An Angel's Observation Diary

The twilight glow slanted from a distance.

The sky was the color of withered violets, and the part close to the top of the head was already pitch black.

The ground was a little dignified, and it seemed to drag his feet when he stepped on it. It took Christophe a while to get used to the tiredness of the human body.

The vegetation at the feet is growing and then withering, the ground is dry and dry, the air is full of moist water vapor, but the surface of the ground is already cracked.

This was God's punishment before the flood.

Drain all the water on the surface of the earth together, and then gradually, gradually engulf the earth.

During this time, drought will sweep the entire world.

It had been four days since Christophe had been here.

There were fleeing people as far as the eye could see, and dusk made the sun's scorching light less dazzling, but Criffith still doubted whether they would survive until the day when the flood swallowed them.

With the mother who lost her son weeping in pain behind him, Kriffist walked in silence, knowing that the flood was inevitable.

How can he tell mankind?

"Kerry...Mr. Kerry." Mother's voice was hoarse.

Christine stopped in his tracks. His lips were thirsty and his eyes were empty and hopeless. Christine felt an unbearable pain in his heart. He said in a gentle voice as much as possible, "What's the matter, can we continue?" Go down?"

This is the woman he met yesterday. Her son swallowed the poisonous weed growing on the roadside whole because of thirst. She led him to find the only reason among the past refugees to help the doctor, but Just shook his head after checking.

On the way to escape without medicine, the only thing that can tell him is how long he can live.

The mother's son gave up and fell on the side of the road like many people he met on the road, waiting for death, but the mother continued to walk towards the road to escape the flood with tears in her eyes.

So Christophe said, "If you don't mind, I can use the rest of my life to help you move forward."

His voice is pious and gentle, and he utters the most loyal entreaties to the humans he loves.

He loves this kind of life, which can shine brightly even in the dark, is great because of love, and can escape the burden of love and struggle to the last moment of mortal life.

"I...it doesn't matter." The mother's voice was dry, but her eyes suddenly became clear like a lake. At that time, Christophes didn't understand that this was the reflection of human beings. He just squatted in front of her and looked up at her.

"I want to ask you, Mr. Kerry, how long is the rest of your life?"

"I don't want to deceive you, ma'am." Christophe lowered his eyes slightly, "The flood will swallow everything in three days, and no one's life can last more than three days."

"Ah..." Mother said as if sighing, but her voice was not full of fear and confusion, "If I was still young, I would have seen that day too..."

"you……?"

"I'm too old, Mr. Kerry," sighed the mother. "If only the flood came tomorrow. I can't last that long."

"I... can take you with me."

The mother looked down at him, her wrinkled hand resting on his forehead like a dead wood.

"Life is only meaningful if you keep moving forward, Mr. Kerry." Mother said, "I... can't, I can't drag you down, even if there are only three days left, I hope we can live to the last second..."

Christophist saw the candle of life flicker and then disappear, just like a shooting star piercing the sky that he saw in the night sky in the wilderness the night before, life slowly withered in front of him, but there was an explosion under his feet. flower.

"Mr. Kerry," he heard his mother say, "you are really very gentle, like an angel."

It is a long and never-ending road, and countless people are still moving forward, and countless people are still left on the road. No one knows that this is not a disaster, but a catastrophe beyond the ages.

But what if?If human beings know, can they still move forward without distraction?

Christophe has been thinking about this question for a long time.

God was right, he had already begun to be disappointed.

So easily abandoning the life that all living beings are proud of, is it really necessary for such a human being to survive?

His mother's words easily saved him, and he suddenly realized that in such a short human life, apart from the supreme value shining as an individual itself, there is also a part that he will never have.

That is a continuation as a whole.

Because that mother was talking about us.

It is not herself, nor Christophe, but as human beings, everything they have done has passed on the pride and glory of human beings to the last second of the world's destruction, to the last person. Endless power.

Christine buried her under a withered tree, and then sat down against the tree trunk. His physical exhaustion and hunger made him unable to stand up again, and he gently closed his eyes.

Flocks of crows flew overhead like a funeral car.

There was the sound of wings puffing, as if one had landed on her grave, and Kriffist felt that these black birds were waiting to die, and the rotting corpses along the way were no longer enough to satisfy them.

Sorry, I can't do this step for you either.

Christophest felt the last light fade before his eyes, and the earth turned black.

He didn't eat or drink for four days, maybe because the angel's body was already strong, but he knew that he couldn't last long, he understood the despair of human beings before death, but the strange thing was that this despair didn't let him Mentally miserable.

But it’s not enough, only the dead soul can get rid of the body and return to heaven. Even if humans can’t reach it, he is still an angel in essence. If he dies, he will immediately return to the fourth day.

If die...

The throbbing pain in his heart drove him out, and he felt death approaching him.

Just a little bit faster, just a little bit faster and let me die.In pain, Christophe kept thinking to distract himself.

He had never known that the death of a human being was so painful. He pulled at the position of the heart as if he wanted to tear the skin. He didn't know if he had lost the patience of an angel, or if death should have been so painful in the first place.

In order to return himself to heaven earlier, he also swallowed the poisonous weed that took the life of the mother's son.

In the beginning, I only felt powerless, and the pain came later, as if my heart was being clenched and crushed by one hand, and it was pulled out from the abdominal cavity fiercely. Christophist felt the sound of his heart beating violently in his ears.

Perhaps, we should choose a quicker way of death... Christophe thought with some despair, he almost twisted his body and lay on the ground, vomiting reflexively, countless dust entered his lungs with his breath .

Suddenly, it seemed that someone knelt down and gently stroked his hair. Kriffist barely raised his head to look over, but he could only barely recognize a boy.

"Big brother, what's wrong with you?"

Christophe had no way to answer, he could only see his figure looking back at this place when he was dragged away by his family, his eyes went black for a while, he thought he would be back to the fourth day soon.

Humans really have premonitions of death.

Thinking this way is a bit reassuring, but the pain is still getting worse, and Christophe realizes that if the soul is immortal, he may live to experience the death of human beings...

I was so impulsive... I actually made myself so embarrassed...

A familiar sigh came from behind.

The pain slowed his reaction by half a beat, and then the big movement of turning his head was stopped by the opponent's back pressing, and the momentary fear made him almost forget the pain, "Rasigal?!"

"Ok?"

The physical pain seemed to be relieved by the other party's movements, but the other party's indifferent attitude made him extremely uneasy, and he almost used all his strength to struggle out from the demon king's hands.

Christophist pinched the opponent's fingers and left his body, convinced that the opponent used magic to relieve the pain... Maybe it was more direct, maybe the poison was relieved, he looked at the opponent, his teeth chattering because of the pain did not There was no way to speak, but he knew Rasigal understood him.

"It doesn't matter if you like it." Rasigal didn't withdraw his hand, but said, "But I won't give you a chance to die in front of me."

"Even if I live, with a human body, I can't go back to the Demon Realm with you." He used up his last strength to discuss with him, "Human life is short and too fragile to pass through the gate to the Demon Realm. Only by returning to the angel can you keep me."

"Then let me think about it, did Christophe tell me these things because he wanted to stay in the Demon Realm?" Rasigal showed a smile that only belonged to him, "I don't think so. .”

"I promise you, when I finish these things, I will definitely go to you." Christophe's voice was hoarse because of the pain, but he still held his hand and looked at him seriously, like a bird struggling to survive. small animals.

It's just that the purpose is completely opposite.

Rasigal thought, and asked, "Then what do you want me to do?"

He didn't really want a response or a result, he just asked like this to see what kind of answer he should get.

Or what kind of answer is worthy of him.

"Please, help me..."

The answer was as expected.

The devil had an unprecedented feeling that his heart had been severely ripped off.

Rasigal knew he would say that, but still wanted to hear it from him.

He didn't quite understand whether his angel was simply cruel without knowing it, or whether he didn't care about his own feelings.

Even if it is a demon, even if death is not his end, killing him with his own hands is too difficult for him, and even watching him die, Rasigel finds it unbearable.

But the other party didn't seem to care about these at all.

Rasigel stretched out his hands to cover the other party's dark and shiny eyes, not wanting to expose his rare fragility, he said softly, "No need, it will be fine in a while."

The time for the heart to stop beating has entered the countdown, and all organs have stopped moving. Christophe felt the pain all over his body disappear, and the last adrenaline made his brain, which was tired of coping with the pain, start to clear up. It was dark in front of his eyes, only the devil's hand on freezing temperatures.

He seemed to have remembered something, and seemed to realize that his short human life was about to end. He almost panicked and said, "You...why are you here?"

This is an extremely critical question.

He didn't even have any extra time to regret why he didn't notice this earlier, and his thinking was severely cut off, like a flame that was extinguished in an instant.

Feeling the disappearance of Kriffist's life, Rasigal slowly put down his hand.

The last time he felt death so truly was when Gorsha fell into the abyss, but this time it was different from before.

He didn't come here to stop him, it's just a habitual bad attack. Rasigal knows very well that pain often makes people lose control of their emotions. Chryphaist may be angry, so he can get angry for granted, regardless of Everyone yelled at him, questioning why he ran away, asking him why he let himself watch him die, although it was too much to do to a dying person, but the other party was the tenacious archangel on the fourth day, so there was what relationship.

But Christophe just said, help me.

Then Rasigal can only say, okay.