twenty three.
“It hurts so much…”
Alice's voice was very soft, so soft that it sounded like a sigh.
Su Yun smelled the scent of blood. He listened to Alice's playful and coquettish speech. For some reason, he felt a sharp pain in his chest.
Su Yun stretched out his hand to heal the wound. He didn't need to grow up quickly. He still had countless time. Waiting didn't make him bored. He didn't want to see his creations bleed because of this.
——Even though the little plagues had fought among themselves countless times, Su Yun inexplicably felt that this time was different.
"Eh? Father God, are you going to treat me? No..." Alice lowered her wrist in grievance. He inserted the thin blade into her forearm with more force and tilted his head. "Father God, are you disgusted with me? Don't reject Alice, okay?"
After saying that, Alice didn't give Su Yun a chance to refute. He pulled out the blade and threw it on the ground. Then he raised his hand and gently held the baby's face. The blood flowed down his arms, and as Alice touched him, it dyed Su Yun's naked skin exposed outside the swaddling clothes red.
Su Yun tasted blood.
Thick, sweet, and with a fishy sourness... This is not the smell of human blood.
The irrigation of blood caused changes in the baby in the cradle. The newborn's tender body grew at a speed visible to the naked eye, gradually growing into the appearance of a two-year-old child.
Alice looked at his god devoutly and obsessively. He stretched out his hand and lightly touched the outline of the child, like a ritual of worshiping the gods.
Su Yun reached out and wiped the blood off his face. Now his arms finally had some strength, but they were still weak compared to an adult's body.
The bloodstains gradually faded, leaving only clean, spotless skin.
Alice reached out and picked up Su Yun, and rubbed her cheek against the child's face: "Let's go, there are children's clothes in my room... They are what I wore before, and they are very suitable for the current Father God."
twenty two.
The main house restaurant.
Under the brilliant lights was a solemn decoration. The head maid led the maids to move between the tables and chairs, arranging the dining table in an orderly manner.
The maids moved quickly and silently, and their inhuman side was magnified to the maximum in the old house. Everyone's movements were exactly the same, with similar and neat arcs, as if they had been measured at the same angle.
Their expressions are also extremely similar, like dolls, exquisite and perfect, without any flaws.
If an ordinary human being lived in the ancient house of Syracuse, he would go crazy sooner or later. But the fact that Jenny Black could live safely to this age could only mean that she was no longer an ordinary person.
Jenny has never been married, and she has known for a long time that she will have to spend the rest of her life in this old house.
The door of the restaurant opened, and the real owner of the mansion entered the place he had been away from for a long time. Jenny quickly retreated to the corner, regretting that there was no shadow in the room for her to stay.
The owner who was a baby a few hours ago has now grown into a toddler of about two years old, with short black hair that is pure black and dull, and silver eyes that reflect the lights in the entire restaurant.
The toddler was wearing a pure black miniature formal suit with a light blue decorative tie at the collar.
Everyone in this family seems to love black. No matter how old they look, their clothes are always similar.
The boy seemed to want to take the child to the main seat, but the dedicated head maid had already placed a seat for the child there, so the boy placed the child in the armchair at the signal. The boy looked at the tableware on the table that was also scaled down and smiled curiously: "These tableware are... do you still have them?"
Alice smiled sweetly and said, "Yes, I have kept all the gifts you gave me."
Back then, the three little plagues were still the size of children, and Su Yun made almost all miniature daily necessities for them, including tableware.
Su Yun: "Then are the tableware I gave Theresa and Jasmine still there?"
Alice blinked. "What is that? I haven't seen it before... Maybe it was thrown away?"
Su Yun turned around and accurately found the head maid, who bowed slightly to him and said, "Master, they are all properly stored in the warehouse."
Just at this moment, the door of the restaurant opened again, and the nominal head of Syracuse walked in. He sat down at the lower left of the main seat, opposite Alice.
Flora's eyes were fixed on Su Yun, not giving Alice any sidelong glances: "My God, you have drunk the blood of the plague."
Su Yun nodded, but due to his body size, this action, which should have been gentle and tolerant, turned out to be as cute as that of a little adult.
Flora smiled slowly, her red eyes were like coagulating blood, the thick crimson color became darker and darker.
"Our blood stinks, please be patient."
Su Yun was stunned for a moment, then disagreed: "No, Alice's blood doesn't have any bad smell."
His articulation is not very clear yet, so if he wants to express himself clearly he has to speak slowly.
Alice's eyes lit up immediately, and Su Yun could almost hear a prompt sound like "swoosh" or "ding". Then Alice began to look down at her arm, as if she was scanning the blood vessels on her forearm.
Seeing that the little plague's movements were becoming increasingly dangerous, Su Yun quickly added: "But I don't want to experience it a second time."
Alice fell silent, and Flora stopped talking too. He just focused on the child sitting on the main seat.
It is so rare to see a Father God like this. How long ago was the last time?
The table was covered with a snow-white tablecloth inlaid with gold, decorated with seasonal flowers. Dishes were served one by one in a rigid order, and the golden patterns on the porcelain plates sparkled under the light.
The light illuminated the three hosts at the dining table from top to bottom. They were all dressed in black, but their hair and eye colors were very different: light gold, red gold, azure blue, deep red, and silver-white… These incompatible colors were mixed with each other, as thick as an oil painting.
Times have changed. It is rare for people nowadays to see oil lamps, and the candles in the old house are more decorative than practical. The head maid stood in the corner looking at her master's house and felt that this scene should not appear in this era.
It reminds people of the demons in movies and stories - these immortal monsters are always dressed in human skin, hiding elegantly and nobly in human society, and all those who discover the truth die a violent death.
twenty one.
That night, Flora took Su Yun back to his old bedroom as usual. This time, Alice avoided competing with him. It seemed that they had reached some tacit understanding, and they followed the long-arranged arrangement of one person advancing and the other retreating.
Flora held Su Yun's head while he took a bath. The antique bathtub was no less than a large lake considering his current body size. Flora then put a pure white bathrobe on Su Yun, the material of which was very comfortable.
Su Yun looked at the pool, then tugged at Flora's sleeve: "Fu Fu...where's the little snake."
This time, because he entered the state designated by Flora as soon as he came to this world, Su Yun did not carry Anita's little white snake with him. He hadn't seen it for a long time and he was a little uncomfortable.
Flora picked up Su Yun and strode towards the bed curtain: "That venomous snake? It was taken away by Anita. After all, it is his bones and should return to his body."
Su Yun nodded: "...Is that so."
Flora placed Su Yun in the center of the bed, and then she surrounded Su Yun with fluffy quilts and pillows, making a small bed for him.
Su Yun did not move either, and obediently let Flora play freely: "What are you doing?"
"It's to make you more comfortable." Flora looked at the simple nest with dissatisfaction, "Do you like it?"
Of course, Su Yun only had one answer: "I like it very much."
Flora lay down next to him, his shadow swirling around him, he raised his hand, the shadow slipped through his fingers, and condensed in mid-air into a black baby snake with red eyes.
This reptile is not as big as Anita's white jade snake. It is more like a small loach than a snake. However, in terms of appearance, it is not inferior at all. Its pure black scales have a crystal-like texture, and its red eyes are very smart, like ruby.
Su Yun looked at the little thing that crawled onto his wrist and couldn't help laughing: "Are you going to give me a little snake?"
"If it's pleasing to your eyes..." Flora pulled up the quilt, "My God, it's time for you to go to bed. Do you need a bedtime story?"
Su Yun didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "No need for this, just turn off the light."
"Yes, sir."
Flora laughed softly as his shadow silently climbed up the wall, turning the already sealed room into an unbreakable cage. The soft light of the lamp was swallowed up, leaving only darkness in the room.
Flora's voice became deeper and deeper, as if to blend into the silence: "My God, you will receive my blood in the end."
The darkness was brewing sleepiness, Su Yun relaxed his small body and replied softly: "Yeah."
20.
God the Father is asleep.
Flora knew this clearly.
Outside the thick bed curtains is an enclosed space constructed by his shadow, where nothing is allowed to peek, only him and his God.
Flora's human figure gradually blurred, and countless shadows overflowed from the boundaries of his body. These shadows were like the River Styx, layer after layer, gently wrapping around Su Yun, creating a huge cocoon.
The darkness here is Flora's eyes. He is always looking at his God, like a dragon staring at his unique and priceless treasure, or like a jailer watching over the only prisoner in the prison.
His spirit was now in his shadow and in his body, and no one could take it away.
God will fall into a deep sleep, but God's creations will not. All plagues have only eternal daylight. They maintain clear perception and thinking at all times, and clearly feel the love and hate that only accumulate but never release.
All the pain will come to an end soon. Maybe it will be a new reincarnation, or maybe it will be the understanding of everything.
But no matter which one...
They are all worth looking forward to.
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