Igor originally believed that he could face the questions from his old friend calmly.
But, but.
No matter what, Garcia's shocked expression is too exaggerated...
It was as if he had seen with his own eyes the sun rising from the west, the meteorite hitting his doorstep, and the green leafy trees in the north suddenly sprouting flowers in the winter.
"You wouldn't do that." Igor couldn't help but complain.
"I'm not." Garcia said dazedly, "Tell me again, what is your relationship with that guy?"
“…”
"Oh my God," the doctor said. "Oh my God, oh my God!"
I don’t know if it was an illusion, but amid Garcia’s repeated exclamations, the sound of water in the bathroom seemed to be a little quieter, as if the person inside heard something worth noting.
Igor quickly said, "Calm down."
"I can't calm down!" Garcia slammed the sofa, and the little belly he'd developed from years of sitting in the office trembled. "You're no longer single? And at this time? Who is he? A succubus?"
“…”
"We all thought you would be single forever," Garcia said sadly. "Nixon, your old boss Conan, and I made a bet on when you would realize the beauty of love."
"Nixon said at least in the next life, I bet on the next life."
“…”
"But apparently, neither the most beautiful Omega nor the most handsome Alpha can move you. You're like a robot made of steel, and you've never even considered such a thing. If that person isn't a succubus crawling out of the abyss, how on earth did he attract you?"
Igor looked at him expressionlessly.
"Okay, okay," Garcia said, "but you still have to tell me what's going on."
"It's a very complicated story."
Garcia smiled ambiguously: "It's a very complicated love story."
"Anyway, let's try to be together now."
"Why try?"
"Because..." Igor paused, "Because I have no experience, and I don't think he has either."
As he spoke, the sound of water running in the bathroom stopped completely.
Garcia turned around immediately and saw that the young man who had knocked on the door had already walked out. He no longer exuded the unmistakable smell of the sea, and seemed to still be warm from having just showered. However, the doctor's attempt to see his face was completely thwarted.
The young man's black robe seemed to be growing from his body, tightly enveloping him. Garcia could only see his pale fingertips as he slowly adjusted the hem of his sleeve, and the small sliver of his face glimpsed in the electric light. The skin on his face was as pale as his hands, reminiscent of something lifeless.
The doctor was silent for a moment.
Igor noticed that he raised his hand and rubbed his right temple.
"Thank you for providing the bathroom." said Azathoth.
He seemed oblivious to the conversation they had just had.
Garcia coughed dryly. "It's already late." He stood up awkwardly. "Why don't you get some sleep first and study Igor's leg tomorrow morning? Or do you have something urgent to do tomorrow?"
Igor subconsciously looked at Azathoth.
Garcia tightened his grip on the back of the sofa and looked at Azathoth.
Azathoth nodded indifferently: "Then tomorrow."
He himself does not need to rest, but whether it is Igor or Garcia, it is best to work when they are energetic.
"The guest room is the second room on the left and right," Garcia said.
Azathoth glanced at him and walked towards the guest room first.
Igor frowned slightly and took two quick steps to catch up with him.
Garcia grabbed his old friend's arm.
He winked at the young man, slowly led him to a position near the balcony, and then gently closed the door.
"...Who is he?" the doctor asked again.
The frown on Igor's brow deepened. "I'm sorry. Did you misunderstand something?"
"I think... I think," Garcia took two nervous steps. The cold night wind eased the fear in his heart a little. "I don't think he looks like a living person. Wait, don't rush to refute me. I'm not kidding, Igor. You know my eyes, right? This right eye still occasionally retains the ability to predict the future. I saw you yesterday, or he saw the scene of knocking on the door and coming here."
"But the scene I saw showed a full moon in the sky, and there was no moon tonight. I also saw a shadow behind him... He..."
Garcia took a deep breath and couldn't continue.
Igor still frowned, as if thinking about something.
Garcia studied his expression, and after a moment, he suddenly realized, "You knew? You knew there was something wrong with him?"
Igor said slowly and thoughtfully, "I trust him, and you should trust my judgment."
"Although I can't tell you why, Garcia...because I haven't figured it out myself yet."
They stared at each other quietly for a moment on this moonless night.
The stars in the sky blinked and looked down from above.
"Okay, I can ignore this for now." Garcia pulled his hair painfully, "But this is because I trust you, Igor, no matter why. But he is actually your boyfriend, and he may not even be human. Could it be that the succubus I mentioned before has come true? Has he bewitched you?"
Igor said, "I don't recommend you say that in front of him."
Garcia said sharply, "Is he dangerous?"
“…”
"What about you?" Garcia almost said, "Did he force you?", but Igor's disapproving expression made him swallow the inappropriate words.
Igor made a pause gesture and said, "I think you're overthinking it, Garcia. I don't want you to disturb him because I respect him and he doesn't want to be disturbed. As for the rest, I can only say that everything is a decision I made voluntarily."
He didn't say more, because for an adult whose values have been refined over the years, it is difficult to change the other person's cognition with empty words alone.
Igor is now only worried that such a misunderstanding will make Azathoth unhappy.
When Igor returned to the guest room, Azathoth was leaning against the headboard and looking straight at him.
"I apologize for my friend's slip of the tongue." The young man walked over and sat down next to him. "I will try to make him understand this matter."
"It doesn't matter," the god said. "I don't care."
"But I care," Igor said. "His speculation is unreasonable."
"Yeah?"
"You wouldn't do that."
Azathoth suddenly showed a mischievous smile.
"Don't you think it's quite interesting?" He leaned close to Igor's ear and mumbled, supporting himself with his right hand while his left gently stroked the human's slender, warm neck where blood flowed. "No one would view our relationship normally from the beginning. I know my image is very misleading."
Igor: "...That's a flaw in their thinking."
"I don't think so. Their care and concern for you is also something I find interesting. It's a good thing for you, Igor." As he spoke, Azathoth ran his fingers through Igor's gray hair and finally pressed them against the back of his head. "Of course, if their misunderstanding deepens over time, it won't be my fault."
Igor looked at Him intently.
"...Of course," he said meekly after a moment, "It's never your fault."
**
A translucent screen emitting a dim light spread out in front of Hugo.
He read the words above and fell into deep thought. [He is a good-tempered evil god, but he occasionally has some bad tastes.
He protects His loved ones.
"I can save you. I can let you live." The evil god lifted the human's chin and looked at him with a smile, "But what can you give me?"
The young man half-knelt before Him with his eyes lowered.
“I will give you everything I have,” he said.
He fulfills the wishes of those whom He loves.
"Can you please save that girl?" the human kneeling before the throne said respectfully, "I beg you."
The evil god stroked the hair of his beloved.
"Why?" He asked.
“…She’s like my sister.”
"I am truly moved," God said. "I promise you, she will be saved, and you will pay the price."
He removes possible dangers for His loved ones.
The human's face twisted in agony beyond endurance, sweat and tears streaming down his hair. But he was not allowed to hide, not allowed to curl up, and could only passively endure the intense pain, muttering intermittently as the unbearable scars were carved into him, "Thank you... for... your... gift."
"This is for your own good," the evil god said. He bent down and wiped away the tears from the young man's eyes with his lips. In his hand, he held a broken bone that he had torn from human flesh. "This thing will make you weaker and weaker. I'm here to help you solve the problem in advance."
Although He is a gentle evil god, He sometimes has some evil tastes.
"So which tentacle do you prefer? These ones over here or those over there? Why don't we all try it out and see for ourselves."
Hugo typed the last line and then decisively pressed the delete key.
It’s so terrible. The impact of human melodramatic novels is so terrible.
However, just before the text disappeared, it received a text message from a familiar number.
The bionic man receives information from the mobile terminal without any delay.
Azathoth: Although ooc, it is well written.
Hugo: ...
It cursed loudly in the middle of the night when sleep was not needed.
Then the android's thoughts quickly turned to words: "Did you get the real thing?"
Azathoth sent it a middle-aged emoticon and said nothing.
Hugo: Are you guys at his friend's house now? Doesn't Viscount Joyce care?
Azathoth: Let's check Igor's legs first. There's no rush. They all think I did a lot of horrible things to Igor.
The bionic man quickly understood what the evil god had not said explicitly based on what he had written. He rolled off the bed with laughter and lay on the carpet typing: Will you really do that?
Azathoth: How is it possible? Humans are so fragile.
Hugo nodded in agreement and continued to send: What should we do then.
The god did not answer it, but just said: Go write your novel.
Then, under the starlight, He opened a strange book and continued to read with great interest.
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