Passion Tavern.

This tavern named Passion is located in the southwestern corner of the city of Hemtika, although it is not a bustling area, but even as the night gradually deepens, there are still many young people who like to sing and dance here, call a few girls, drink a few glasses of wine, have a few ambiguous love songs, dance a few hot dances, and then take advantage of the madness caused by the strength of wine, half-push and half-roll with the girls, nonsense.

But tonight was different.

The Passion Tavern is not welcoming at all, but rather a little deserted.

It's not that there are no guests—in fact, there are not a few few guests today, at least dozens of pairs of men and women in pairs, plus veterans of flowers who spend every night looking for prey and women doing some unspeakable work, not to mention the exaggerated number of hundreds, at least a hundred or so people.

However, there were only three people who still had a voice.

Mars is one of them.

And the only lucky one - the only one out of a hundred or so people who is still alive.

Even though he himself was unself-conscious.

That's right, after all, no one will be around anyone who knows and doesn't know everyone who is dead, and he still has to serve two demons who kill people without blinking, and when he faces a situation where he may die at any time, he can realize how lucky he is to be the only one alive among everyone.

No, it can't be said to be lucky.

Because he is alive, and he is alive until now, it can be said to be an inevitability.

After all...... Even if it's a demon who does all kinds of evil, there is a need for waiters in the tavern.

It's a bit sad to say that, but the truth is that the reason why he was able to keep his meager life had nothing to do with other factors, but simply because...... He can also come in handy with a little bit of inconsequential use.

Frightened, frightened -

Hiding behind the bartender, he cautiously looked at the two uninvited guests who were drinking at the table.

One of them did not hide his appearance, a long gray hair draped over his shoulders, a delicate face like a person in the painting, with a pair of beautiful and bewitching heterochromatic pupils, and an elegant and noble pure black dress, giving people the feeling of a fantasy nobleman who walked out of the night in a fairy tale, and his whole body was filled with an unreal atmosphere, and there was an unreal beauty in every gesture.

Even if they are both men, they can't afford to be jealous even when faced with this thrilling beauty.

It's a perfect person.

No, maybe not as human.

Thinking of this, he suddenly withdrew his gaze as if he was frightened, and the whole person was completely hidden under the bartender, trembling like a frightened rabbit, and what came to his mind was a terrible memory that he could never forget-

Vividly.

"It's too noisy. ”

The beautiful man who couldn't bear to be jealous stopped at the door of the tavern, frowned slightly, and then looked at the man behind him—it was another man, or demon, who was sitting across from his table at the moment—a gloomy man who was also dressed in pitch black, and exuded a trembling ominous aura all over his body, because he was wearing a loose hood on his head, and his specific face was not very clear, and only a pair of red pupils full of extreme hatred for the human world that could not be vented were like red pupils from the nine hells under the abyss.

Unexpectedly, there was no tyranny.

"Let them be quiet. ”

He just uttered bland words in a cold, almost mechanical tone.

"What a cold, cruel declaration. The man dressed as a noble prince looked at his companion behind him, and his handsome face showed an inexplicable smile, "However, this is exactly what I like about you—whether you are interested in becoming my envoy, the black-haired and red-eyed Death Bird." ”

"If you're confident that you'll be on the same level as the Millennium Public, I don't mind thinking about it. The man's tone was as calm as ever, without any ups and downs like stagnant water, "But I am not optimistic about you, wizard, your madness will eventually lead to your destruction." ”

"It's the best joke I've heard this year," said the noble boy who seemed to emerge from the painting only shrugged his shoulders at this, without the slightest hint of anger on his face, "but when the hero of the joke is me, it's not funny at all—yes, Death Bird." ”

Despite saying the names of his companions, he didn't look back at him.

Just open your arms—

Black, black, horror black, desperate black, and ...... The black of death.

It is a feast for crows and a feast for death.

Men and women, young and old, all people are truly equal – before life comes to an end.

Mars watched all this, at the faces of familiar and unfamiliar faces twisted by pain, at the complete loss of color of the living beings, at the ...... This world suddenly became strange.

- And then.

Forced to obey and finish everything he had at hand like a walking corpse, he realized what had just happened, and he hid behind the bartender alone, waiting for the death to come.

But...... The expected death did not come.

Until now.

The two of them, standing calmly between the layers of corpses, drank and talked at the same time, as if they had forgotten his existence, as if they had forgotten an ant that had survived from their feet, and forgot his existence.

He really didn't know whether to rejoice or be sad about it.

However, in any case, he survived, and he survived temporarily.

However, before he could breathe a sigh of relief, the accident happened again-

Someone's coming.

It's no surprise that as the only bar in the neighborhood that is open all night, Passion Tavern has a corresponding clientele at all times, just ...... Now is the wrong time for him to come.

- will die, will be killed.

Almost instinctively aware of the fate of the visitors, the mood is unusually calm...... Or rather, numbness.

I'm used to it.

Accustomed to killing, accustomed to death, even the mercy in my heart is not left.

But just as he was about to turn a blind eye to the man who had come to die, an untimely visitor appeared in front of the tavern - a little girl of seven or eight years old, with long black and dense hair as dark as night scattered behind her, her dark eyes full of innocence, small and delicate features, and a gothic black dress, beautiful as if she were a fairy from the forest in a fairy tale.

Can't let her go.

Fatherhood or male instinct prevented him from allowing indifference to grow, but the gradually recovering reason kept reminding him that what could a mere waiter do in the face of two obviously inhuman monsters...... Die?

Consciousness struggles and hovers between emotion and intellect until—

The body involuntarily moved.

"No, don't come in. He stopped the girl's path in a panic, and made a desperate effort that was doomed to be in vain, "It's very, very dangerous here—get out!"

"That's right," the girl tilted her head to show a cute expression like a cat, and then showed two small tiger teeth, and gave the man a sweet smile back, "Thank you, big brother, but I'm not afraid." ”

Unafraid...... Target?

His eyes widened slightly—only slightly, not because of his lack of surprise, but because of ...... He couldn't do more and bigger moves than slightly.

After all......

He's dead.

He couldn't die anymore, so naturally he didn't hear the girl's next words.

"Scared people...... It should be them. ”

The little girl smiled innocently and let the red blood splash her body.

She reached out and touched the blood on her cheeks that had not yet dried, still looking innocent and unworldly, gently and slowly brought her fingertips to her lips, stretched out her pink tongue like a lollipop and licked the viscous blood flowing down her fingertips, and then looked at the only two remaining people in the tavern: "You say, don't you?"

"Mistress Pandora. ”

"You're finally here. ”

The two of them stood up together and looked at the girl in front of them deferentially.

- Pandora.

There is no title, no name, or Pandora is her title, her name.

Although she appeared in front of the world in the form of a little girl, her essence was a real monster, a terrifying monster that even the Dark Secretaries had to tremble for, among the entire Chaos Sect and hundreds of Dark Secretaries, there were only eight people who could stand side by side with her, and as for those above her, they could be pointed out with a finger - there were only three people, at the top of the entire sect, the three archdukes who were as unpredictable as the dark abyss.

Piercing male, millennium male, and ...... Demon Male.

And under the Three Princes, there is only Jiuqing, Jiuqing, who stands at the head of the dark kings.

Pandora is one of them.

"I'm disappointed. The big man, who was one of the Nine Leaders of the Chaos Sect, almost had his emotions written on his face like a little girl who had lost her beloved toy, "Alfred, you've disappointed me - Amy Ulysses ran away - he's still alive, alive and well. ”

"It can't be. The Dark Wizard raised an eyebrow and repeated, "He couldn't have run away at the time." ”

"Ulysses must die. Ignoring the doubts and puzzles of the noble boy who seemed to have come out of the painting, the little girl's face suddenly showed an interested look, "In addition, I am very interested in Amy Ulysses - he may be qualified to be a carrier of 'hope'." ”

She paused, and then gave another order, a fate that could even be called the opposite of what had been called before.

"I want him. ”

"If this is your will," the Death Bird bowed slightly, "I will do it for you." ”

"Thank you," said Pandora, smiling as if he had received a novelty toy, and the smile on his face faded with a whirlwind in his dress, "but until then, we have business to do." ”

"What do you mean?" Alfred looked at the girl with a high position within the sect.

"Order is nothing but glitz, only chaos lasts forever. The little girl's face showed a holy color, and the black dress set off her like a black lily blooming in purgatory, "We have some more meaningful things to do, such as making Hemtika ......"

There was a short pause.

—become history. ”