"I am the light of the world. Whoever follows me will not walk in darkness, but will find the light of life. ”

—John 8:12

Calvin dreamed of Isha again.

"I've dreamed of you a lot during this time. ”

Calvin said calmly to the young girl. He and she were now in Redbeard's bar, and the light was dim, except for a small lamp on the bar. Calvin glanced at the middle of the dark hall, where the chairs were all laid out on top of the small round table, and the legs of the chairs were facing straight to the ceiling. Somewhere in the corner, an old-fashioned record player that should have been broken turns slowly, nostalgic music flowing like a brook in the moonlight.

"I don't remember when that place was like this—" Calvin's fingertips tapped on the tabletop, which was as cold as a tombstone, and he sighed, "I bet you watched a movie, but not at Redbeard's Bar, where the floor was full of sleeping drunks even when it was closed." ”

"I know. ”

Isha sat across from Calvin, and she muttered vaguely. "But I still love it...... Mom and I were very happy at that time. ”

The young girl still looked like a decomposing corpse, covered in corpse spots, her face and hands swollen from the decay, and countless worms that looked like poison sprang out of the rotten flesh. There were only two black holes left in her eye sockets, and black tears like paint were slowly running down her cheekbones.

Calvin thought of what Reed was saying, all the about cups and water and all that.

He closed his eyes, and then sketched in his mind what he wanted to see Isha look like. And when he opened his eyes again, the rotten Isha gradually changed back to her original form, her cheeks were like soft fluffy bread, with a healthy flush on them, and her ginger hair was soft and shiny, adorned with an old-fashioned diamond hair ornament.

Calvin didn't know if Isha was aware of the change, but he decided to have Isha wear a beautiful red dress and a pair of ballet shoes with straps.

She had whispered to Calvin about the dress, she was still so young but she had already arranged the dress she would wear at her high school prom.

Of course, the dress was a bit too mature for Isha now, but Calvin could have imagined that Isha would be happy with it. As he sketched the colors of the fabrics in his mind, he felt a heat permeate his body, like his feet were dipped in warm water, and the heat slowly rose and then continued all the way to his back.

"Hoo ......"

Before Calvin knew it, his wings had grown.

Compared to his injured wings in the real world, his wings in the dream changed dramatically - the wings became extraordinarily large, but with an illogical lightness. Even in such dim light, the feathers on the wings appeared bright and white, as if they were glowing themselves.

Calvin even felt his body lighten, the invisible currents surrounding him, supporting his body, and he could even use those currents to hold him in mid-air if he wanted to.

Calvin tilted his head, and he glanced at his wings. The amazing thing is that in reality he was full of disgust with his wings, and his mind was full of removing the deformed organs, but here, in this vague and illusory dream, he was completely accustomed to the existence of wings.

The pair of wings, like all his limbs, had been completely united with him as a whole.

"Calvin's Brother ......"

"You said you had to buy a dress like this when you grew up...... You have a good eye, and if you can grow up a little, you'll fit this skirt well. ”

Calvin said to Isha.

"I see your mother. Calvin reached out to stroke Isa's hair, but for some reason his hand stopped in mid-air, "I'm sorry, I can't, you said don't let me hurt her—but, I can't." I think I did pretty cruel things to Madeleine. I'm sorry, Isa. ”

Isha looked at Calvin in her own dress.

"No, Brother Calvin," Isa's voice was once again tinged with that lifeless aura, "it's not you who hurt her, it's the devil around you...... Brother Calvin, be careful, don't let him hurt Mommy, don't let him lead you down the dark path......"

"Click-click-"

The lights on the bar slowly dimmed, the record player in the corner malfunctioned at the same time, and the soft, nostalgic songs were changing pitch in the glitch, sounding like some monster was screaming in the corner. There was an evil aura that spread out of the darkness, prostrate, ready to show its teeth and claws at Calvin.

Calvin jumped abruptly from his seat, looking around warily.

"What happened?"

"No—"

Isha let out a long wail, and the moment Calvin turned around, he was shocked to see an old wooden door appear out of thin air behind Isha.

A figure, pale, emaciated, and wicked, showed a little shadow in the crack of the door.

Then a miserable white hand poked out of the door and grabbed Isha's wrist firmly.

"Brother Calvin—no—be careful—be careful with your side—"

It all happened in an instant, and Isha didn't even have time to say all her words before she was pulled through the crack by the people behind the door.

She was torn open like an aging cowhide water bag, her skin, bones, and internal organs all poured on the ground in that short moment, and the sticky black blood splattered everywhere, and her head and face were sprinkled on Calvin, who was caught off guard—

……

"Hmm......"

Calvin opened his eyes in bed.

He stared at the strip of wooden ceiling with its old sheen and dark black scars, and it took a few moments for his breathing to calm down.

The place at his side was empty.

Calvin reached out and touched the sheets, no wrinkles and no body temperature. Reid didn't seem to be sleeping in the same room as him last night. Calvin raised an eyebrow, feeling self-loathing at the hint of disappointment that passed through his heart. Then he got dressed as usual and walked out of the room.

Downstairs in the dining room, Reed was standing at a table, wearing an apron with a discount on it, sleeves rolled up above his elbows. And now, like a real housewife, he uses tongs to put the squeaky bacon in the pan on top of the golden fluffy scrambled eggs.

Calvin smelled a heavy smell of grease in the direction and the aroma of cheese.

"Wow...... It's ......"

Faced with Reed's exquisite breakfast, Calvin felt his tense muscles gradually relax.

"Breakfast. "

Sensing Calvin's arrival, Reed paused and looked up at Calvin and said. He made a rather exaggerated gesture to get Calvin to see the food on the table—

"Good morning, my Highness, I hope my craft will satisfy you. ”

"At least it looks delicious. ”

Calvin responded.

"That's good, my craft is still a bit behind Heathto. Honestly, I might have to show him up, but ......"

"But?"

"But I think I might be jealous. ”

Calvin couldn't help but be stunned, and he looked at Reed, who winked at him.

"Well, not 'maybe', but 'definitely'. Just thinking that you're going to be alone with Histu makes me feel like every muscle and nerve in my body isn't quite right. ”

When Reed appears, the green-eyed man always looks extraordinarily sexy, full of charm, and even has a hint of dandy danger. Calvin had to admit that maybe this was what he was attracted to Reed, but in this moment he had a subtle annoyance with the other person because of it.

He found himself getting clumsy, as if he were now, Reed was making innocuous jokes, but he couldn't help but suffer from that joke.

The question he had to face came up again, and if he really wanted to be with Reed, what did the other people mean to him? was it a part of the body, or was it a separate, complete person, just someone else who didn't have a real body.

"Calvin, I'm sorry I've made you sick again?"

Reid observed Calvin, who reached out and waved his hand in front of Calvin's eyes.

Calvin came back to his senses, and he pressed his troubled thoughts elsewhere, and on the surface he was as usual.

"It's just a little ...... I didn't sleep well a bit. ”

He said.

"Another nightmare?"

The brisk expression on Reed's face changed to solemnity.

Calvin sighed: "Maybe there is something else besides the nightmare......"

["Beware of the demons around you—"]

Demon?

Calvin had only one companion by his side, Reed, but Calvin didn't think he could be called a demon.

Calvin's gaze glanced at the hearty meal on the table, and thought.

In any case, he could not connect the man in front of him, who loved to cook (and his other personality was quite good at housework), to the demon in the mouth of the ghost.

"Well, I knew that that woman was obviously not going to have a positive impact on you last night. ”

Reid frowned, looking a little worried.

At the mention of Madeleine, Calvin felt a headache for the first time in a long time, and even the hunger pangs provoked by the food receded from his body in an instant.

"How's Madeleine?" asked Calvin.

And Reed raised an eyebrow: "It was quiet all night, and I went into the room just now and brought her breakfast." She seemed emotionally stable, well, at least not as crazy as last night, but I think she seemed to have forgotten what she had been through last night. ”

"Forgot?" Calvin couldn't help but repeat.

Reed stretched out his hand towards him, "She's asking who I am, and then Isa's where...... She looked weak anyway, and I untied her hands and feet so she could eat. ”

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