Dog's breakfast.

Everything was shattered and turned into scraps, the slag of the desk was scattered in chunks, the books were toppled to the ground, the pages were crumpled under trampling, and the sharp ceramic shards were soaked in water and mingled with the white tea leaves.

The carpet was torn by wild beasts, and silk after silk was entangled on the ground like a mess of hair, turning upside down, revealing a miserable white inner tank.

Blood pooled in small puddles on the undulations of the carpet corpse, slowly and irresistibly seeping into the fur.

Magnus twitched uncontrollably, he didn't dare to breathe, but the uncontrollable sobs still leaked from the tip of his nose, dripping with blood on his knees, he trembled lightly and lowered his head, he saw his knees, which were so white that they were blackened, coldly losing their blood.

He was wrong, he was wrong...... Father, forgive him, he was deceived, he didn't know, he didn't know...... Forgive him...... He just wanted to save his heirs...... Forgive him......

Magnus was trying to shrink himself, covering his mouth tightly so that he didn't make a sound, he wanted to vomit, the fishy sweetness of the viscous viscera lingered in his mouth, but he didn't dare to move, he didn't even dare to swallow, the warm and cold liquid accumulated in his mouth, and then was squeezed and slowly slid down his esophagus.

The uncontrollable sobbing made him feel the pain of choking into his trachea at any moment, and his cracked nails choked his face, and the sharp points pierced into his skin, oozing blood.

His slightly trembling messy hair obscured his vision, the last futile disguise of Magnus, he didn't dare to look up a little, he didn't dare- he didn't-

The most brutal beast was staring at him, eyes not blinking.

The only piece of furniture intact in this room was a mortal-sized chair, intact, without a single crack, and not a single trace of dust on the legs, out of place with all the chaos.

He sat there.

Directly across from the kneeling Magnus, he sat like a statue, bent like a drawn bow, his elbows on his knees, his hands crossed over his lower cheeks.

He tilted his head subtly, his black hair pouring down, blocking one eye, revealing only one, unblinking, inorganic, emotionless, inhuman.

He tilted his head, staring at Magnus's deeply-lowered face, trying to hide.

Magnus let out a small sob.

No, no, no, no, how he wished he would disappear at once, no longer bear all this, no longer be watched, away from all this pain.

The monster remained motionless, blood mixed with tears running down his cheeks, staining his boots.

"Traitor,"

He said

"Failure,"

A golden light lit up from under his eyes.

Magnus suddenly twitched violently, his hand twitching and letting go of his clenched mouth, and he vomited blood and fragments of internal organs uncontrollably, but this was far from the true source of the Bitter Hell.

His soul burned.

The vast sky broke through the golden light, and the blinding and scorching ones descended, and the flames swept and rushed, and everything swayed, screaming and nowhere to escape.

The flames burned and burned, and the whole room burned to the ground under the golden flames, Magnus struggled to rise and fall in the sea of flames, tongues of fire burning through the bones and licking the brains—

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N-no!

He was wrong!! He was wrong!! Forgive him! Forgive him!!

Leave him alone!!

Despot! Forgive him!!!

Magnus roared, blood and tears splashed in his eyes, he suffocated and frantically grabbed his hair with his hands, and he looked at him furiously—

Magnus coughed up a mouthful of blood, the first splattering on the ironed carpet and a flower blooming.

Magnus looked up in disbelief, trembling,

He saw that everything was in good condition, that the room was golden and intact, that the tea wafted from the cups of warm moisture, and that the books were sitting safely in their place.

He was sitting on the only broken golden throne, staring at him without blinking,

+ My son, +

He said

+ My pride. +

Magnus's eyes ached violently, they burning in his sockets, and he gasped loudly, roaring out broken syllables, his hands scratching at his sockets.

Magnus stood up half-straight and looked across from him, saliva dripping from his lips, staring at him in horror and despair.

He shuddered, shuddered and opened his mouth slightly, whimpering like a wounded little beast.

[Father? 】

He said in a hoarse voice, and then Magnus held his head in pain, his nails cutting across his scalp, tearing off the flesh, and tearing his vocal cords with a sharp cry,

[Father?! Father!!! Don't- Don't!! No!!! 】

[Don't !!! 】

[I didn't mean to?!! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry

Magnus's voice stopped abruptly, and he burst out laughing heartbreakingly, his eyes twitching, and tears of blood gushing out wildly,

Magnus suffocated as he stroked the smooth skin of his face, which should have been another eye.

Magnus hung his head sharply, his hand staring at him—

Then he plunged his finger directly into his last eye, and the scarlet darkness immediately enveloped him, the wet liquid soaked his fingertips, the muscles of his fingers strained, Magnus curled up and collapsed to the ground, struggling like a dehydrated fish.

His hands twitched, and the soft, wet flesh lay caressing him, but it grew cold and hardened.

Just as he had hoped.

Magnus squeezed himself against the carpet, and with the last of his strength he pushed the shattered eyeball forward, the burrs of the carpet stabbing him.

The round crystal lay in the palm of his hand, looking straight at the judge, the executioner, the victim, the father, the tyrant, the emperor.

【Dedicated to you, dedicated to you......】

Blood flowed from Magnus's mouth, and he whimpered,

[Forgive me, Father...... Forgive me......]

"Nope."

The emperor got up and went straight away,

"Magnus, I will never trust you."

The sound of boots stomping on the ground sounded like a clump of careless garbage, and Magnus collapsed in a pool of blood, his empty eyes staring at a reality he could no longer see.

Great despair looked at him, and Magnus fainted.

"Crunch—"

After nine days and nine nights, the door finally opened, and Hades was shocked, and when he opened his eyes, he saw the emperor walking out calmly, and the clothes on his body were rarely wrinkled.

A thin smell of blood wafted from the crack in the door, releasing a dull stench of broken tissue.

Hades opened his mouth to say something, but he decided to glance at Machado, who he saw was still calm, just quietly following behind the emperor.

Hades looked back and looked at the room again, and finally he chose to follow.

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