Calvin expected Lady Anna to notice that something was wrong.

Even though he already knew the end, he still waited in vain.

In fact, Lady Anna did realize that something was wrong......

She stood in the doorway, staring strangely at the dog on the altar.

"It's ...... Darling?"

She asked.

The Advent nun's face was once again with that mask-like smile.

"Of course, Darling looks much better than he did before, doesn't he? but because it's just undergone a ritual, it might be a little bit before it wakes up. ”

"But ......"

Lady Anna continued to stare at the white dog, the muscles around her eyes throbbing unnaturally. Then she took a few steps forward and approached the white dog, her lips trembling slightly as she stroked the white, smooth fur of the little thing.

An unnatural look flashed in the nun's eyes.

She reached out and put her palm on the back of Madame Anna's thin hand.

"Do you feel it? Your dog is healthy, young, and energetic again. Praise the Son with me, praise the miracles He has bestowed upon us, From now on, you will no longer have to face the pain of your beloved pet, not worry about the pet hospital bills, no more worrying about trying to feed him, and clean up his feces and urine...... Anna, I see you as my family, and that's why I'm so happy for you. Your life is already heavy enough, and Darling's improvement will finally give you some breathing room. This may be some kind of revelation that the Son has seen in your piety. ”

Calvin watched as Anna's pupils narrowed, and the strange expression on her face gradually became foolish and firm under the nun's persuasion.

"My Darling, I've become a good dog again. ”

She muttered, unable to tell whether she was speaking to the nun or to herself.

"Yes, he's a good dog now. ”

The Adventist nun's eyes narrowed, and she repeated the old woman's words.

At that moment, Calvin suddenly felt that something had touched him, and he turned his head sharply and looked at the wooden crate in the corner.

He met one eye.

It was a blurred eye, far less clear than Calvin had seen it when he first saw it, but still docile. It's just that this meekness is tainted with pain and confusion.

And so on –

Calvin rushed back into the corner and reached into the crate, the still soft and warm fur of his palm telling him that Darling was not completely cut off - the young man had been a little careless in handling Darling, so it still had a faint glimmer of life.

And because of the man's carelessness and carelessness, the blanket was not tightly covered, leaving a long gap between it and the ground. And the angle at which Darling was paralyzed on the ground happened to be able to see the scene of the outside world through this gap.

It's just that it's so badly injured that it can't move, it can't breathe, it can't make any sound.

It could only lie on the ground motionless, watching its master step by step into the room, and then reaching out to stroke the strange big white dog.

"Oh, my lovely Darling......"

It heard Lady Anna barking at the dog.

[Don't look at ......]

Calvin tried to block Darling's view, but he also knew that it was all in vain.

Darling still saw it.

It saw with its own eyes that Madame Anna hugged the strange dog after a brief hesitation, and at first the old woman's movements and expressions seemed a little stiff, but soon her movements became natural.

Perhaps because she had finally convinced herself, she accepted the nun's words without reservation, and took the dog away as if it were really Darling.

There was a great deal of anxiety and trepidation in Darling's eyes inside the crate.

It doesn't understand what's going on.

All it knows is that its owner has mistaken the dog, and if it hadn't been seriously injured, or if it wasn't so sick, it might still be able to struggle to bark.

But now it could only squirm its lips slightly, desperately opening its eyes wide.

It couldn't make a sound.

Calvin's body trembled, and he didn't know why he was so sad about an old dog.

["It's going to be fine, Darling, everything is going to be fine, it's not your fault, don't be sad......"]

Knowing that the dog couldn't hear anything, and even if he could hear it, he couldn't understand it, but Calvin couldn't help but speak incoherently at it.

Behind him, Madame Anna had already left the room with the dog, and after a stumbling conversation, the sound of a car starting could be heard outside the porch. The old man finally left with her ideal young and healthy "Darling", but Calvin no longer wanted to go over and find out what happened next.

Because in front of him, the real Darling's eyes finally dimmed. It no longer gasps, no longer squirms, no longer struggles.

Its body gradually became cold.

It finally died silently.

And at that moment, Calvin heard a roar—a bit like the barking of a wild dog, but more like the neighing of some unknown beast.

Calvin shuddered, then let out a painful gasp.

Images of lightning piercing into his mind like lightning where Darling's corpse met his ethereal palm. In a very, very short moment, Calvin saw a lot of images.

Sometimes he's just a spectator, but more often than not, he's the subject of those images.

Cats, dogs, rabbits, little girls, little boys, many little girls and little boys, little girls, little boys, little boys, little boys

"Ahh

Calvin was hunched to his knees, his blood convulsing from the pain and despair, his blood boiling hot, almost turning into magma, which was slowly flowing down the veins of his body and finally pooling on his back.

Suffering.

Crazy.

Severe pain and burning.

Calvin's mind went blank, leaving only an abyssal of pain and despair. He held his head in his hands, pressed his forehead to the ground, and began to cry.

A burst of white light spread behind the reddish eyelids, initially a soft light, but soon became more and more dazzling, like a whitish flame, almost burning Calvin's entire body from the inside of his body to ashes.

At Calvin's side, the ugly room of the Adventist church and the corpse of the pathetic old dog gradually began to decay into fine powder, and finally was swept into a white fog by the wind.

The whole world is gone, and all that is left of the whole world is white light and Calvin.

In the white mist, which could not see the borders and surged like chaos, Calvin's weeping and screaming could not be stopped.

Calvin was on the verge of collapse in agony, knowing that his surroundings were changing, but he didn't have any strength left to deal with anything. His body went limp, his muscles spasmed, and screams kept coming out of his throat as if he had a consciousness of his own.

I hate it all.

I want this world to be destroyed.

The black emotional venom that permeated countless broken hearts corroded Calvin's soul like venom.

Can anyone help me-

Who's going to set me free—

What little sanity Calvin had left wailed frantically in the depths of his heart.

"No one can help you. ”

Suddenly, an ethereal voice reached Calvin's ears.

The voice was hoarse, that kind of exhausted hoarseness, but even if it was so hoarse, it was difficult to hide the sweet and seductive voice.

The familiarity scared Calvin.

"But you know you can help yourself. ”

"You can be relieved. ”

"As long as you do—"

Calvin finally realized why the voice was so familiar.

He realized that it was himself speaking.

At this moment, his back suddenly became hot.

Hula-

Something broke free and spread out from his shoulder blades.

The demonic pain was gone, replaced by a sense of relief that could not be described in words.

The light that lingered around Calvin became brighter, as bright as if it were a flame burning to the extreme.

[No-]

Calvin's pupils narrowed to a thin point.

He let out a weak □□, and then, his consciousness was completely engulfed by the white light.

……

In a white mist that seemed to have no boundaries and occupied the entire universe, a man with long silver hair stood up quietly from the ground.

His purple pupils were frighteningly bright, like real jewels, and there were small, bright flashes of light on his iris.

And on his back, the gorgeous white wings stretched out lightly.

He was so beautiful, so beautiful that it is hard to describe one-thousandths of his beauty in earthly words.

But he also seemed so detached and cold.

In him, there is no pain or joy, no cruelty, but no mercy.

But it was like this that he stared down at his feet.

That's where the poor old dog used to die.

I promise you. 】

After a moment, he suddenly said word by word, without any ups and downs.

The moment his words fell, an old white dog slowly got up from the ground.

But it wasn't a real dog, it was a dead dog.

Its silhouette is hazy, and its swollen tongue and crushed head make it look like the protagonist of a horror movie. But it didn't seem to realize that there was anything wrong with it, and it walked around the man quite gently, arching its nose over the man's hand, and then snorting at the biting cold.

Then, it turned around and wagged its tail and quickly sank into the white mist. 166 Reading Network