Chapter 83
Miel looked at the man in yellow facing him in silence.
First of all, they had never met, so how could they become each other's lifelong love?
Secondly, why the bride?
Although he tends to be the one who receives the pleasure in bed, he is a pure male both in terms of his physiological structure and self-awareness.
He did use Transfiguration to transform into a woman, but only the outer appearance was changed.
No matter how he thought about it, he could never be anyone's bride.
Miel's mind was full of questions, but because his language system was polluted, he didn't want to speak.
He insisted on not speaking, but Kesukule beside him couldn't help but say: "Oh, you yellow mummy! I must say, you are too late! Even if Miel is to become someone's bride, it can only be my bride!"
Miel: No, I will not be anyone's bride!
Kesukule raised one hand and placed the other on his chest. His slightly hoarse voice was filled with emotion: "His body, his soul, are all mine, mine alone! You tattered rag, yellow garbage, get out of here! Otherwise I will tear you apart, destroy you, and turn you into a dead leaf floating in the air!"
"Oh, listen! Such vulgar words! Such terrible character!" The man in yellow raised his "hands" unwillingly. "You disgusting tentacle, you filthy worm, you are the one who needs to get out of here! Miel marrying you is like an elegant swan marrying a snake wallowing in the mud. You will only pollute his holiness and destroy his splendor!"
Miel's eyebrows jumped when he heard the words "holy" and "gorgeous".
When these two words were mentioned by a god who seemed to be from the old days, his first thought was—
Holy souls, colorful souls, will be used by Atlachnakia to build the Dreamland.
Of course, not all the Old Ones need such souls, but such souls do attract the Old Ones to a certain extent, for unknown reasons.
Miel tried to speak. He prepared himself mentally, then took a step forward with his right foot, followed by his right hand, reaching out to the yellow-robed man, and uttered, "Oh, Yellow God of the Unknown, I am very grateful to you for lowering your sacred head and noble gaze for me, but I hope that the color of my soul is not the reason for you to fall in love with me, otherwise, I will, I will--"
He forced himself to say the words of rejection: "--Reject this fatal love!"
It’s out there!
Although the exaggerated wording and tone made Miel so embarrassed that he wanted to faint on the spot, he successfully expressed what he wanted to say.
It seems that the other party has only polluted his language system and movements, and his consciousness is still his own.
"Miel, I'm so sad to hear you say that." The man in yellow looked at Miel, his tone suddenly down, filled with sadness. "My love for you is pure without a trace of impurities, and I hope your love for me is the same. I want you to stand on the stage, and I stand off the stage. You bathe in the brightest light, and I bear the heaviest darkness. You are my light, illuminating the road ahead for me, and I am your shadow, bearing all the suffering for you. You control my power, and I forgive your sins."
"Shut up! You are just a rag that can only be used to clean the floor!" Kesukule said angrily. He seemed to want to attack the man in yellow, but he just took a few steps towards him with an exaggerated posture and heavy steps.
Miel didn't know if it was an illusion, but for a moment, he felt that the entire space had expanded a little, causing the relative positions of the three people to change slightly.
Kesukule did move, but the distance between him and the man in yellow did not shorten.
Huang Yi used poetic and emotional words to debate with Kesukule for several rounds.
Miel realized that this couldn't go on any longer.
He closed his eyes and forced himself to wake up.
If this is a dream, I can definitely wake up.
My shoulder hurts, like a flame burning in it.
Is this the feeling in a dream?
Miel tried to call his own name and Cthulhu's name, but no matter how he struggled, the dream showed no sign of waking him up.
Suddenly, he felt an itch in front of his nose.
Something cold moved closer to him.
Fear consumed Miyer. Reason told him not to open his eyes, absolutely not to open his eyes, but in the end, he instinctively opened his eyes.
Most fears come from the unknown. The more afraid you are, the more you want to see everything clearly.
Then he saw clearly—
In the suddenly dark environment, Kesukule disappeared, but the yellow robe was right in front of him.
Its color is not as bright as under the spotlight, but rather an old, tattered dark color, as if it had been burned, with the edges falling off like ashes.
A strip of yellow cloth brushed across Miel's nose, and Miel instinctively stepped back.
He only took a step back, but it seemed like he had retreated a hundred meters, and the man in the yellow robe in front of him gradually grew larger as he retreated.
Every time he retreated a meter, He grew a meter taller, until He filled his entire field of vision.
Miel's consciousness became a little blurry, and his vision blurred with it, but before he completely lost consciousness, he still saw clearly -
What was wriggling beneath the yellow robe were no longer thin strips of cloth, but substantial tentacles.
Tentacles like Cthulhu.
…
Miel suddenly opened his eyes.
He had never slept well in the hotel room in the Underdark, but this time when he woke up, he felt a suffocating feeling that he had never had before.
"Cthulhu, light..." He instinctively called for help.
Before he finished speaking, several balls of light floated up around him, illuminating his vision.
Miel sat up in bed, breathing hard.
The burning pain in my shoulder was lighter than in the dream, but it was real.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Cthulhu approached him gently and touched his cheek: "My Miel, what happened?"
Miel felt his touch, and the fear in his heart dissipated a little. Before telling everything in his dream, he took off his clothes and pointed to his shoulder and asked: "Am I hurt?"
Cthulhu's gaze fell on his shoulder, and his eyes, red as the sunset, narrowed slightly: "Have you seen the King in Yellow?"
"What is that?" Miel had never heard of such a thing.
"He calls himself the Lord of Deep Space and the Sea of Stars. He's keen on showing the indescribable to humans, and is often mistaken by them as my brother, a lesser version of me—Hastur." Cthulhu introduced this being. "The King in Yellow is one of his incarnations, and this mark."
He emphasized the word "mark," his eyes clearly burning with anger. "Yellow Seal, this is proof that he has chosen you. Those he chooses will become his agents, and then he will transform them into vessels for his divine descent. He calls such beings his 'brides.'"
Miel: “…”
I see.
So, the "bride" does not refer to the bride who walks down the aisle with the groom, but rather to the sacrifice offered to God?
Hastur wanted to complete the descent of God in this body.
After understanding Hastur's intentions, Miel felt relieved and calmly asked Cthulhu: "How can I remove this mark and get rid of Him?"
"Let's go to the Dreamland. I want to know Hastur's location now and go kill him!" Cthulhu said, and then he tore open a space with his bare hands, picked up Miel and flew in.
Miel:?
Damn it, can you please wait for me to put on my clothes first!
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Author's Note: Miel: Lola! Anna! Quickly hold down Leon and Hyrum!
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