Translator: Dj2203
Editor: Dj2203
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Anos stood at the doorway, feeling all the blood in his body cool in that instant, gushing from the invisible wound and congealing into a dark red, dirty scab.
He felt the tide as dark as night again— this time, the tide rose higher and higher, more and more violently, threatening to sweep him into the unfathomable depths at any moment, suffocating him, killing him, and causing him to rot.
The familiar voice made a strange sound, like silt in a swamp, slowly swallowing him from his feet, making him feel like he couldn’t breathe.
Anos tried to pull his stiff foot away, instinctively wanting to leave.
Just then, the door that hadn’t been closed opened, as if pulled open from the inside by an invisible force.
At the same time, the roof lights suddenly shone brightly, illuminating everything inside the room clearly.
The scene on the bed was clearly reflected in Anos’s azure eyes.
The jet-black wings, like a black velvet blanket, concealed the two people entangled together.
Luo Mi tilted his head weakly to the side, looking over in surprise at the noise at the door— his hair was wet with sweat, clinging to the side of his cheeks, and most of his body was covered by wings, only revealing red marks scattered like flower petals on his neck and shoulders, curled toes and straight insteps.
The man embracing him rested his chin on his shoulder, his blood-red eyes slightly narrowed, his thin lips chasing the red marks on the petals, seemingly embracing Luo Mi. One hand emerged from the wings and pressed tightly against Luo Mi’s shoulder.
When Anos looked over, the face that looked exactly like his lifted up, showing no surprise, only a smug smile, before turning its head and gently biting Luo Mi’s earlobe.
Luo Mi visibly trembled all over, and spoke with difficulty, her voice hoarse: “…Anos.”
Anos closed his eyes, then opened them again.
Another hand emerged from his wings and gently stroked Luo Mi’s face, his voice as gentle as water: “Surprised? But you shouldn’t be that surprised. After all, when I slept with Lian before, you subconsciously sensed it, but you just didn’t dare to think about it, right?”
The body he was holding suddenly trembled, causing him to tighten his arms around it.
“But you shouldn’t be angry. After all, I sent Lian to the Light Domain. If it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t even have had the chance to meet.” Blackwing Anos raised his head, his blood-red eyes meeting those of his other self. His tone was calm, with a hint of weariness. “This is my reward for him. It’s a reward for him for promptly informing me of so much information, which made it easier for me to prepare my plans.”
Seeing Anos at the door about to say something, the corners of his lips curled up even higher. “Do you suspect I’ve controlled him? My dear Lian, tell me, am I controlling you right now?”
He gently brushed the damp hair from Luo Mi’s forehead, his tone almost as tender as a lover’s whisper, “His Highness the Holy Son can see through lies, you don’t need to worry, he will stand up for you.”
Luo Mi opened his mouth but found that he didn’t know what to say.
That moment of hesitation already represented some of the answers.
The demon Anos’s smile deepened, his blood-red eyes brimming with satisfaction— only one last sentence remained.
He looked at the once holy and pure Holy Son at the doorway, spread a portion of his jet-black wings, and smiled at him: “Want to join? I don’t mind. Lian has been eyeing you for a long time, dreaming of sleeping with you.”
Anos’s lips twitched, as if he wanted to make some kind of expression, but in the end he failed.
He could no longer hear his own heartbeat and felt as if he had already died there.
Or perhaps it would be better if he were really dead, so that he wouldn’t have to face the collapse of his world, or the fact that everything he once cherished had been stripped of its warm and trusting facade, leaving only a cruel and ugly truth.
Unfortunately, he did not die in vain. He could only turn around in a sorry state and run away with messy, staggering steps, as if something terrifying was chasing him.
….
Luo Mi finally broke free from the clutches of the demon Anos.
He held his back and let out a slight sigh of relief before quickly putting on his clothes.
At this moment, Luo Mi once again thanked the succubus’s constitution, which allowed him to recover quickly even when he was exhausted, giving him the strength to chase after Anos.
After saying those words, the Blackwing Lord leaned back on the bed, his blood-red eyes fixed on the quiet Luo Mi, remaining silent and unsure of what to say.
The only sound in the room was the rustling of clothes, the tense and dramatic atmosphere from before was gone, but it felt even more eerie than before.
As Luo Mi got dressed and prepared to leave, he suddenly felt his hand being pulled.
He turned his head and saw a calm face.
The Blackwing Lord moved his lips as if he wanted to say something, but only slowly uttered a few words: “Ignore him.”
Luo Mi was taken aback.
The most powerful demon, who had always been quite domineering in his presence, spoke in a calm tone, his voice hoarse, devoid of any imposing manner, giving Luo Mi the illusion that his words were not an order but a plea.
He paused for a moment, feeling the hand gripping him tighten, and heard the demon Anos repeat, “Ignore him.”
Luo Mi came to his senses and silently withdrew his hand from the demon Anos’s grasp.
He held his hand without much force, letting him break free.
He wore only the simplest and most convenient clothes, then his body suddenly became transparent, he flapped his bat-like wings, passed through the magnificent glass window, quickly found his way, and gradually disappeared.
The demon Anos slowly withdrew his hand, staring at his fingertips that still seemed to retain warmth. His face showed no joy of victory, only a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth, revealing a completely devoid of joy smile.
He stood up, and the shadow on the ground suddenly came to life and climbed onto his body, turning into a dark gray shirt and black vest, black trousers and boots.
He walked out of Luo Mi’s room and saw Reinhardt pouring wine next to the coffee table.
Reinhardt poured half a glass of bright red wine into a tall glass and nodded to him: “Your Highness, I guess you’d like some wine now.”
The demon Anos stared at him coldly.
Reinhardt raised his hand: “You guys were making such a big fuss, it’s really hard for me to pretend I didn’t hear it.”
The demon Anos snorted coldly, sat down on the sofa, picked up the glass of wine, slowly took a sip, and then frowned: “Still so awful.”
“This is a top-quality red wine known as ‘Blood of the Gods.’” Reinhardt shook his head, watching the demon Anos slowly finish his glass before letting out a deep sigh. “Your Highness, why did you do this?”
The demon Anos glanced at him.
Reinhardt poured him another glass. “You and your other self are essentially the same person. Your emotions are shared. Whether you bring Lian closer or push him away, the result will be the same for you. Besides, you bear most of the negative emotions. If your other self is suffering, aren’t you suffering even more?”
The demon Anos said coldly, “You’re meddling too much.”
Reinhardt put down his wine bottle and shrugged: “Perhaps it’s because in my eyes, you two are both princes whom I serve.”
The demon Anos chuckled, clearly not believing it.
Reinhardt sat casually on the other sofa and yawned: “Although it’s a bit inappropriate, I still want to ask, why are you here again this time?”
In the past, every time something happened, this prince would revert to his shadow form, never continuing to wait in physical form as he has now.
The demon Anos swirled the bright red liquid in his glass and fell silent.
Just when Reinhardt thought he wouldn’t answer, the demon Anos said in a low voice, “I’m waiting for an answer.”
….
When Luo Mi stepped through the doors of St. Patrick’s Cathedral, there was only one solitary figure standing beneath the towering, massive cross, shrouded in the dense darkness around him, seemingly about to merge with the night at any moment.
Luo Mi stretched out his hand, and a vibrant flame rose from his palm, illuminating the surrounding environment.
He walked towards the figure.
The hem of Anos’s priest’s robe was covered in a lot of dust and dirt— something unthinkable for Anos, who used to be extremely fastidious about cleanliness.
Anos stood before the great cross, looking up at the cross that represented God, silent and lost in thought, seemingly oblivious to Luo Mi approaching him.
Luo Mi walked to his side and just stayed quietly by his side without saying a word.
The cathedral was deserted in the dead of night, with only the rhythmic grinding of gears and the sound of the flame in Luo Mi’s hand scorching the air.
After an unknown amount of time, Anos finally lowered his head and gave a self-deprecating laugh: “Are you here to pity me?”
“No.” Luo Mi shook his head without hesitation.
Anos still didn’t look at him: “That’s what they meant by mocking me.”
“No.”
Why is that?
Luo Mi paused for a moment before replying, “I don’t know either, but I just wanted to come and be with you.”
Without considering the stakes or worrying about the outcome, he was simply driven by the surging emotion in his heart and came to Anos’s side without hesitation.
Luo Mi didn’t know what he would face after coming here— perhaps the holy light purification of the angry Anos, or the punishment of the demon Anos who was abandoned for the second time or perhaps being hated by both sides at the same time… but he didn’t consider any of it.
He had been afraid of those superfluous emotions, afraid that he would slide into the abyss if he were to be swayed by them. But when he saw Anos’s departing figure, that fear instantly melted into an even greater fear.
No matter what happened in the future, at least for this moment, he wanted to stand by Anos, who was shrouded in darkness.
Luo Mi still wasn’t sure what his feelings were. Was it friendship? Sympathy? Guilt? Something else? Or perhaps all of them?
But as he flew through the air, he suddenly realized something: wasn’t the choice he made out of fear of this emotion also a result of being swayed by it?
Since we are all influenced by emotions, instead of retreating and avoiding them, we should stride forward.
He might regret it, but Luo Mi hoped that he would regret it because of “what he did,” not because of “what he didn’t do.”
Anos finally turned to look at him, his azure eyes blazing with fire.
Luo Mi lowered his head slightly, a slight smile playing on his lips: “I am not a god, just an ordinary person, so I have many selfish desires, many thoughts, and many feelings. These mixed together drive my words and actions, leading me to do some wrong or right things.”
Anos watched him quietly.
Luo Mi raised his head and met Anos’s gaze: “I have many things I have kept from you, and many things I have lied to you about. But at least for now, I just want to be with you.”
Anos stared silently at the demon, as if looking into his soul through his clear pupils.
After a long while, Anos slowly said, “Lian, you really are a demon.”
Luo Mi remained silent.
Anos then added self-deprecatingly, “But I’m not much better off either.”
His right wrist twitched, as if he wanted to lift it, but he controlled it.
Luo Mi extended his left hand and gently grasped Anos’s right hand.
Anos’s fingers trembled slightly. After hesitating for a moment, he still reached out and gripped the hand that had been offered to him.
He looked up at the large cross again and sighed softly, “You should go back now.”
Luo Mi looked up: “And you?”
Anos’s deep blue eyes were calm and composed: “I’m going to the Holy City.”
He was going to ask His Holiness the Pope what exactly was going on.
Without hesitation, Luo Mi said, “I’ll go with you.”
Anos turned to look at him: “This time, I might not be able to protect you.”
He paused, then finished his sentence, “He can.”
Luo Mi shook his head and repeated, “I’ll go with you.”
Anos stared at him for a moment, closed his eyes, and his lips twitched, finally curving into a slight smile: “Don’t regret it.”
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