Chapter 17: The Devil's Grief
The facial features of the young man in front of him turned out to be exactly the same as Choi Jae-sun. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć info Qi Luoling couldn't help but be surprised, she couldn't believe her eyes, thinking that she had hallucinated because she had missed her lover for a long time.
She rubbed her eyes and looked at them again. I was not mistaken, the facial features of this young man playing the piano are indeed very similar to Choi Jae-sun's. White skin, tall nose, thin lips.
Qi Luoling was stunned for a while, was it really Cui Jae-sun who came to his side? But when she looked closely, she understood. is not his lover in front of her, and he is not the real Choi Jae-sun. Because unlike Choi Jae-seon, the man in front of him has a pair of brilliant blue glowing eyes. So he's just another man who looks like Choi Jae-sun, that's all.
The real Choi Jae-sun is still lying unconscious in the hospital, like a sleeping prince charming. At this moment, Qi Luoling still clearly remembered his quiet and sound sleep, and time stopped in front of him, blooming flowers for him that would never wither.
At this time, the young man in front of her, who looked like Choi Jae-sun, was looking at her deeply, his eyes were full of melancholy and sadness, as if looking back at the passing of yesterday.
Qi Luoling wanted to speak, and wanted to ask him who he was.
She soon remembered the witch's warning that she couldn't speak if she wanted to listen to demonic music. As long as she speaks, this spiritual world built by her mind will disappear in an instant.
Qi Luoling is like a cicada, her voice will be abandoned by her will, and language will lose its original role. The only thing she could do was to attach what she thought to her heart's strong will, hoping that the young man would feel it.
"This is the third movement of the devil's sorrow, and the music of this third part is my favorite. Because it's a love sonata. It evokes the love that everyone once had in their hearts, including me. The young man whispered, his voice clear and gentle.
The young man's words seemed to have a special magic, and the third movement of demonic music played in her mind on a loop, lingering for a long time. Qi Luoling closed her eyes and listened, this music seemed to have been buried in the depths of her memory, and once it was evoked, it spread in her mind.
Qi Luoling began to recall the taste of love, like a beautiful gardenia, a faint fragrance, which lasted for a long time. The yellow sunlight sprinkled on the smooth floor, the white petals, slowly falling, falling on her long white dress, this is how love came. Choi Jae-sun's gentle breath fluttered gently like the wind on her lips......
It took a long time for Qi Luoling to wake up from the dream of love, and looked around blankly, and she was still in that empty room.
The young man looked at her for a long time, as if to read something in her eyes.
"You must be wondering what the hell this is? Who am I? Why do my facial features resemble those of your beloved lover? The young man smiled.
Qi Luoling nodded.
"The owner of this castle is a demon, which means that you broke into the demon's castle." The man said lightly.
Demon? Qi Luoling seemed to remember something, and her heart moved slightly.
"Yes, as you might think, I'm the devil. We met once, but then you saw a black shadow in the darkness. I told you at the time that if you follow love, you follow the music, right? His tone was a little sentimental.
Qi Luoling nodded slowly again.
In this dreamy castle, she feels that she is not real. Not only did she lose her speech, but her movements also became slower. It seems that only by constantly thinking can you feel your presence.
The young man got up from his stool and paced to a certain part of the room, as if remembering something.
"Because this is a song of love, my existence at this time is also the existence of love, when you see me, you will see the appearance of love in your heart, that is, you see me, that is, the appearance of your beloved lover." He said lightly.
"You must be wondering how demons can have something to do with such a wonderful thing as love? In the eyes of you humans, demons are evil and dark, possessing great evil powers, and take pleasure in seducing, manipulating, and ravaging humanity, challenging the limits of human suffering. ā
"Demons are indeed emotionless, and there is no joy or pain. The souls of demons are all sources of evil and darkness as opposed to the forces of light. I have always been like this, but everything has changed, because I have met a beautiful human woman, and I am deeply in love with her, and I am willing to give everything for her, including my evil power and soul. Surely you think it's strange that a demon would fall in love with a human woman? You want to know who she really is, right? ā
Qi Luoling looked at him in surprise, then nodded. He could see through what she was thinking at this time.
"The woman I love is the youngest daughter of the Count of Saxony, and her name is Natalie. She lived in the 17th century. If you are by blood, she should be your ancestor. Because the blood that flows in your body comes from her. Likewise, she was the first person in the Saxon family to have a butterfly birthmark, and from her onwards, the descendants of the Saxon family became the heirs of demonic music from generation to generation. ā
"As I told you before, demon music is a contract, a love contract. I used my soul to awaken her lover, and in exchange for her, and even the entire family, must carry a special butterfly birthmark for generations, and become the heirs of demonic music for generations, as the contract says. The demon sighed softly, an indescribable sadness.
"Because I wrote this song for her because of the Devil's Sorrows, I only hope that she will always remember me, and that even after she dies, her soul will remember this song. I've been playing every day for hundreds of years, and I don't know how long I'm going to play. It was only when I played this piece that I could see her and imagine her beside me. I even fantasized that she could sense my thoughts and come back to me again. However, this is just wishful thinking on my part, because in all these centuries, her soul has never appeared in this castle, although generations of her children and grandchildren have played this piece. ā
The demon looked at her sadly, eyes seeming to have tears, "You'd love to know our story, right?" ā
Qi Luoling hesitated for a moment and nodded slowly.
The demon smiled, turned around, returned to the piano again, sat down, gently rested his hand on the keys, and pressed a few black and white keys, the notes pulsing and entering her consciousness in a special way. So a lot of images came to her mind......