Calvin and Reed hugged each other for a moment.

It's actually kind of weird -- according to the normal flow, they should do something more intimate than hugging.

After all, the atmosphere was perfect at the moment, and he and Reed were normal adult men, and the intense attraction between the two of them needed no words to describe it too much.

But for a long time, neither of them did any more action.

The two of them snuggled up to each other, so close that their bodies seemed to be able to soak each other.

In a trance, the red deer felt as if Calvin had suddenly become smaller, and had become his sweetest little pigeon, which he could completely tucked in the crook of his arm.

The breath of the innocent youth struck the red deer's neck, igniting a series of small, fiery sparks in the latter's body. Red Deer's heart was beating a little faster, and he reached out and grabbed Calvin's shoulder, his fingertips gently sliding over the other's shoulder. An indescribable intimacy enveloped Calvin and him, serene and peaceful, no longer superfluous soothing and physical entanglement (of course, in the depths of Red Deer's heart, he didn't mind going "further"), but such a hug was already good, very good.

It had been a long time since he had felt such peace—for a moment, he couldn't even perceive the presence of several other personalities in his consciousness.

He was just himself, not a fragment of a division, and he became whole.

The air was sweet, the blood was warm, his mental and soul systems were working smoothly, and he felt his emotions surging and his energy refreshed.

This was the gospel that his angels had brought to him.

The red deer tasted the joy and pleasure surging in his body, and his strength was recovering —

This made his tense nerves relax somewhat.

Unbeknownst to Calvin, Red Deer had actually suffered quite a bit of trauma during the fight with "it" last night.

It was not a visible wound, but a direct wound to the soul.

Red Deer rested his chin on Calvin's head, whose soft strands of hair made him feel soft and comfortable.

Calvin's emotions were transmitted through skin contact, like warm honey.

"I thought you were going to want to kiss me. ”

Then, Red Deer heard Calvin whisper in his arms.

"Hmm...... Of course I would like to. ”

Red Deer said.

Of course he did, Calvin looked up and chuckled, letting the red deer kiss the corners of his mouth.

"Oh my God......" Red Deer muttered softly, "I feel a little dizzy, you must have magical powers, you know? When I kiss you, I feel like I'm eating a lump of honey candy that is so soft that it's about to melt." ”

Calvin couldn't help but laugh even harder, and he stretched out his arm and wrapped his arms around Reed.

"You're talking like a boy who's in love at the age of seven. ”

He chuckled, but didn't show a look of displeasure.

"You must think I'm stupid. ”

Reed said to Calvin.

Calvin winked at him, "Yes, stupid. ”

As he spoke, Calvin's hand slid over the back of Reed's neck, then his shoulder blades and back.

They gently soothed each other, rubbing each other, like a pair of tired birds returning to their nests.

As the sky darkened, the golden-red sunset filtered through the glass walls, and the air was filled with the aroma of honey and fruit ripe.

Everything was beautiful and everything was just right.

Calvin sat up, and he pushed Reed onto the couch with his backhand, and with very little force, Reed lay down quite cooperatively.

Now Reed had to look up to see Calvin, their eyes intersecting, tangled with each other.

Calvin's hand pressed against Reed's tight, strong chest, and his strong, powerful heart beat violently under Calvin's palm like a surging drum through the flesh.

Calvin looked down at Reed condescendingly, and he could easily notice that the pupils of the latter's eyes had darkened, and the breathtaking green eyes had now become a deep dark green, like a deep pool covered with thick moss.

"Reed ......"

Calvin said softly.

Through the bones and muscles, the pulsations of Reed's body were clearly transmitted to Calvin. He could even feel the tension of the other man's muscles, and that slight tremor - the joke Calvin had made before seemed to come true, and the mature and handsome man now acted like a schoolboy who was just starting out.

But Calvin didn't know how beautiful he looked now. His skin was as soft and smooth as cow's milk, his eyes were as bright as fine jewels, and his silver hair was like moonlight, like mythril, and like silk threads scattered around his cheeks. Every breath he took was like a rose blooming, and as his hand rubbed Reed's skin, the heat seemed to melt his whole being into a puddle of honey.

Reed felt dizzy, Calvin's face gleamed in the golden glow of the setting sun, his eyes, his skin, everything about him was so flawless. Reed greedily sucked the flavor of Calvin, so sweet and beautiful.

Especially when Reed had to look up at Calvin in such a humble position, the secret pleasure made him feel a slight tingle.

"You can do whatever you want to me. ”

Reed whispered in distraction.

There seemed to be a golden mist floating in the emerald eyes.

And Reed's gaffe was passed on to Calvin.

Calvin's face was slightly hot, his heart was beating fast, there seemed to be a small spark burning in his veins, and the burning sensation spread all the way down his chest......

It spread to his back.

The air seemed to suddenly become viscous and heavy, and Calvin's brain went blank for a moment, and some invisible wave radiated outward from his central point. In this moment, the world stops and everything freezes.

He is the only one left in this world.

Pounding –

Pounding –

His heartbeat became so loud that it almost resounded through the heavens.

Calvin felt the muscles in his whole body tighten unconsciously, he raised his head high, his back bent back like a taut bow, he even raised his hands uncontrollably, his fingertips trembling—

"Hmm-"

He let out a low cry of pain.

This was followed by a strange sense of relaxation.

"Hula......"

Then he heard a rather unfamiliar voice.

"What?"

Calvin sensed that something was wrong, of course, and there was something wrong with his whole body. The moment he looked back, he lost his center of gravity so unexpectedly that he almost fell off the couch.

"Calvin!

Reid jumped to his feet, and he grabbed Calvin steadily.

"My back—damn my back—"

The sensation of a foreign object caused Calvin to panic, and he almost screamed.

That beautiful atmosphere...... It was taken for granted that it vanished in an instant.

"Calm down, Calvin, and let me see your back. ”

Reed pressed Calvin and said.

On Calvin's back, two strange bulges were constantly moving. Reed's heart was beating frighteningly.

Even though he had been mentally prepared, when Reed undressed Calvin and saw what was on his back, his heart was pounding, and he froze for a moment before returning to his normal thoughts

It was a pair of wings.

At first, the wings were very small, about the size of an adult's palm, but they were beautifully shaped—the kind of wings that you knew they were supposed to be on the back of an angel when you saw them.

Pure and snow-white feathers like first snow covered the wings, and with Calvin's agitation, the wings flicked continuously, and some thin down scattered on the couch.

"Oh God. ”

Red Deer covered his mouth, his eyes slightly moist from excessive excitement, and he almost burst into tears.

He subconsciously reached out and gently, fearfully, stroked the white and flawless wings—the wings were unusually soft to the touch, warm, and cloud-like.

And the moment the red deer stroked the pair of wings on his back, Calvin almost screamed.

His wings were unusually sensitive, and he could even feel the bumps in the fingertips of the red deer. The impact was so strong that Calvin completely lost the ability to think.

He could only instinctively hold his knees and curl up in a baby position.

"Don't ...... Don't touch my ......"

He felt like he was roaring, but in reality he only let out a broken moan.

The wings, under his subconscious control, lay motionless on his back, and if they had been larger, they would have wrapped Calvin's entire body tightly.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry ......"

Red Deer quickly withdrew his hand.

He covered his mouth to hide his expression, which was slightly distorted by ecstasy.

Then he slowly slid down the edge of the couch to the ground, a position that forced him to sit on his knees.

He tilted his head and gazed reverently and passionately at the panicked Calvin.

Without an explanation or explanation, Calvin seemed to already know what was going on in his body.

"Yes...... It's wings. ”

I don't know how long it took for Calvin to finally regain some of his senses. He turned his head sideways to look at Reed, his whole body trembling slightly, emotions diametrically opposed to Red Deer taking over his body, he gasped and asked in a low voice.

"It's wings. ”

He heard Reed reply hoarsely.

"Your wings have grown. ”

Reed repeated.

……

"Angel-angel-angel-angel coming-coming-"

In a completely lightless closed room in the "Angel Town", thousands of kilometers away from the Sapphire Royal Hotel, a man suddenly tensed his body and let out a frantic cry.

He grabbed his arms and cheeks with his hands, constantly rolling on the ground, spasming.

His nails quickly scratched his skin with blood, but he seemed to be completely unable to feel the pain. After a few seconds, the convulsions in his body stopped, but the madness in him did not fade in the slightest.

"He is back. He didn't forsake me, how merciful, how merciful......"

He rolled on the ground and sat up, muttering to himself.

A moment later, someone else's voice could be heard outside the door.

But the heavy stone walls, and the cast-iron gates, which were unusually thick and strong, almost comparable to the gates of the vault, diluted the sounds into a fuzzy noise.

The heavy cast-iron door was slowly pushed open, the ancient shaft grinding sharply.

A ray of light slanted through the crack in the door, and the sheer darkness finally faded.

It's a fairly enclosed room, and even a medieval dungeon can be called luxurious compared to it. The room was hastily piled up of the roughest stones, and even the long years had not made its craggy surface a little smoother.

Because there are no windows and the space is small, the air here is very turbid and smells bad.

There was no place for people to rest in the room, and even if they were lying flat on the ground, the uneven and unusually rough ground would make people feel like they were lying flat in the torture instrument called the Iron Maiden. But the low space makes it impossible for the people living in it to stand on their own feet.

To put it simply, as soon as you enter this room, the people inside can only be half-hunched and do not get any rest. At the same time, he had to struggle with the dampness and coldness of the room.

Anyone, as long as they are still in their right senses, will take this stone chamber for granted that it is a torture chamber.

And a miserable white figure was huddled in the stone chamber at this time.

The rays of light sent him a cry of pain, and he retreated like a burrowing animal towards the dark corners of the stone chamber.

"Your Excellency. ”

However, the call from outside the stone chamber was unusually submissive and humble.

The voice was made by a tall man in a black robe, he was very tall and very old. He has a rather kind face that makes him particularly convincing during campaigns and television interviews. If you want to contact him according to the normal channels, you need to make an appointment at least half a month in advance. Now, however, the old man was prostrate outside the dirty, cramped stone room, his forehead reaching the ground.

"Woo woo woo ......"

The pale shadow let out a mad whimper in the shadows.

But the old man, who was full of power among the people, shrank his shoulders in awe, pressed his body lower, his dry lips trembled, and for a long time he continued to whisper to "that man" cautiously, like an ancient slave without any personal rights.

"Great, revered, supreme Son, our light on earth, our deliverer and blessed one...... Please forgive sinners for disturbing you......"

"Get out—"

A shrill roar came from the shadows.

The man was still crying.

"Those wretched sinners are still waiting for your deliverance in the filthy earthly world. ”

The old man whispered, trembling at what he was going to do next.

But he knew he couldn't escape.

The old man slowly half-lifted himself, and with that deferential attitude, he walked to his knees into the stone chamber. Then he grabbed the white figure.

"Hmm...... Get lost...... Get lost...... Ahh

The latter began to scream, and he struggled frantically, scratching the old man's face like a mad cat.

But he was eventually forcibly carried out of the stone chamber by the old man. Basking in the bright light outside, the man hugged his head in pain.

Even if you look at his skin, which is so pale that there is not a trace of blood, you can tell that he rarely appears in the light.

His skin was so thin that it was almost transparent, and the blue and purple veins underneath it were almost visible.

And now his elbows and knees were covered in dripping wounds and blood, and the most serious wounds were deep to the bone, most of which he had grinded out in the stone chamber or something. All over his body, he wore only a sackcloth coarse enough to polish steel utensils, which was around his waist.

Aside from the sackcloth, the only accessory on his body was a pendant—a pendant, but more like a thin chain.

Iron shackles wrapped around his thin neck, and at the other end of the chain that extended downwards was a round gold pendant. The pendant was inlaid with a young, indifferent and beautiful face.

If Calvin was here, he would recognize it, it was his former face.

At the call of others, the man called the "Holy Son" curled up on the ground for a long time, he kept beating the ground, and his body trembled like a seizure.

And in the process, the old man always lay quietly beside him.

After about a few minutes, all of the man's movements came to an abrupt halt.

It's as if a short-circuited robot has finally been cut off. The old man lying beside him involuntarily stopped breathing after noticing the point.

"I saw the light. ”

A strange, low voice came from his throat.

At the same time, he slowly stretched out his arm, first his left, then his right, and then he staggered to his feet.

It was only at this time that his true appearance was completely bathed in light.

It was an unusually young man.

A young man who is scarred but quite beautiful. It's just that there is a hint of strangeness in this beauty, and he looks too balanced and symmetrical, so that he looks more like a simulated robot made by a human than a living person.

But he is indeed human.

His chest heaved slightly from breathing, his skin was cold and damp, and it was covered with layers of new and old wounds.

His white hair was scattered and almost enveloped his body, and his eyes were a strange, thick dark blue that reflected tiny light in the light like some metal part.

Just a few minutes ago, he had acted like a madman, but now, he was quiet. There was a creepy depth on his face.

Several waiters, also dressed in black robes, stepped forward silently, untied the rough linen cloth for the young man, and then skillfully wiped away the blood and dirt from the young man's body with water and towels. When everything was done, thousands of dollars and 100 milliliters of flower dew were poured on the young man's body, and then wiped clean with water again. After repeating the process back and forth, the attendants silently draped the young man in a robe made by hand from a rare natural silk, each of which required a great deal of time and material resources.

The young man was oblivious to what he had enjoyed, and he stared into the distance, a sleepwalking expression appeared on his overly delicate and even somewhat unnatural countenance.

"I saw golden flowers bloom in the palace of white jade, and I saw 'He' who had been bound in the lapis lazuli finally spread his wings again. ”

He whispered.

The old man looked at him in shock, his pupils narrowed.

"Lord Holy Son—"

"Shhhh The young man pressed his index finger to his lips and whispered, his lips also taking on an unnatural vermilion.

"The true Son has awakened...... My brother, my bloodline, my angel, He has finally returned to us. Even though we are so sinful, He has not given up on us. ”

"Wait......"

"He will take away our sins and give us love and light. He will be our guide, and we will be the Lamb after Him......"

"Is this some kind of revelation? My Son? You mean...... The first Holy Son-sama has finally reappeared?"

It was only at this time that the old man who had been waiting at the young man's feet seemed to understand something, and a trace of shock and unnaturalness flashed on his face.

“……”

The Holy Son, whom he spoke, tilted his head and stared straight at him.

The old man knew that the deep blue color of the other person's pupils came from the surgery of pupil staining, which was not an uncommon kind of pupil plastic surgery - but every time he was stared at by such eyes, he would have an inexplicable creepy feeling.

He must admit that he was full of adoration and love for the Son, but at the same time he was also afraid of the other person.

"But you are the true Son, you are the true Light. ”

The old man added quickly in a cold sweat.

"Hee ......"

Then he saw the young man smile suddenly.

"No, I'm not," the youth whispered softly, "I'm just a shoddy usurper. ”

As he spoke, he put his hand on the old man's forehead.

"Hmm-"

The old man let out a muffled snort, and his easily deceptive face suddenly distorted.

His body twitched and trembled more as if he had been electrocuted, and after a few seconds, the young man removed his hand from the old man's head.

"Bang-"

The old man's body fell to the ground like that.

"I hate it when you speak ill of your brother. ”

The young man stared at the old man's face, which had turned gray from death, and his expression changed again, and his eyes showed a childlike innocence.

The author has something to say: pray that the high-level judges will open their eyes-

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