"Mom, I'm sleepy. ”

"It's so dark outside, I'm so scared. ”

In the easternmost room on the first floor of the hotel, a sweet-looking little girl was lying on the bed, looking out of the window with sleepy eyes.

"Well, go to sleep when you're sleepy!"

"It's okay, the night is so dark, just wait until the sun rises the next day. ”

On the bed next to the little girl, there was a young foreign woman with long blond hair, plump and beautiful, and when she heard the little girl's frightened voice, she immediately stretched out her hand and gently stroked the girl's forehead.

"Well, baby sleep, mom is sleepy too. ”

As she spoke, the woman yawned deeply, for some reason, the sleepiness tonight was more urgent and more violent than that of a normal night.

"Well, Mom, I'm going to listen to you tell you a little bedtime story. ”

The little girl endured the growing sleepiness and timidly leaned into the woman's arms.

"Well, okay. ”

"Tonight I'll tell you a story about a prince and a princess. ”

The young woman smiled lovingly at her daughter, then took her in her arms and softly told her daughter's favorite bedside story before going to bed.

The prince carefully put away the princess's forgotten hair and began to search for the whereabouts of his beloved woman throughout the kingdom. ”

"Dashan said that the princess is not here, and Xiaohe said that the princess is not here either."

Gradually, as time went on, the young woman's voice grew lower and weaker, and the arms that held the little girl loosened so that at last she leaned against the head of the bed and fell asleep.

If it is placed on weekdays, the mother does not finish the story and falls asleep by herself, the little girl must cry, but at this moment, the little girl is not noisy, a young head leans on her mother's arms, and she also falls asleep.

For a moment, the whole room fell into a warm silence.

It wasn't until a few seconds had passed that a little blood began to pour out of the knotted white sheets under the young woman.

After a few more seconds, more and more blood meandered on the bed like a stream, and finally dyed the white sheets, which were one meter wide and several meters long, red, and for a while, the air in the room was filled with a thick and bloody smell to the limit.

In the process, the mother and daughter snuggled up to each other, allowing the blood in their bodies to spill strangely, motionless, and showed no signs of waking up from their sleep.

As time passed, the blood on the mother and daughter became lighter and lighter, and the faces of the two became whiter and whiter, even as white as dead people.

Until the end, the mother and daughter embraced each other and died in their sleep due to excessive blood loss.

Call!

Suddenly, a night breeze blew from the woods outside the hotel, blowing open the room's wide floor-to-ceiling windows, and the whistling night wind blew out the lampstand, carrying a dense darkness into it, engulfing the bodies of the dead mother and daughter.

So in the end, the prince and the princess finally lived happily together. ”

In the darkness, an incomparably taller, far darker figure quietly appeared, standing at the head of the bed, telling the ending of the story that the young woman had never finished telling before her death, and even reached out her right hand as she spoke, and gently swiped it across the red sheets.

"I wonder if the taste of the blood of princes and princesses is more delicious"

The second floor of the hotel.

"Merciful God, I bless you, praise you, my beautiful life is all given by you, my unfortunate life is all tempered by you, may you give me more strength and courage, may you be with me forever in the future."

In the room at the end of the corridor, the lights were dim, and from time to time there was a sound, and through the crack in the door, a bald old man could be faintly seen, facing the cross hanging from the wall of the room, praying with great reverence.

In fact, in addition to the cross, the walls of the room are covered with images of the Virgin, the true God, and the angels, all of which are brought to life by the famous painter, who are now silently gazing at the prayerful believer in the room with an almost human gaze.

May God forgive me my shortcomings and be with me forever, Amen!"

Finally, with a low prayer, the man ended his prayer with a halo of happiness on his face.

The man is a loyal follower of the Holy Religion of Light, and although he is old, he is in good health, free of illness, and his life and work have been smooth, all of which make the man firmly believe that the true God has always been with him.

When!

The next moment, a crisp metallic sound suddenly sounded in the room, interrupting the man's musings.

For some reason, perhaps because it wasn't put in place, the silver cross on the wall unexpectedly fell to the ground, making contact with the hard stone floor, emitting a series of crisp metallic sounds.

"When the cross falls to the ground, does it mean that something unfortunate has happened?"

When the man saw this, he trembled, and then, without thinking about it, he half-knelt on the ground and carefully picked up the silver cross that had fallen to the ground.

On the cross between the man's palms, an incomparably clear crack appeared.

"God forgives sins, am I not doing well enough?"

The man's face was terrified, but he couldn't figure out what he had done badly even if he thought about it.

"Let's hang the cross back on the wall first."

The man whispered, then got up from the ground and tried to hang the cross back in place.

"It's."

The next moment, the man's eyes widened and he froze in place.

As the man could see, the portraits of the Virgin, the True God, and the angels hanging on the walls of the room at this moment, although they were still silently looking at him as they had been a moment ago, the difference from just now was that there was red blood flowing out of the eyes of these portraits looking at him at this moment.

Not tears, but blood!

"What the hell is going on, O God?"

"Lord, have you forsaken me?"

The man trembled, his voice whimpered, and he stood still for a long time before he finally reacted and opened the door, wanting to leave the room full of weirdness.

"You are."

Outside the room where the old man opened the door, there stood a tall man in a black dress, standing outside the door with a smile on his face, as if he had been waiting here for a long time.

"I am, the darkness that makes your god weep. ”

The man smiled wickedly at the old man, and between the slightly raised corners of his mouth, two extremely sharp and huge fangs were clearly visible.

Darkness came under the cover of night, but in a matter of moments, the entire hotel was a living hell, the sweet smell of blood mixed with the rancid smell of corpses, making people both frightened and disgusted.

"Forbidden Son, here we are. ”

In the empty hall of the hotel, several figures appeared out of thin air. Because of their presence, the night suddenly became colder and darker.

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