Author's words: Background: Isis went on a killing spree, leaving no one alive, and the prototype exploded in a sea of blood and corpses.
After I finished writing the last chapter, I went back to read it and found it was a bit bloody, so I made a series of warnings. To be honest, I don’t quite understand why bloody stories can be written but erotic stories can’t? Obviously, the former is more deadly, right? For example, why can readers accept a male protagonist who kills innocent people without blinking an eye, but can’t accept a male protagonist who has multiple lovers or is not loyal? Obviously, the latter is more redeemable, right? And if measured by universal values, I think Isis’s evil is worse than Anita’s in the original version. The current version of Anita is just a pure and cute little girl. Alas, it feels like I pulled out the teeth of a poisonous snake with my own hands.
I am afraid to write about blood and gore, but I don’t feel anything when writing about erotica. This may be the reason why I have been blocked so many times. I just can’t understand it, is it because erotica is closer to ordinary people while death and murder are far away?
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Muah!
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Can I fight for you as I am now?
Isis raised her head devoutly and looked at her father God, as if praying for salvation.
Amid the sea of blood and corpses, Isis stared blankly at the pair of silver eyes. In them, he saw the reflection of purgatory on earth, the countless souls ascending to heaven on the endless river of blood, and himself in the middle.
Have you seen it? This ugly body, without a graceful figure or merits to be praised, without a pretty face or a holy aura, the real me is just like this... a humble and vulgar monster.
Am I qualified to receive your love?
His Father God was looking down at him. That look was something Isis could never understand. Perhaps it was a serious scrutiny, or a senseless silence, or gentle compassion, or even impatient hatred...
But no matter what, at this moment, the only meaning of his existence is to wait for the judgment of God the Father - either he is still the knight who performs his duty under the god's seat, or he is an ugly monster who deserves to die miserably in a pool of blood.
God the Father is coming toward him.
Isis was as stiff as a stone sculpture, but he could hear the roaring sound in his body, the beating in his chest that almost tore his chest apart, the surging and boiling mucus in his blood, and the tiny friction in his bones and spinal cord...
It was like a torture.
His god finally came to him. Isis stared at his god blankly. The ground was covered with sticky blood.
And his Father God stood there, letting the blood flow up to his ankles.
Don't... don't come over here... these things are too dirty... I beg you, don't come over here again...
Isis heard his throat rolling, but he couldn't utter a single syllable. He suddenly realized what he looked like at that moment. Why did he think that he could be loved by the Father God? There was dead bodies and stinking blood everywhere, and he was the ugliest monster in the blood.
"well--"
The Father's sigh was light, but to Isis it seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, pressing down his head and bending his back.
"Why is it like this?" His Father God asked, "Why are you all... so uneasy and fearful?"
Then, his father God took another step forward, causing ripples in the blood, and this time his God completely walked in front of his creation.
Isis watched as his god bent his knees - no, don't - his god slowly knelt before him, and he saw those silver, smiling eyes again.
His god knelt before him and held his face in his hands.
“Don’t be like this.” The Father God gently touched his forehead with his, and everything was reflected in his silver eyes. “I said, I will accompany you until the end of everything. No matter what you are like, I love you.”
At this moment, an invisible force stretched Isis's back. When he straightened his back, he was actually much taller than his father. The monster's body was so huge that he could easily wrap up his father.
Isis had lost the ability to think, and his disordered instinct made him do the action he most desired. He stretched out his arms and hugged his god tightly.
His God responded:
"That's right, don't be afraid anymore, okay?"
His god gave the command:
"Come on, hold me and stand up."
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When Su Yun was lifted up by the waist, he suddenly had the illusion that he was a child.
The original prototype of Isis is too huge for humans. Isis was already very tall when she had the appearance of a knight, and now that her true face has been revealed, she will be even taller.
Su Yun estimated his own height and found that he was about 1.8 meters tall. In human form, Isis would probably be over 1.9 meters tall. And once the ferocious and burly horse half was added, Isis would be at least 3 meters tall.
The difference in body shape makes it easy to tell who is stronger and who is weaker, but just looking at their expressions, it seems to be the other way around.
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Isis looked at Su Yun. His emerald green eyes seemed to be able to hold all the emotions in the world. He was cheerful and sunny, bloody and violent, fragile and confused, and now...
What kind of emotion is this? Is it reverence? Is it crazy obsession? Is it crazy desire? Or is it all of the above?
But no matter what the emotion is, it is the same to Su Yun.
Looking at Isis's eyes, Su Yun suddenly felt distressed. Are all his creations like this? Extremely unconfident about their true appearance, afraid of being abandoned and hated, his little plagues...ah, Theresa still hasn't appeared in front of him, is it because of this reason?
Theresa was the most timid child. Su Yun thought her condition was getting better, but it turned out that her pain and anxiety had never subsided.
"Not ugly at all." Su Yun lowered his eyes and sighed, "Isis looks very majestic like this. I like it very much."
The centaur's arms suddenly retracted for a moment at this moment, but then their owner immediately stopped his wanton movements and became a sculpture again.
"My God..." Isis murmured, "I love you so much."
Isis's face was covered with a layer of hollow bone mask, which made his face look like a terrifying skull. But when Su Yun and Isis were face to face, he felt that the touch of the skull mask was as cold as ice.
"Yeah, me too." Su Yun smiled gently, "Let's go back, the war is over."
So Isis started walking again, and the barbed hooves of the horse cut through the bloody mire. The sound of a few drops of water falling was so slight that it was barely audible, but Su Yun still caught them. He lowered his eyes and saw his own reflection in the blood.
The noble priest who was crowned a saint by the crowd was leaning in the arms of the devil. What a ridiculous scene!
Those drops were not water, but blood on his clothes.
The blood drops shattered the reflection in the mirror. Su Yun raised his head again and all that was left of the battlefield were dead objects and corpses.
He watched this battle from beginning to end. Only half of the people who died should have died at the hands of Isis, and the rest were due to him.
It's all the same... He should be responsible for half of what all the little plagues did.
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The bloody battlefield scared away the plague, as if even a natural disaster like the plague was afraid of such deaths.
At this moment, a person who should not be here stood silently in the river of blood.
He was wearing a black robe and a strange bird mask, his hands folded on his cane, blood flowing over his calves, but he did not move, just staring at the monster in the mountain of corpses... or to be more precise, at the person in the monster's arms.
The bloody sunset has sunk, and the last bit of afterglow is scattered from behind the ruins of the fortress. The monster with its back to the light is slowly stretching out its hideous and terrifying limbs. It still bows its upper human body with care, and its spirit is holding his face. It is loved.
Isis succeeded, and from now on he would have nothing to fear.
How enviable and jealous this is!
The plague doctor lowered his head and sighed deeply. Transparent mucus quietly flowed out of his cuffs, making a small popping sound when it dripped into the blood, followed by a white mist.
There was the sound of dense horse hooves in the distance. The army was coming. The leader might be Jasmine or Alice, but it would be anyone. They just needed to break the harmony in front of them.
Isis could only be a believer crawling under the throne of God until her death, and Julia would not allow him to go any further.
The sun had completely set, and when the army's torches formed a river of night, illuminating Purgatory once again, there were no more monsters in front of the ruins of the fortress, only a lord covered in blood and the priest of the army.
The army began to clean up the battlefield. They burned and buried the corpses, repaired the damaged walls and weapons, and more and more people came. Soon the priest was surrounded by believers and his creations.
Isis still stayed by the Father's side, Jasmine and Alice came, and Theresa too, but he was always one step behind - was it because of fear? The cowardly reptile knew that he would be the next one, so would his slow and clumsy prototype be favored by the Father?
The answer is yes, how could God the Father not love them? But Theresa could never be sure of this.
The noisy voices broke the silence. Julia slowly stepped back and let herself sink into the darkness again.
The scene before his eyes should appear on the murals of all churches. Countless torches illuminated the center of the crowd, where was the saint revered by the people. He was praying for all the dead. Lords and knights surrounded him. They put away their weapons and together drew the symbols of faith on their chests. Priests holding holy books bowed in reverence, and countless believers knelt down in turn.
More and more people came, yearning for the core of light. They disdained the death around them.
Firmly believing that they will receive salvation and grace, they will never suffer the same fate as the heretics.
Julia took another step back and looked up at the broken city wall. At that moment, a scarlet light flashed by, but no one noticed it, including the Father God who was concentrating all his attention on the creation around him.
Now, besides him, the only one hiding in the darkness is Anita.
Anita... this dead thing only dared to peek at this time.
Julia scoffed.
Of all people, only Anita could possibly guess what he was up to, but so what? Anita was the only one who was inanimate, the only one who didn't care what he was going to do. On the contrary, Anita was happy to see it happen.
This short-sighted creature can only see the benefits that may come from his success, but has no idea what the outcome will be.
Julia looked up towards the direction of the divine palace, where the last plague was imprisoned.
What do you think? You can only watch everything happening in front of you in silence but can't do anything. Even if you know what I am going to do, you just can't stop me.
Flora...Tell me, can I kill you this time?
Time and time again, Julia has repeated similar plans countless times. He has failed too many times, but he will never stop.
Because as long as he succeeds once! As long as he succeeds once, he will get the sweetest fruits of victory.
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