It sounds weird, but I shouldn't have it...... It, the memory of death, the apostles, the doctors, this whole day.

Even though I still wish to forget all the horror and death that had happened on this day, they are deeply engraved in my mind like a curse, and all the memories are so clear and unusually clear that they were engraved in my mind since I was born, and all the images are vivid, defying the erosion of any time.

It all started on the 21st day, when we were ready to assemble at the control department to end the day's fateful work. However, when I leisurely walked to the main lounge connecting the Central Headquarters and the Intelligence Department, I suddenly saw darkness (in fact, the actual feeling is extremely difficult to describe, it is a complex state mixed with distraction and etherealism, but the result is similar to the description in the text), my limbs instantly lost strength, and my body collapsed to the ground as if it had lost the support of bones, but I did not feel any discomfort, as if I was experiencing a grotesque ghost dream, or...... That's what death feels like.

"I will cure all diseases, and you will have a new life......"

After a while, a gentle word suddenly reached my ears—in fact, it was hardly an ordinary word, but like a white iron hook falling from the sky, tearing my sleeping soul out of the river Styx, full of death and pain, and gradually pulling it back into my unconscious body, and when the process was completely over, I regained my consciousness and my body was rejuvenated. When I and other unfortunate employees in the same area were still in great doubt and anxiety, "it" appeared out of thin air in the "crowd" of people who were gradually getting up from the ground, as if it should have existed here.

I looked at it briefly: it was dressed in a black robe, a black fedora on its head, and a beak mask that covered its entire face. It has no arms, instead two black wings that stretch outward. Obviously, it wasn't a human, but an anomaly that I didn't know about. I and the rest of my containment team who were present immediately cordoned off the area, weaponized the monster that had suddenly appeared here, and forbade any kind of direct contact with it by any staff. Just as we were maintaining order as if we were facing a great enemy, the "it" in the center spoke:

"I'm here to heal. Come to me if you need it. I'd love to help you guys. ”

It was a voice with a gentle tone of extreme reassurance, enough to render most of the psychological defenses useless, but I knew very well that there was hardly anyone in this company who could act out of sheer good, let alone a fancier, I thought, motioning to my colleagues on the other side to ignore it.

"There was nothing under the mask. Flesh and blood will decay over time, but the soul will not. ”

"It" whispered to us again, and I glanced around vigilantly, "it" was still motionless, but some of the employees on the periphery seemed to be interested in "it"?! They couldn't help but move in our direction, but they seemed to be able to maintain their sanity despite the threat of force from the containment team.

"I will save you from the apocalypse, trust me."

This time it's completely bad! At the moment when the strange thing finished stating its last word, all the faces of everyone around instantly emitted a strange and strange look, staring directly at the "it" in the center, and the civilians began to gather in the direction of "it" uncontrollably, all the threats and shouts of force did not have any effect, and even some members of the containment team began to lose control of their bodies, and looked in the direction of "it" in unison, at this time I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my brain, The body also began to twist uncontrollably in that damn direction......

"Click!!

Just as the situation was about to spiral out of control, there was a deafening loud bang in the lounge, followed by a continuous buzzing sound that reverberated imperceptibly. "Huh!" The moment I heard the voice, the sharp pain in my brain immediately subsided, and the other employees instantly regained their senses and began to quickly move away from the thing they had just been rushing to with panic. However, "it" immediately curled up on the ground the moment the sound erupted, and as the continuous pulse, the spread of its wings gradually began to contract, and finally formed an egg-like strange shape, so far, it still did not move.

"Attention to the staff of the Central Headquarters, please pay attention to the employees of the Central Headquarters." The Central Headquarters suddenly issued a big broadcast and issued a clear instruction to us: "...... Lay down your weapons, remove your EGO gear on the spot, and leave the work area in an orderly manner with the help of employees from the Ministry of Welfare. Repeat ......"

As he spoke, a group of heavily armed employees in hazmat suits and blue armbands quickly walked into the room we were, and they quickly blocked all entrances and exits, and kept driving us out of here, collecting our stripped EGO gear and cordoning it off, not knowing what to do......

Sure enough, we were quarantined in turn and urgently underwent the "mIV comprehensive inspection" urgently organized by the Ministry of Welfare, and later that day, most of the employees were put back. But after all this, I naturally couldn't calm down anymore, and I just filled my stomach hastily that day, and then climbed into bed early with a feeling of anxiety.

"There was nothing under the mask. Flesh and blood will decay over time, but the soul will not. ”

It was the familiar whisper again, and in the haze of my mind, I seemed to see the figure of "it", under the waning moon with violet petals flying, it stared directly at me through the empty bird's beak mask.

"O soul as clear as eternity, my devotees, have you remembered that you swore to send down a holy fire from heaven and burn away all obstacles."

I didn't feel any fear in the face of it, and "it" slowly approached me, spreading its wings, and gradually obscuring my vision under the moonlight.

"Come to me, and you will regain your new ......"

"Jingle bells! Jingle bells! Jingle bells! Ding......"

Suddenly, a rapid alarm clock rang, and I was suddenly awakened from that strange dream, "Heh! I scrambled to sit up from the bed, thinking about everything in my dream, and gasping for breath, "That'...... What is that......" I wiped the cold sweat from my head slightly, grabbed the cup on the side and poured a sip of water, and after my mood calmed down slightly, I got out of bed, "It's so weird......" I thought so and touched my forehead, "I can't be sick......

But even so, it is necessary to prepare for today's work immediately. "It's okay, maybe I'm just too scared...... I comforted myself, began to wash, dress, eat breakfast, and went to the control staff preparation room for the morning meeting as usual.

As soon as I entered the gate, I immediately felt an unprecedented tension, Camille and the others had been assigned EGO equipment early, but they were obviously not their usual guys, but all EGO weapons of the type of guns or rocket launchers - including the wasp (rifle, original owner: Queen Bee, designation: T-04-50), shedding skin (rocket artillery, original owner: Naked Nest, designation: O-02-74), they all looked solemn without exception, and kept fiddling with the weapons in their hands; The civilians sat uneasy, stroking their pistols with desperate expressions......

"Devna." As soon as Minister Marcus saw me, he came up to me with a very grotesque-looking scepter-shaped EGO weapon, "Take it, Paradise Lost, and don't let it go at any time today." She said in a heavy and serious tone, and I suddenly realized the gravity of the situation. I looked the weapon up and down, it was a white scepter, an equally white four-legged snake wrapped around the staff, a white winged and red wing as the head, and the red apple that was the core was distorted. I took it from the minister's hand, and the moment I touched it, an indescribably strange picture conjured up in my mind: an absurd paradise of blood-colored plants and white walls, a distorted and hideous apostle, a desecrated liquid gurgling from the fountain in the center of the paradise, soaking the shattered earth beneath my feet, grotesque and deformed angels flying under the blood-colored sky, chanting incessantly:

"The gates of Paradise slowly opened at my knock.

I came from the end, and I don't have any nostalgia, I just stop here.

I am the one who lights the lamp of hope and faces the world.

From now on, my beloved, I will show you the most wonderful and brilliant path. ”

"Smack!" Minister Marcus snapped his fingers and pulled me back from the blurry sediment. I hurriedly thanked her, held "Paradise Lost" vigorously, and returned to my position in the audience.

In the morning meeting that followed, according to Secretary Marcus's explanation, I learned that while I was being inspected by the Ministry of Welfare, the Department of Corrections immediately locked down the entire middle department, and after being forced into hibernation by the reverse Kabbalah suppressor, it was "placed" in a vacant containment unit in Sector 1 of the Central Headquarters, designated O-01-45, called: "Plague Doctor".

Get to work.

I carried the Paradise Lost on my back, and under the instructions of the supervisor, I went to the second section of the lower level of the central headquarters, which is open today, and the epidemic doctor, which is being housed in the containment unit built here. I'm joined today by a large group of new Containment Team staff, who are not equipped with any EGO gear, who seem to have been given temporary instructions to transfer to the Containment Team, and are still happily discussing what they saw last night when they were still civilians.

There was no trace of the same pleasure in my eyes, and according to the cruel experience of my memory, they were undoubtedly cannon fodder prepared by the director to guard against or contain something, and they were complete victims. And for now, all it has to do is undoubtedly the "it" that is behaving quite mildly and tame in the containment unit - the plague doctor.

Yes, the harsh reality is clear to me: there is no way I can save them, and any attempt to replace them in their jobs or inform them of their situation will be directly regarded as disobeying orders and will be subsequently terminated by the supervisor. Objectively speaking, and their sacrifice is meaningful, more lives will be saved, even if it is not of their own will......

I thought about it, and my mood instantly dropped by three points, but I knew very well that any sadness and regret was meaningless, and all I could do was to do everything I needed to do to make them die more deservedly.

Today's work intensity is unexpectedly light, and without exception, it is focused on epidemic doctors. In addition to the "cannon fodder", there are only ten employees on duty today, and only the elite with seniority at the upper level are retained, and the employees of the middle department are forcibly ordered to take leave. With the exception of me, all the employees of the upper divisions were stationed in the rooms at the junction of the middle and upper levels, with crossbows, rifles, and rocket launchers...... A wide variety of ranged weapons are held in their hands, and there are no types that deal white damage. It seemed that they were going to face a terrible battle, and everyone's face was filled with solemnity and unease.

It appears that an employee has been instructed by a supervisor to go to the doctor's containment unit to begin work. Out of curiosity and concern, I followed him to the door of the containment unit and peeked in through the porthole: he seemed to be communicating, and the epidemic doctor was quite restrained and gentle, and had full patience with the staff stammering or offending it.

"I have a wound on my head, why don't I get it healed?"

I was stunned for a moment, and my heart chuckled - how could I hear the signature calm and calm voice of the plague doctor who shouldn't have reached my ears when the containment unit was completely soundproofed?! The staff in the containment unit seemed to be still communicating with the doctor, and I pricked up my ears and looked at his moving lips, but I couldn't hear a word coming out of his mouth. Listen to it again, it is the whisper of the epidemic doctor:

"I will cure all diseases, and you will have a new life."

Witnessing this, my body was suddenly eroded by a nameless fear, and my head was dizzy and my spine was cold. Instinctively fearful and reflexive, I staggered back two steps, but soon reason and curiosity prevailed again, and I took a deep breath, suppressed my restless emotions, and stepped forward again to observe:

The employee's work seemed to be coming to an end, but he didn't mean to leave the containment unit immediately, and at the same time, the doctor spread his dark wings and slowly approached the employee, and for some reason, the employee walked towards the doctor with the same joy on his face, and stepped over the cordon without hesitation, and finally he was wrapped in the doctor's wings, as if he was performing some kind of ceremony. In a burst of purple light and the joy of the light spots that flew from nowhere, everything settled, and the employee had a relaxed look in his eyes, clasped his hands, and left the arms of the epidemic doctor's wings with satisfaction, and did not forget to bow to it to thank it when he returned to the corridor.

"What a doctor!" When the employee walked out of the containment unit, he said indignantly to us, "Why is it being treated like this here?!" ”

I chose to remain silent, cautiously observing the employee's behavior, though there seemed to be nothing unusual other than a simple emotional catharsis, and a blood-colored cross looming in the back of his head......

This bizarre work continued at the orders of the Director, with more people being ordered into the containment unit (even though they seemed to be more than happy to do so) and being treated and experienced in the same way as their predecessors. As the number of hours I worked, my head became more and more painful, and my consciousness began to blur, so I had to take out Paradise Lost in advance and hold on to it to relieve this strange symptom. At the same time, the plague doctors in the containment unit seem to be getting whiter and whiter, and their appearance is becoming more and more absurd and bizarre......

Finally, after seeing the guy take off his fedora at some point, revealing the white head with a porcelain luster behind the mask, I was forcibly ordered by the supervisor to leave the corridor and go to the main lounge of the second district of the central headquarters to stand by, with an additional order: never put down the weapon in your hand at any time, and always be ready for battle.

I received the order, and with a sense of relief, I almost fled the hallway, and walked up the stairs to the main lounge, where there was no end in sight, clutching Paradise Lost in my hands, but still in my heart. Last night's strange dreams, today's sights, flying violet petals, crosses...... Damn it! Why don't I have any memories of this anomaly?! The hall was bustling with Chinese jobs, but their conversation and laughter did not make me feel any comfort, as if it was a wordless ridicule that tormented my heart even more, and I didn't know if I could protect them, at this moment.

"O my apostle, why do you refuse the gift?"

A whisper suddenly came out of my head, and my spirit suddenly tensed, "Damn! I won't give in to you! I roared violently, frightening the civilians who were walking in twos and threes. And my state is no more optimistic, this haunting whisper makes me more nervous, I don't know...... I don't know how that damn thing affected my spirit, I just clenched, clenched, tightened, the last possible straw in my hand.

"Paradise is in front of you, buckle it, bathe in my light!" After about three minutes, the whispers reappeared, this time palpably gloomy, but filled with a calm, solemn, judge-like majesty, as if a sacred judgment was being held on a prisoner whose sins could not be forgiven. I had a chill down my spine, my hands were trembling, my forehead was sweating layer after layer, but I didn't dare to let go of a hand to wipe it, I didn't know what kind of power it was, I didn't know what I should do, I had to be like a lamb in a well, anxiously looking forward to the glimmer of life that the supervisor poked out of the well.

"Devna, don't be afraid. I am with you, and I will give you salvation...... And why are you hesitating? I'm working miracles. About the same three minutes later, it whispered to me again, in a tone so tactful and earnest, that it was hard to refuse, as if a poor girl in rags was praying to you......

At this point, the Director sent a message, in a firm, tough tone, and he ordered me to continue to hold on to Paradise Lost in my hand, and not to let go no matter what.

"Listen to my teachings, forsake your flesh and blood, and you will have a new life!"

"Nope! Dream! I'm not going to let go! "I roared, my whole body trembling with great fear." Unconditional compliance with the company's articles of incorporation......" I kept silently reciting in my heart. I must follow the orders of the supervisor!

“……”

"Today...... Don't you realize that the pain is no smaller? You should trust me and give your life to me. "It" gave me an ultimatum in my head:

"But at this point, I will show you what power is."