But the flesh with the blood, which is his life, and you shall not eat of it. - Genesis

Sasha. Hopkins is missing.

In that terrible natural disaster*, a total of nine people were killed and fifteen were injured, among whom it is necessary to note that Bao'er. Douglas, unfortunately, Mr. Douglas needs to find a way to have a new heir, Beelzebub. Bisandi is alive, Mr. Lore is alive, and Brian. Dupont is alive, Catherine is alive, Sasha. Hopkins was alive — yes before the ambulance carrying him disappeared.

Chegalle. There was silence in Bisandi's room, and everyone was looking at Anthony. Hopkins, in the history and thought of the people of Poseidon Island, disappearance can almost be equated with death, and they all know that his son is the only weakness of this elegant and dangerous fellow, a reassuring weakness, and it is because of this that part of the old man can tolerate Anthony. Hopkins is becoming the talker on the island — like the idiots who let their guard down at the sight of a beast with a cute cub, but it's the beast that's the scariest of them — and no one can guarantee that nothing will happen to the chubby cub with a scream, right?

The atmosphere of the room was tense and gloomy. Bisandi shrugged, "Need help?" My friend. ”

"I'll be open if I need help," Anthony said. Hopkins smiled and said, "But I have a hunch that the lads from Poseidon Island may not be of much use this time." ”

Anthony and Chegalle have many "good friends" in the Western Continent, and the information they need will come as quickly as possible, and during this most difficult time, Hopkins first asked Chegalle for someone, the one who can play with fire. He also went to see the old Andreana, who had survived the previous attack but had turned into a vegetative state, and was surprised to find him busy in the kitchen.

"What a weirdo." Pepi said to Chegalle: "If it were me, I would probably need to eat, but I wouldn't be cooking anyway." ”

a little salmon meat lettuce salad, topped with olives; The strips of tender meat on the inside of the vertebrae are mixed with minced garlic and the thyme is simply marinated. Fry lightly in a pan. Add fresh rosemary and ground black pepper; After the liver is cooked, puree, add salt, pepper and butter and knead into long strips. Roll it in oiled paper and add small diced onions – a home-style liver mud roll. The wine is a red wine produced by the people of Poseidon Island, and the only special thing is probably that it is mixed with sprinkled sand. Hopkins' blood, in order to deal with old Andreana. The doctor drew 500 milliliters of blood, and he drank about a quarter of the amount during the move. He poured the rest into the bottle of wine, which ghouls had experimented with a long time ago, and pure wine prolonged their shelf life for blood more than any other method. And the taste of the sake will become unique and intense.

The tenderloin is from the arsonist, and the liver is from old Andreana. A few grapes for dessert.

Something chirped around him.

Jesus said to them, "Most assuredly, I say to you, Unless you eat the flesh of the Son of Man and drink his blood, you have no life in you."

***

"It's weird," Sasha slowly retracted his gaze, "I'm not surprised at all. Mr. Seneke. Or do you call it something else? ”

"You can also call me Mr. Samael." Mr. Seneke said he was still the same. With a smile on his face, his complexion is ruddy, and his eyebrows and hair are as white as his beard.

"So, Mr. Samael," said Sasha calmly, "may I know what I am about to face?" ”

"Well......" Samael's eyes showed a hint of pity, "I can only promise that there will be no pain." ”

"Sleep now, kid."

The physician on one side kept his eyes on Samael, and immediately twisted the air valve of the anesthetic after receiving his order, and the anesthetic tested on hundreds of supernatural beings worked instantly, Samael lowered his head and carefully studied the young man, he had no fear or despair when he learned of his irreversible fate, his face was calm as if he had entered a beautiful country with a mother's embrace and warm sunshine.

What a beautiful boy, Samael thought, he thought of Gregory, he wanted a replica of Hopkins, for his face and body, and Samael's goal was much broader and more noble, and he would start with Sasha. Hopkins got enough children with the same abilities as him to make an ordinary person a child of the supernatural, he knew that many people (their president was one of them) already felt that there were too many supernatural people, but in his opinion, the number of people who couldn't even get a percentage was far from qualified, he had seen a movie when he was a kid, the main character was a bald head with an x as a symbol, and the opposite character was a straitjacket maniac with a helmet, and they each led a group of people with special abilities- The tightsuit maniac once did one thing, and that was to turn the parliamentarians who opposed the paranormal into the supernatural, and that was probably the most right thing he did in the whole movie - what is needed to promote change in a society is quality and quantity, and quality lies in whether the powerful who can speak can feel the same way? And the number is in the person, when your friends, your classmates, your colleagues, your wife, your son, your brother and even yourself have become the Alien, how can you oppose the Alien?

Samael felt that he was born for this, otherwise Heaven would not have given him such power.

Back when the Adepts were only in the double digits, there were people who used the somatic cells of the Adepts to do cloning experiments, but they all failed without exception, as if their own will did not allow them to do so - but Samael, who has the ability to transfer the power of one person to another, can prevent the change that tends to be bad, so as long as he is there, they can clone clones with abilities, although most of the clones can only survive for a short time, and the abilities will be weakened and distorted, But there are one or two success stories (although some of them are just little tricks like lighting matches or moving coins).

He had a place in the institution, but it wasn't what he wanted, and one day he got a good prophet.

The soothsayer told him that there would be a boy who could make ordinary people supernatural.

He had finally found his way, and it would be impossible to say that Samael had built it for this boy, the "institution" was too complicated. The power of non-adepts is deeply entrenched, and they won't be happy to see the streets full of paranormals.

Samael found the boy according to the prophet's description, but he was too young to reach that age, and he had to wait patiently, but fortunately it didn't take long.

Everything was so satisfying. Until he saw the black robe.

He knew who it was before he even lifted his eyes, when two pairs of eyes were closely watching a target. They'll inevitably bump into each other – Strong Jacob. Stephen, the priest, he was first a victim of a closed and backward community. Another rebel, a priest, a psychopath, a serial murderer. A stranger, Samael also wanted to get this guy. Extract the good part from his cells, a person that has been formed that you can't control, but you can raise a young child according to your heart.

Stefan knew what Samael wanted to do, and Samael knew what Stefan wanted to do. After all, his files had been sitting in the police and FBI cabinets.

As soon as he gets the sasha, he does not hesitate to slit the boy's throat, just as a Jewish sacrifice slit the throat of a lamb on the altar.

Samael looked up. He had considered Stefan, and Anthony. Hopkins. He even thought of Beelzebub. Than Sandi, but he didn't expect it to be so fast. They were still in transit, less than two hundred miles from that damn ambulance.

The room wasn't very soundproofed, but he didn't hear anything, and he smelled blood.

"I only need a small part," he barely suppressed his fear and uneasiness, "a small piece of skin, a small piece of flesh, a small piece of internal organs, a little bone marrow - it won't get in the way of what you're going to do next." ”

"You get nothing," said Stefan, "and he doesn't belong to anyone." ”

***

Sasha opens his eyes in his own world.

He was standing in front of that door.

No, that door no longer exists, after he transmitted the power to Brian. DuPont didn't think it was right, but it wasn't time to think about it then, and then—apparently the monster was clever enough to disguise the door and keep it inside.

"You shouldn't call me that." The bastard hidden in the light said, "I am you, not an incarnation or a part, I am you." ”

"So what," said Sasha wearily, "and there are still people who will kill themselves." ”

"A not funny threat," said the monster, "but I can warn you that this is not a good time to argue with me, and that someone is preparing to put you on the altar." ”

***

Flames swept through the corridor.

Anthony. Hopkins passed through them, the orange-red flames of more than a thousand degrees Celsius wrapped around his neck, arms and ankles, docile like a group of grown animals, everything was burning, only his skin, his clothes, and the road under his feet were not poisoned by the flames, but the air was scorching, full of steam, smoke, noxious gases, whirring and bibeaugh sounds, and occasionally the loud rumble of something falling.

The corpses in the hallways and rooms had mixed with the rest of the ashes, and the last glass door had melted, deformed, and charred in the heat. Hopkins pushed it away, and it shattered into countless pieces in the flames that followed.

His contact with Sasha continued, but intermittently, the palace of memory between the two was blocked by the walls of the fog, and he could not go there, only searching for clues left by his captors with the words and ghoul instincts that Sasha had passed on.

There were already police cars, fire trucks, and ambulances gathered outside, and no one noticed that a tall, thin man with gray and white hair was quietly leaving.

***

The flames followed the ghoul away, followed him into the plane, out of the airport, it was agitated and restless, but the strong will of the human remained firmly in control of it until it reached its destination, and its shackles and shackles were suddenly loosened.

"Go," said its second owner, "it's time for you to do whatever you want." ”

It is a magnificent and special building, and although most of its building materials are stone and metal that are difficult to ignite, carpets, silk, linens, dry wood and paper are hung everywhere. The space is empty and there is plenty of oxygen.

Anthony. Hopkins only lost a fraction of his attention to the flames, and he was about to face the nearly 100-year accumulation of the Overseer Sect, the Elders and the Monks and Nuns.

The ghouls drove the flames into every tiny crevice, sweeping through every plane, driving out the men and rats inside, and several of them were engulfed in flames before they even saw Hopkins' face, and the water in the baptismal font was boiling.

Someone is using a firearm. There's nothing wrong with that. The dismantled bullet whizzed and screeched behind the ghoul, shooting at his kidneys and thighs; Broken stones splattered everywhere, and flaming pieces of wood illuminated the faces of the mural figures. The branches of the lamp, red from the flames, circled dangerously in the air, and circled around Hopkins' neck, leaving a jet-black mark on the collar of his shirt; Crows and pigeons carry sharp beaks and claws at the urging of humans. Frantically flapping their wings flickering with countless sparks rampaging through this sacred and vast temple, their cries were terrible like a group of little devils; A marble statue of a saint tries to hold the ghoul tightly. It is as tight as a man holding his lost son; The ground cracked, the walls opened, and the seats seemed to be given new life by the flames. Hopkins oppresses the past. With a vicious, fiery sense that cannot be described in words, they are like a net, a net.

They were yelling and screaming. It's like the peasants in the Middle Ages who watched witches and wizards being burned alive.

Anthony. Hopkins closed his eyes. When he opened his eyes, the flames burned slowly, and the bodies of elders, nuns, and monks were bending and shrinking in the flames hideously and quietly, their skin curling and the oil creaking.

It's not easy to invade the minds of so many people in the chaos, but it's much easier when their minds are all focused and they're doing their best for a goal, and Hopkins uses Andreana's abilities to construct an illusion they want to see, with a sand amplification, it's more believable and endearing than reality, and then he only needs a light push to push them into the world they want.

Maybe one or two of them slipped through the net, and the flames chased them.

It was at this time that Anthony. Hopkins felt a tingling and coldness deep into the bone marrow.

Sasha's consciousness vanished.

***

Stefan slit Sasha's throat, he thought he would see white blood, just like the lamb before, but he saw red, thick and vivid red, piping hot red, sticky red, they jumped out of their veins like a wild beast and pounced on the priest's face.

He took a step back, and the knife landed on the altar.

Since being banished from White Salt City, Stefan has learned to never question himself, so he believes what he sees, and he sees the light in his blood.

At first it was just a flickering point, then it became more and came together, they came out of the body of the sacrifice, they wandered around this body, curious like a child, this behavior lasted for several seconds, it returned to the body after the last circle, with the blood, the wound healed, the marks erased, the breathing resumed, he blinked and sat up with a smile.

He turned to look at Stefan, there was light in his eyes, but there was no emotion, he was not human.

Stefan wanted to scream, a hand was already on his throat, something seeping into his body from the skin it touched, a spoon digging in his body, searching, and when it found what it wanted, it turned into a fork, piercing and curling deeply.

"I might want to say thank you to you," the "one" said, "So, I think you can see what no one has been able to see until now—the source of your power." ”

The fork becomes a hook, and it hooks the entrails up and floats.

A white light floated up from his black sacrificial robe, and it looked like a snake snaking and struggling on a hook, a stout snake.

"You're very capable." "That" said, and his smile became genuine: "I'm glad I found you." "Although this human spirit world is really chaotic and peculiar, and many times it has to follow his mind so as not to be discovered or rebelled by him, this is how the pale golden troublesome little lamb came to be, but fortunately the end result is still what it wants.

Stefan felt hollowed out, and the light was away from him, taking away the warmth and strength.

"That" holds the power that belongs to Stefan in his hands. "It's great." He said that the snake of distorted light faded away, white light covering the violet-blue iris and black pupils, but Stefan could still read the hunger in his voice.

He ate his power.

***

Anthony. The first thing Hopkins saw was Sasha.

To be precise, Sasha's body.

He looked at the ghoul with a gesture full of malice and defiance, "Good evening, Dad. He said. And jumped up when the last syllable disappeared. It pounced on Hopkins like a hissing viper.

The victim can be completely out of the way – if not in the brain and in the heart if not the extremely effective and fierce attack. The connection he had had with Sasha was crudely connected, and he could see the ruined tower, the thorns of light growing and spreading wildly in the mist, sticking out their spikes toward the mansion on the other side.

He grabbed Hopkins by the throat tightly.

Thorns wander everywhere. The former Sasha was so familiar with the mansion that he didn't care about the lavish halls and rooms. It stretched straight out to the foul-smelling cavern.

"Stop." Anthony. Hopkins said.

The thorn paused, and it trembled, trying to get rid of the command.

"You ate it," "that" said. Holding his hands around the doctor's neck, he leaned over, his cold breath hitting Hopkins' cheek. The light dissipated slightly, and the purple-blue eyes met the maroon eyes: "You ate that little thing that always chirps." It's his power. ”

He smiled suddenly, and couldn't help but laugh: "You know what? Sasha had already given him a name, he called him Calvin, little bald, he only decided to take it two days ago, and then you ate it. His smile grew bigger and crazier: "Do you really love him?" Or are you just in love with Sasha? You just need Sasha, you turn a blind eye to Sasha's pain, you know that he has a part of Catherine, a part of justice, a part of goodness - you know that he tortured himself for your mistakes and cruelty, and the solution you offered was to tear him apart and throw that part apart? God, he still believes in you, what a naïve fool! He shook his head: "Why don't you just eat him?" You ate his mother and his son, why didn't you eat him? ”

"In this way," he said, with tears in his eyes, "I will not feel pain anymore." ”

The ghoul looked at him with a calm expression.

"Of course," said "that," "if you don't want to, you can eat it." ”

***

The flames burned, and Sasha woke up in a mixture of cold and nothingness.

"Daddy?"

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This- it was indeed the ending I had in mind from the beginning, but some of the outlines were indeed changed by me, because this article was so dark that I couldn't even write it anymore, well, in my original outline, Chiz was not so annoying, she and Sasha had a whole sweet and tender chapter, they had no children before, and she sacrificed part of her body for Sasha at the end, just like her name, Chizz - food for the gods.

And Sasha's emotional contradiction is something I often vaguely mentioned since I was on Poseidon Island, I hope you will notice that the ghoul wanted to change this at first, but he loved Sasha, and he was reluctant to be ruthless, so Sasha kept it as it was, although this is, which, just like now, to Anthony. Hopkins is very disadvantageous.

Finally, I attach a small extra, and it can be regarded as a simple explanation of the ending of other people.

PS: There's nothing wrong with this being an open-ended ending.

***

"You're going to be the oldest president in the Western Continent."

"The constitution only stipulates that candidates must be older than 35 years old, but there is no upper limit."

"But voters only like young and handsome candidates."

"When there is a war or an economic downturn, they prefer the old guy who is steady, especially when that old guy can bring nearly 10 million jobs to the country."

"Are you accusing me of bribing voters? Well, I'll admit it, but I'd rather they call me handsome, and in return, can they tie the knot for me? What's this called, Elder's knot? I said that a steady old guy is suitable for this kind of combination? What's on my Dress Consultant's mind? ”

"To make you look more relatable, this knot is in vogue right now."

……

"I think you're straining too hard."

"I'm sorry, I just thought it would remind you to be more cautious, think about your last remarks, your crisis advisor has asked for a raise for the third time this month - you can't be like a wild child of Poseidon Island anymore - don't pout, okay? You're a full ninety years past the age of coquettishness. ”

"I think - that's because of a guy my age who is still a daddy little sweet baby, what did you receive two days ago? Hazelnut marmalade soft handmade chocolate? ”

"It's just a short message," said Sasha, who took two steps back to admire his work, its blue-black-gray pinstripes, full, triangular, richly layered, and the tie knot perfect: "Let me know he's happily alive." ”

"It's hard to imagine how shy he will be?" Beelzebub controlled his tentacles, not digging for the gap between the tie and the shirt and the skin. "He's not doing badly, at least better than Chegale. It's better than Sandy. ”

"How's your dad?"

"I'm going to have my eighth little brother in March next year. What about Catherine? ”

"Her rabbits have spread all over the Western Continent."

"Bao'er. Douglas finally did a good thing - Catherine, who had lost the white matter of the anterior lobe, was much cuter. ”

"This kind of life is more suitable for her, well, a quarter past nine, are you ready? Wave to your constituents, steady and handsome old fellow. ”

"Remember to come to dinner in the evening, my wife hasn't seen Maldina in a long time."

"If your crisis counselor wasn't going to come to me and cry."

"I promise not, then eight o'clock, please be on time, Congressman Hopkins."

"Eight o'clock."

After the door to the room closes, sprinkle the sand. Hopkins pulled out a chocolate from his pocket, what Beelzebub had said, a soft chocolate with hazelnut jam, and he peeled one open and put it in his mouth.

Fragrant and sweet.

(End of Extra) (To be continued)

ps: pss: (Eldreich knot) - If you are interested, you can search for it, it is really delicate and chic.

PSSS: One more thing, I originally wanted to solicit titles for new books, but I couldn't find the original voting column...... I'll ask the editor.