5

A human being once said that there is always a world of difference between ideals and reality.

More than a thousand years have passed since my feet stepped on the ground, and the seventh deity has come to the throne. I watched my good friend, the one-of-a-kind Black Emperor, fall from the sky, and watched glorious times be born in His hands. I watched as war swept across the land, and people struggled to survive in despair, leaving behind my favorite sights of desolation and decay. Then, in this peaceful age, I was sitting in a window seat at a cheap café in Beckland, waiting for the editorial staff to arrive.

Yes, I am an angel. I am working.

My job is to write plays and novels for theatres and magazines, and I work because I am short of money and bored. The purpose of proving one's demonic identity has been achieved, so the total destruction of the previous sect is not a big deal, and the sect I re-founded in the Fifth Age has grown savagely in the gap between war and peace, and it will undoubtedly require a lot of money, since the death of Russell Gustav, they have not had a lot of money in their hands for a long time. And my allies are very poor, and cults are always poor.

When He was awake, I asked, "Are all the evil gods so poor?" ”

He replied, a little melancholy, "Yes." The Second and Fourth Ages were passable, and since the Fifth Age, many ways of obtaining resources and money have been regulated, and funds have limited the expansion of sects and believers. ”

At this time, I heard His followers praying and thoughtfully conveyed, "Your Holy One has said that the activity is not well funded and wants to seek your guidance. ”

He was silent for a moment, and then spat out words like "sown, z, ow@nswo!" from his mouth. nsn,ds jack copied ijwj! sns, #kqn errorerrorisw@&ns", it seems that this time it is because of poverty and madness, but the chaotic babble is also mixed with Russian "no money", "it's useless to look for me", "to make money", so as to ignore prayer and try to escape reality.

It's miserable, how do the Rose Bishops make money, do they want to use flesh and blood magic to perform. So I said, "I'll sponsor a small plantation." ”

"Okay." He replied without thinking, then paused, and continued to whisper in a way that was covered up.

6

The one who seems to be the current best-selling novelist arranged by the editorial department, I have met her once, her decadent and self-defeating appearance, and the soul that was once tainted with contraband can make a demon feel a little good, but the fly in the ointment is that she is not really happy to fall, and there is a strong desire to survive hidden under the seemingly lifeless appearance, which is extremely annoying.

The wind chimes rang in the doorway, and I looked up to see the young woman with long brown hair and slightly curly hair walking briskly and sitting across from me.

"Good afternoon, Miss Furth Wall."

As a polite gentleman, I got up and took the initiative to greet her: "Looks like you've brought enough interesting stories to tell." ”

She smiled tiredly when she heard this, and the dark circles under her eyes and the fact that she was late for more than half an hour exposed the fact that she was on the wrong side of the paper. Miss Forth sat down, pulled a thick piece of manuscript paper from her bag, and placed it on the table.

That's a lot. I glanced at the three-centimeter-thick paper, and although the information could be obtained in an instant, I had to pretend to read them word by word, not too fast, not too slow, and in the process of showing the posture of a human reading with various facial expressions, I hope this story is really interesting - I took it with a smile and pushed my glasses to start looking at it - I had to finish it quickly, and later today I will have to report to my crazy ally about his divine descent, And communicating with Him often involves wasting a lot of time listening to Him.

For this reason, He gave me a seal as both a protection and a symbol of alliance. It is a small cross, an object that He held when He was still "the sun", and it is effective against the effects of pollution and whispering, including all kinds of filthy spirituality.

It's an impeccable gift that can be ......

But. I'm a demon.

At least I was a demon on my face, giving me this seal and letting me carry it with me, and my first reaction after hearing the news was "He doesn't trust me" and "He is testing my true ways", and I was cautious about this for at least ten years, and then I confirmed through daily conversations that He didn't think about it at all, He just didn't think about it.

Hanging on my chest is too much like a clergyman, and I'm not a believer in hanging people. In the end, I chose to make the earrings with this little pure cross.

7

Forth Wall reached out and pressed his eyebrows, and his eyes hurt a little. During the week-long deadline, she spent the first six days leisurely, at the cost of staying up almost all night last night, and still writing until the first half hour of the arrival. Procrastination can't be cured, it can't be cured in this life, and only by rushing to the manuscript can you turn it in on time.

She yawned slightly, ready to catch up on sleep after a quick conversation, and squinted at her collaborator sitting across from her.

Mr. Edward Vaughn was a well-known writer in Beckland, often receiving commissions to write operas and occasional novellas. But his works, which are mostly formal, with a hint of tragedy and irony, were popular in the early years, and now people tend to yearn for light-hearted comic operas or more entertaining plays, and his audience is often just the same serious academic scholars and old-fashioned gentlemen.

I'm not sure I'm going to work with such an old-fashioned, uh no, serious senior...... The female writer who is the best at catching people's attention with romance novels scratched her hair, alas, but this time the cooperation on the script is well paid, and if it can be successfully completed, I can plan a New Year's trip plan for the end of this year, and maybe I can take Hugh with me......

"Miss Wall."

The other party's soft call interrupted her thoughts.

"Miss Wall."

Firth was stunned for a moment, then looked up to find that the other party was staring at him. The eyes were jet black, with a faint glow behind the lenses, like a void, and the dark iris almost fused with the pupils, making it difficult to distinguish.

"Yes." She was a little cramped, "What's wrong?" ”

"According to your plot, in a pair of lovers who love each other deeply, the male protagonist dies, and the female protagonist is very sad and determined to avenge her lover." Mr. Edward lifted his glasses and spread a page of manuscript paper on the table, he read it very carefully, "But the poor heroine has limited ability, and in the end it was their friends who came to help to bring the murderer to the rescue...... Miss Wall, I remember that the editorial request was a comedy. ”

"It's a comedy, indeed." Furth sat up straight with a slight embarrassment, "Isn't it comedy that friend caught the murderer with her help and got him the punishment he deserved?" Ah, I'm sorry, it's my first time in theater production, and I may not be able to understand it with you......"

"Young lady, such an ending is not a comedy."

Mr. Edward Vaughan commented: "...... Lack of tension, lack of explosiveness. If revenge is to be taken, why can't it be the poor lady who slashes the enemy herself? She is weak but not weak, and the power of hatred and love will make her incomparably strong, and if she succeeds, everyone will applaud her beautiful appearance bathed in the blood of her enemies and weep with joy, and if she dies for it, it will be a moving tragedy. The victory of the weak over the strong and the revenge of justice is the favorite plot of the audience, I believe you should have watched "The Return of the Count", I like it very much, this famous play by Russell the Great. ”

"You're right." "It was my first attempt at scripting, and I forgot the difference between a novel and a play, so I wasn't bold enough. I'll go back and make changes...... Do you have any other suggestions? ”

"No, miss, your writing is excellent, it's just that the plot is dragging it down because of your cautious conservatism." The dark-brown-haired middle-aged gentleman had a gentle smile on his face, which made people involuntarily relax and want to get close, he sorted out the manuscript paper in its original form and handed it back to Forth, "I am very much looking forward to the final result of my cooperation with you." ”

If this script is successfully bought by the theater, I will get at least 30% of the proceeds, which is nearly 100 pounds! Great, it seems that this year's New Year's trip has been settled, not only can you take it with you, maybe you still have a balance! Of course, the most important thing is to hurry back to sleep—and Furth was overjoyed, and immediately replied, "Thank you, Mr. Vaughn." ”

8

"You are the essence of withering."

"You are the Great Being behind the Veil of Shadows, you are the Monarch from the Deep Darkness."

In the cascade of prayers, one voice overpowered them. Edward calmly stirred the coffee in his hand, added a sugar cube and a spoonful of milk, and raised it to his lips to take a sip. Pure black eyes look out at the street outside the glass wall, reflecting the passing crowd like a mirror. After Furth left, he stayed here and did not leave, drinking coffee while enjoying the city scenery in the afternoon, waiting for the call of his allies.

"You are the eye of the living, benevolent Edward Vaughn."

Edward looked sideways, his gaze far away from where the prayer had come from. In the almost darkened room, a man standing quietly in the shadows was praying. Judging from his size, he is a man, and a long strand of hair slips from the corner of the hood that covers his face, and his face looks soft and bewitching, similar to a woman. This is an acquaintance, and there are many crazy believers under the allies, and he must be able to rank high.

Mr. A felt the gaze from afar, and continued to pray without changing his face: "...... Your Highness, Honorable Angel of the Abyss, My Lord has just sent down an oracle and the time has come to invite you to speak in His sanctuary. ”

Edward nodded and responded, "I see." ”

Extinguishing the image of the prayer, he silently recited the name of the true Creator in his mind, and then felt a loud and chaotic whisper in his ears, and a wisp of consciousness was pinpointed by the ally across the great distance, and then taken away. When he opened his eyes again, he was standing in the deepest shadow kingdom of God, the floor beneath his feet with wriggling flesh and severed limbs, and here and there were fragmented human bodies and bones covered with signs of corrosion. On the distant peak stood an inverted cross higher than the peak, and the evil god who was hanging upside down was covered in blood, and a blood-red vertical eye turned up and down for a few seconds, and then stared at him.

"Good afternoon, ally."

Edward was accustomed to this, using the black cane of unknown material in his hand to remove the fleshy tentacles that tried to wrap around his legs and feet, still with a gentle smile on his face: "You look good right now. ”

The voice of the true creator rumbled, the flesh and blood knelt down, and the corpse trembled: "What is the situation? ”

"It went very well." "The seed has been planted, the mother's mood is stable, but the helper is not resting, and there are some traces of a twisted fate, and I will continue to keep an eye on it for you." ”

9

"That's right." At the end of the detailed exchange of information, I said, "While you're in good shape, would you like to taste my new learning cake?" ”

Hearing this, the true Creator's red eyes shook violently, and before I could say anything more, He threw it out along with the space where I was standing, and I didn't even have time to sell a few more words. What a good way to end the conversation, and I'll use it next time—I returned to the café and heard His roar coming intermittently from the sanctuary, echoing in my ears:

"Don't !"

"It's unpalatable, Englishman...... It's unpalatable, you eat it yourself! ”

You're welcome. I drank my cold coffee, got up to check out, and felt confident in my act of playing human.

TBC

(1) The script is a metaphor for Dai Li, but you can imagine what will happen.

(2) Edward's cooking was delicious, and it was unpalatable in order to play the stereotypical "Englishman". I was scared when I ate it. Mazao: Don't be a human being.