his eyes tingled like a thousand silver needles were beating.

However, he had no way to look away.

In fact, at this moment, he couldn't even make the slightest movement.

The light caused him intense pain, but it was accompanied by an equally intense ecstasy.

Fugg felt his soul floating, and he could feel that the rest of his body was like him, being extracted from this heavy and ugly body by the light, washing away the dirt and ignorance, becoming more refined and cleaner. In the process, the boundaries between soul and soul began to blur, pain and pleasure coexisted, and he felt that he was burning in the flame of light, and so did everyone else.

Red Deer's thoughts swept over him like never before, and in a short moment, Fuge seemed to have glimpsed the same scene as the prisoner on death row many years ago.

An angel.

It was Calvin's body and face, stripped of all disguise, without a hint of concealment.

His long silver hair and purple pupils made him look incomparably holy and beautiful, but beneath his feet were ugly pools of blood and brimstone, The wings behind him were only pale skeletons, the swollen faces of the wicked alternated in the clouds, the saliva that flowed from the rotten lips formed a rain of fire from heaven, Their wails and □□ formed the rumbling thunder of this hellish scene, and the angels seemed to be unaware.

He stared calmly ahead of him, holding a blood-colored sword decorated with antlers in one hand while the other was resting lightly on the head of a large black dog.

At the sight of the dog and the sword, Fugg felt an indescribably strong sensation explode in his soul.

That's the red deer—

He was acutely aware of this.

The black dog with its bright teeth and red eyes, and its entire body wrapped in a cloud of fury and ominous smoke was the red deer.

The sword decorated with eyeballs and antlers, dripping with blood, was also a red deer.

And he, the soul of this named Fuge itself, is also a red deer.

White, bright halos shimmer in the fragments of Fugg, or Red Deer, or Vigilli, Moses, and Heathtu.

It's hard to call him by a simple name—they—the red deer and his fragments, they exist at the same time, but they don't exist, a whole new soul showing a rough outline in the holy light.

He slowly lay down, gasping and wriggling on the ground with a frenzy of frenzy and extreme happiness.

He wanted to kiss Calvin's toes and offer his most fervent soul and heart to this living angel. But just as the man's lips were about to touch Calvin's cold skin, a black shadow appeared behind the halo.

[Leave him!]

An extremely subtle, but also extremely loud sound, like thunder behind a dark rain cloud.

"Bang-"

"Bang-"

"Bang-"

……

This was followed by a series of shattering glasses.

The shadow of an old man flickered in the man's field of vision, and then the light emanating from Calvin came to an abrupt halt.

"No, no, no!"

Fugg screamed uncontrollably. As the light faded, the ultimate joy and happiness instantly disappeared like a punctured soap bubble, and Fuge's whole person seemed to be pulled by someone's ankle, and he suddenly withdrew from the moon to the dull and boring earth. Those fluttering souls were suddenly pressed back into this human body by the heavy pressure, and it felt like he had accidentally swallowed several fist-sized lead balls in one go.

Pain and dark sludge covered it, provoking the fury of Fugg and all of his personality.

"How dare you—"

A low, hoarse murmur of resentment rolled out of the throat of the handsome green-eyed young man.

With each syllable, the light around Fuge seemed to suddenly dim a lot, and almost at the same time, in the shadows of the room, there was a muffled grunt of great pain.

That muffled hum sounded like an old man's voice.

……

"Hmm......"

The young man with soft curly hair and green eyes fell to his knees, and a low wail came out of his mouth.

It wasn't until a few minutes later that Fugg struggled to control his body.

For some reason, the temperature in the room became so low that Fuge could even see the white air coming out of his mouth and nose as he breathed, and he heard a slight "buzzing" sound coming from the vents, which was the central air conditioner operating at maximum power, trying to turn the temperature back to the set pleasant degree.

He gasped and sat up slowly.

All the glass in this luxurious bathroom has been shattered, and the cracks have taken on a crooked cross shape. The shattered mirror reflected Fugg's current figure, a man who looked handsome in reality more like some kind of monster in the shattered mirror, his green pupils reflecting a glimmer of light almost like a beast.

There is a very faint and faint ** smell in the air.

A black-red liquid slowly seeped out of the cracks in the glass.

The look in Fuge's eyes grew colder.

Not far from him, Calvin fell to the ground in his previous position, his back dripping with blood. Fugg's brows furrowed as he struggled to control his body toward Calvin.

Calvin's back wound was horrible, or at least it seemed like it was - the old wounds from the previous amputated wings were all open and flesh blurred.

As for the feather that Fuge had seen before, it was naturally long gone. It was a piece of stuff that only Fugg, or rather, the red deer, could see.

But to say that feathers are just some kind of illusion is not quite accurate.

Fugg examines Calvin's wounds, the scars of the past that have bloomed because cartilage is growing underneath the flesh and skin. It is conceivable that in the near future, Calvin will probably suffer a lot because of the new wings.

"My Angel ......"

Fugg muttered under his breath.

Calvin's blood was stained on his fingertips from the previous examination, and he almost unconsciously reached to his lips and licked the blood from Calvin with the tip of his tongue.

There was a slight shiver left in his body.

"No one can stop this, including you. ”

Savoring the slight sweetness of the blood with the tip of his tongue, Fuge lowered his head and said.

It looked like he was talking to himself, but he knew someone was ...... Or that there is something that is listening.

Under Fugg's gaze, fine beads of sweat oozed from Calvin's forehead, unconscious.

He was having a nightmare.

Or rather, a ...... he thought was a dream Dream.

Calvin saw a red door.

The door stood abruptly in a black mist, and the brass handles and mottled paint made the door look unusually dilapidated.

And in front of that gate, a familiar figure stood.

"Father's ......"

Calvin stared blankly at Dr. Holden in front of the door and called softly.

"Calvin. ”

Dr. Holden stood in front of the door and stared at Calvin, who looked older and sadter than at any other time in Calvin's memory—not even before he was dying in reality, and with an ominous aura of decay that haunted him.

"Don't be deceived by 'it,'" Holden said to Calvin word for word, "and what it lets you see is never reality." The girl had returned to where she was supposed to be, and she would never be able to fall behind that door. ”

The old man didn't say the name, but Calvin knew exactly who he was talking about.

Isa.

The little girl who died at an age when she shouldn't have died, the child who was tortured and □□, and finally was liberated.

Calvin had seen her alienated appearance in a vision, and I have to say that the scene really frightened him.

Dr. Holden's words made Calvin's heart involuntarily settle.

"That's good......," Calvin whispered, staring blankly at Dr. Holden's deadly gray face before continuing, "I miss you so much. ”

"I miss you too, my child. ”

Throughout the conversation, Calvin felt so light that he had to be very, very careful even when he spoke, and he felt that every breath he took seemed to move him a little further away from Dr. Holden.

It felt strange and unsettling, and of course Dr. Holden's wrinkled, lifeless face accentuated it.

"Calvin, you should be careful about the choices you make. Dr. Holden whispered to his child, looking worried and tired, "Don't let the darkness eat into your heart, don't be blinded by hatred and blood, don't be deceived by them—Calvin, you need to get back on the right path." ”

The right path?

Calvin didn't know how to respond to Dr. Holden.

When he heard this, all that came to his mind were the faces and desperate eyes of the children.

"I ......"

Calvin felt that he had a lot to tell Dr. Holden, but when he spoke, all the things that were swirling in his mind became blurred, and the words slid out of his lips so naturally.

"I want to kill them...... I must kill them all. ”

The moment the last word fell, Calvin was somewhat shocked to see the horrified expression on Dr. Holden's face, which seemed to remain forever calm.

"Heh......"

Who was it that gave Calvin a small chuckle in his ear?

Dr. Holden, Calvin's most trusted old man in the world, had his facial muscles twisted, and he opened his mouth as if he was shouting at Calvin, but the wonderful thing was that all Calvin could hear was silence—no, not just silence.

[Click-]

He heard the faint metallic sound of the doorknob turning.

On the bright red door behind Dr. Holden, the brass handle, which had been rubbed unusually smooth, spun up automatically.

Calvin's pupils narrowed suddenly.

Once again, a tide of uneasiness came over him, and he looked at Dr. Holden and exclaimed, almost instinctively.

"Don't let it open that door, don't-"

Calvin didn't even have time to finish his sentence when he saw Dr. Holden's figure writhing on the ground, and then swept away like a puff of green smoke in a thickening black mist.

At the same time, the red gate creaked and slowly slid open.

A black shadow appeared behind the door.

Calvin didn't know what he was afraid of, and he didn't know who the "it" he had been shouting about was.

But he felt chills all over his body, and fear made him shiver.

"Whew...... Call...... Whew......"

I don't know where the wind came from more and more urgently.

Calvin closed his eyes, and in the depths of his soul a biological instinct knew that he must never see the shadow that slipped out from behind the door—that would bring calamity and misfortune, a combination of filth and evil, the ultimate in the malice of this world.

He tried to flee, but he was so frightened that he found himself completely frozen, like a deer stiffening in front of the headlights.

Then he heard footsteps.

"Click. ”

"Click. ”

"Click. ”

……

Like the sound of fine handmade leather shoes stepping on marble.

It felt like a century had passed, but it felt like only a moment.

Something unusually cold touched Calvin's cheek.

Calvin's body jerked and bounced, a small whimper escaping from his lips.

"It" lifted Calvin's chin and traced it slowly across his cheeks.

Calvin trembled like a little dove in the rain, and after a while he realized that he was weeping in extreme fear.

There was a strange aroma in the air.

The cold fingertips of the visitor ran down Calvin's neck, slowly sliding towards his back like a poisonous snake.

"No ......"

When it finally touched the unusually sensitive part of Calvin's back, Calvin let out a low sob, uncontrollably.

Wings –

No, wings.

It wasn't until this moment that Calvin finally realized that something was wrong with his body.

The pair of wings on his back is what makes him so light.

The wings, which had been heavy in memory to the point of being shackled, were so light in this black dream that Calvin could easily float in mid-air.

It was only at this moment that the pair of wings were restrained by a pair of hands as cold as iron.

Without the flapping of his wings, Calvin felt his body begin to fall.

In a panic, Calvin finally opened his eyes. 166 Reading Network