210. The dog of God

Roschelton and Richard sat in the room at a loss.

"Shouldn't we run away?" Richard suggested.

Kelly gave him a not-so-friendly look, and the two of them immediately showed a timid look.

By now, she had to read the entire journal, she needed to know the results, and she knew she couldn't take her eyes off it.

If her feelings were accurate, she would end up in shock.

The rest of the book, as well as the previous contents, are a bit confusing in time, making it difficult to tell whether the narrator is going through these things, or if he has already gone through them, as if he was going through something and knew the outcome of it early on.

Maybe he couldn't tell the difference himself.

"While reading Edward White's writings, I discovered a terrible truth.

My reading skills were regressing, and my comprehension of words became difficult and hard work.

There is no doubt that the stickman took more than just a tongue from me.

I can also infer from my own behaviour in recent times that my personality has changed considerably, not because of my social position, but because of the destruction of my mind.

I'm not a good person, no, I'm actually a vindictive, jealous, narrow-minded bastard.

But I'm still going to say this, I should stop it, stickman, and I'm not going to call it by its name anymore, Abbott says there may be power in the name.

Luckily, on that tattered piece of paper, we found a way to partially seal the stickman.

Abbott says he can restore it and it will only take a little time, but do we really have that much time?

I can't see. ”

The text of the next paragraph is full of determination.

"I've been taken away too much, I'm turning into a monster.

"I asked Abbott and we talked to each other individually.

He believed that the tongue, as a tool for vocalization, represented the systematic language of human beings, and more than that, language was an important feature that distinguished humans from animals.

It represents humanity.

And my humanity is draining, no, I have not become cruel and cold-blooded, on the contrary, I am irritable, impulsive, irrational, impatient.

I'm turning into an animal.

The bestiality was taking its toll on my body, and I didn't tell Abbott that I had left school for a few nights and was running in the wilderness, howling towards the moon.

How free I was at that moment.

Looks like I'm running out of time, and I need to stop it! ”

Kelly flipped the page.

Pain echoed on the tip of her tongue, and she tasted the despair of the writer.

"We acted, as planned.

Even though we have taken stickman so seriously, we still fail.

Sally died, and she traded her soul for Grant's life.

Abbott is crazy.

He never betrayed us, and he always wanted to help me escape from the clutches of the monster, but he failed, and the monster gained a tongue, so it only said a few words and turned Abbott into its minions.

Abbott was once a dark wizard who used evil and bloody magic to mutilate others.

He wants to atone for his sins, he is really repenting of his previous sins, and now he is no longer the same person he used to be, he is confident, calm, gentle, and kind.

But even if the stickman moves his tongue, he awakens his deepest evil, makes him fall back into hell, and suddenly kills Grant, whom he sees as his son.

Maybe it's because he also knows that if he hesitates for a moment, he probably won't be able to bear to do it.

Grant died.

So Sally also gave up everything, she bowed down to the devil and begged for it like crazy.

She only wants him to live, even if she gives up everything.

So the devil took everything from her.

Grant and I got out of there.

But we lost everything.

Although Grant did not become insane, he completely lost his fighting spirit, paralyzing himself with alcohol and hallucinogens.

I struggled to communicate with him, but it didn't work much.

In fact, although he didn't say it, I knew that he hated me.

And he really should hate me, it's all my fault.

As my bestiality grew, my perception of people became so strong that I was amazed, but my control over my actions was slowly weakening.

I should have seen this happen, but I couldn't see anything. ”

The diary was coming to an end, and Kelly's mood was starting to get excited.

"I asked Grant what he thought, and he was so heartbroken that he thought of him as half a father's best friend wanted to kill him, and that the love of his life had given everything for his life, and that her soul might live forever in pain and despair.

I was able to persuade him to change his mind, and if he used my power enough times, he would definitely find the right way.

But every time I use this evil force, reason and humanity move a little away from me.

When I woke up one day, I noticed that I had a lot of hair on my body.

It's like a beast.

It's funny to say, for the first half of my life, I have been chasing the so-called money status, but when I have it, it seems so tasteless.

In the more than a month I've known these three people, I've been reborn, and every day I know what I'm going to do.

If I had understood this at the beginning, would I not have had to pay such a heavy price, Abbott would have died happily as a kind old man surrounded by everyone, and Sally would have lived a life full of quarrels but extremely happy with Grant.

I'm going to stop it, swear by all that's left of me.

I asked, and Grant hadn't completely given up on revenge, but he couldn't face his friend who had become a slave to the demons, and he didn't have the confidence to defeat it.

And I've found a way to balance the impulses in my body.

That is, to keep reciting in my mind a small passage on that tattered paper:

'By the mercy of the Lord, may I pay for our original sins by my deeds, O God who knows and does all the power and goodness, bless me, and you will be with me, and I will be your sword to destroy all evil for you. ’

Grant alone can't defeat Abbott Seal Stickman.

But with me, he may not have the courage to kill his friend, but to me, who is not very human, killing is just a small thing.

If I can maintain my sanity, stay awake, and at the same time let the power of the beast fill my body, and add the power I have gained, it will not be without chance.

I will be God's fiercest hound.

I have been inspired. ”

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