Fortunately, it was just a dream. Just a dream.

Not daring to think if it would come true, the dark power in his body throbbed wildly, and he quickly pulled out a tube of serum from his clothes and pierced it into his knotted arm. The ensuing rejection reaction was more turbulent than the previous ones, and the spine was throbbing suddenly, and something was about to burst out of the body.

He rolled over, hunched his back, reached behind his back with one hand, felt the wingbones, and gasped for breath as if he were dying.

It's getting more and more irrepressible.

The four-dimensional parasite in his body called the Progen.

The being, who is recorded in the Bible and is known as the Lord of Hell, has another name, "Satan." The demons that exist in mythology are nothing more than high-level beings from another dimension, who descend with meteorites and have been a common and suitable host for humans since ancient times.

Under the pretext of developing biological and chemical weapons, Thorn Heaven tricked him and the mercenaries who were also chosen as hosts to a distant alien base, but in that catastrophic real accident, he had such a special case of success, and it was a secret that he must never expose.

- NASA has been looking for "Satan" since the last meteorite shower.

Once Satan is found parasitic on him, he will become the target of public criticism, and he will never be able to protect his little Eve.

He's got to hold on...... Hold on until the end of the night, the day when you can hold Helo in her arms safely.

Sayaro closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and increased the dose.

The ship landed on the ground with a shock, and he pushed open the hatch on the side, jumped down with the gun on his back, and disappeared into the desert night without waiting for the Delta forces behind him to follow.

This time he is not for the mission, nor for revenge, but to reclaim his lover.

Even if the whole world is destroyed, you must embrace him in your arms.

***

A huge warship slowly landed in the vast desert of northern Egypt. The unmanned bridge is quiet and empty, and in the center is a classical piano that is out of place here.

There are two people sitting in front of the piano, one leaning on the other's arms, in a lingering posture. One man's hand holds the other's, his fingers intertwined, landing on the black and white keys, and the gorgeous sound of the piano echoes through the sound of the quiet electronic instrument, which sounds particularly abrupt.

Like an out-of-tune dance step, a haunted chase.

The instructor listened very happily, and he hugged the body of the person in his arms and played with the stiff fingers of the other: "Come, do it again." Slow down, Aelin. Remember, this is your favorite tune. ”

The blonde youth nodded blankly and confusedly, and in the silver-rimmed lenses, the silver-white eyelashes meekly covered his eyes, like a well-behaved sheep.

Isaiah lifted his hand and stroked his cheek, he knew that the replica in front of him had not succeeded in inheriting Elein's memories, but fortunately, the memory blocker had an effect, allowing him to channel the instructions he had set into his brain - how perfect would a puppet doll with the appearance of Aering?

It's a pity that his thinking is extremely stubborn, especially for the part where that person exists, it is like it is deeply rooted in the nerves and grows into an intertwined vine, which cannot be violated in the slightest.

Will there be a person in the world like him, who loves someone to reach this journey?

How good if this love was given to him? This is something that has never appeared in his life since birth, even if it is only a phantom, it is only fleeting......

There is one last step left. The last line of defense, his brain was completely lost.

Isaiah thought to himself, brushing his hand over the keys, bringing out a string of heavy, messy tones, then closing the lid, wrapping around the opponent's slender waist, and carrying him horizontally to the piano.

"Ailing" was dressed in a snow-white suit, and her supple hair was scattered over her shoulders, like looking down at him in class, like an angel who could save him from the quagmire.

But he will never come back.

He was killed by his own hands, and after his death, he did everything he could to insult his corpse.

"This is the opportunity God has given me to love you again, Teacher Ailing." Isaiah took his hand and kissed it, but it seemed to have some effect, causing his puppet doll to tremble, and Isaiah noticed the mark left by the ring on his ring finger.

The ring had been removed by him, but the traces could not be erased.

Just as the voice of Elin, who had called another name until his death, could not erase it in his head.

Isaiah began to get angry, rubbing the mark with his fingertips over and over again, eager to cut it off. But that doesn't work, he's a perfectionist, and the Elin he wants to be reborn is perfect, wholeheartedly, and completely belongs to him.

So he took off the ruby ring from his hand, the treasure of his family, and put it on the other's ring finger, covering the mark.

"Will you marry me and let me give you a home?"

Isaiah asked softly, affectionately.

He took off another rose from his suit pocket, looked at the other party, and looked down to sniff. The moonlight shone down on his face, making the light in the artificial electronic eye as gentle as the other.

"Will you marry me and let me give you a home?"

The voice came into Helo's chaotic brain at this moment, splitting a gap.

He couldn't hear whose voice it was, nor who it was that said to him. But a longing welled up from the bottom of his heart, which was as blank as a wasteland, as if he had been waiting for someone to give him a home, and after waiting for a long, long time, he could not remember the voice and smile of that person.

With a hunch, he nodded eagerly.

"Well, you can wake up, my... angel。 ”

Isaiah pinched his earlobe. A glimmer of light appeared in Helo's pure black vision, and then gradually, it condensed into an unfamiliar face.

The long-haired man in front of him was beautiful, looking at him with an affectionate expression, but it was a pity that he only had one intact eye, and the other eye was artificial, but there was an indescribable mutilated and bevelous beauty.

Heloh stared at him, blinking in confusion.

The memories in his mind were fragmented, and only the appearance of this person was clear. He felt inexplicably frightened, as if he had seen a piece of driftwood in the raging sea, and trembled around the man's neck.

"Married... Home ......"

Isaiah saw "Elling" move his lips like a doll being wound for the first time, chanting the first command his master had given him, but his tone was cautious and hopeful.

"Yes... From now on, you have a home. That's what you want, isn't it? ”

His heart seemed to be gouged by this whispered inquiry, and Helo looked at the person in front of him in a daze, his eyes suddenly red, and a layer of mist silently accumulated in his blue eyes.

Tears fell without warning.

"Want to ......"

"I want to."

He muttered and repeated it several times, reciting the word that was completely alien to him at the moment, like a baby, but he felt that something was wrong.

Something is missing.

What is it? It's a very important thing, and it's meaningless without it.

Isn't that what he longs for the most? But what's wrong?

Wrong...

Helo searched for the answer in his mind in confusion, and the more he thought about it, the more he had a splitting headache, and fine sweat appeared on his forehead. Isaiah looked down at him, his fingers digging between his tangled hair, smoothing his sweat-soaked sideburns little by little, then bent down to cover his lips, lifted him up, and kissed him all the way down his slender neck, leaving a few kiss marks on his delicate skin.

A pair of hands unconsciously twisted the neckline of his suit, and his breathing had a disordered momentum: "Who are you?" ”

"Your love, your master." Isaiah held the piano with one hand and held his chin up, the collar of the young man's shirt was open and his face and neck were red, looking innocent and suffocatingly seductive.

This is not Elling.

Ai Ling was never moved by his touch, nor did he show such a look.

Ai Ling looked so gentle and elegant, but in fact he was a piece of ice, and he knew how to make him fall into the depths, and the person in front of him was obviously just a child in the □□.

A blank piece of paper for him to write, allowing him to draw the Elin in his memory.

Isaiah stared at the young man in front of him in fascination, unbuttoning the other man's clothes one by one, revealing his white upper torso, and on his flat abdomen, a laser incision caused by surgery was impressively visible.

Helo looked down and touched it with his fingers, his expression confused. The operation was performed with dream anesthesia, and he had a vague impression but could not recall the full details.

"This is a little surprise for you...... You'll love it. However, there is one other thing we have to do first to make this surprise happen. ”

Isaiah stroked his belly, then pressed his entire palm to his palm, slowly poking between his legs. Heloh shrank back, her body resisting his touch.

He shook his head, clenched his fists, and the part fell silent unresponsive. He was shaking, but not with pleasure. Isaiah unwillingly pecked him on the neck and kissed him softly from his chest, trying to provoke his lust, but the other person's body tensed even more.

His hands were firmly locked in electronic shackles, and his muscles went limp when he moved a little bigger. The roses fell to the elbows and were crushed to the point where they could not be recognized.

Helo grabbed one in the palm of his hand, and it hurt from being pricked, but the headache was reduced a lot.

Is this really his lover?

And who is he? Is his name "Elling"?

He stared wide-eyed at the night sky at the top of the cabin, thinking blankly, as he saw a meteorite-like point of light streak across the night sky, dragging its long tail to cut through the night.

At the same time, a man quietly infiltrated the spaceship.

In the main control room, the android in charge of the spaceship's monitoring system heard a click from the hatch, and the moment he turned around, a laser shot pierced his skull.

As soon as Sayaro walked up to the monitor, a scene suddenly crashed into his line of sight, and his finger bones made a popping sound.