[Seraphim of the End]Ajura Maru Motoki

After an unknown amount of time, the door was slammed shut from the outside, like a closed eye, the darkness was restored the moment it was closed.This interrogation room was originally used to hold vampire prisoners. Because the various functions of the vampire's body far surpassed that of humans, this room even omitted the light and windows.

Unlike blood races who are dark creatures, darkness is the best soil for breeding human fear.You can't see your fingers, you can't see anything, and there is no trace of life around you. There is silence, as if you have lost your sense of innocence, you don't know the time, and you even... have doubts about whether you are still alive.

Arthura didn't know how long Cecilia had been away. He felt in a daze that the strength of this body was gradually recovering. It must have been a long time, right?The right hand can't even move a little bit, maybe it's broken?Really bad.He was wandering indifferently, with a dazed look. Even if he couldn't see his current appearance, Asera could roughly know his situation. It was really... ugly.

Gradually, there was a faint call from the stomach, and Arthura finally came to his senses, is he hungry?It's a pity that this room is almost closed. Perhaps because she knew that he was a human being, Cecilia specially left a small hole in the upper left corner of the door to allow normal air circulation when she left.However, during this period of time, he seemed to be completely forgotten, and even Cecilia, the torturer, never came.

The blood on the ground dried up and gave off a pungent stench. Asera herself was between constant slumber and waking up. The feeling in her stomach changed from weak to strong, and the strength that had been hard to recover before gradually dissipated.However, still no one came.

As time went by, he slept longer and longer. From the moment he realized this, Asera knew that he was about to die. He tried hard to stay awake and get rid of tiredness, but unfortunately his will was finally destroyed. He still couldn't fight the exhaustion of his body, and in the end, he didn't even want to wake up again.That was terrible. Once when he was awake, he almost couldn't remember his name or the reason for his existence. At that moment, he was truly terrified.He desperately collected fragmentary memories in his brain, and finally pieced together a roughly complete memory.This is simply a kind of psychological torture.

Krulu... probably he's going to see her soon?This is the only name he can remember when his mind is confused, the pillar of his life.He vaguely remembered that he told Krulu that no matter where he was, as long as he was accompanied by his family, that was his home.It can be said that the place after death is the final destination of him and Krulu, right?In fact... that's not bad, instead of being dragged down by the body and staying in this world, it's better to free yourself.Everything... so be it.

On the night when he made his decision, he was unexpectedly not haunted by nightmares. Krulu's clear and moving laughter echoed in his ears. At that moment, he even smelled the sun.

Unexpectedly, the rare dream was disturbed, there was a slight sound outside the door that had not been moved for a long time, and a man and a woman could vaguely hear the conversation outside the door.Arthur raised his drooping eyelids impatiently, and stared blankly at the direction of the door.To his surprise, the door was opened this time, but it was closed again after someone from outside quickly flashed in.

A strong gaze stayed on Arthur for a while and then quickly moved away, "Cecilia, I remember that I told you to keep an eye on him." It sounded like a man who spoke, his tone was gentle, aristocratic and slow, But for some reason, there is a bit of chilling feeling. "No way, I just don't want Lord Noah to be suspicious!" With a sweet and coquettish tone, it's hard to imagine that Arthura's serious injury was caused by such a woman. "Really?" The interrogative sentence with unclear meaning, the ending sound rose slightly, "You just want to play, right?" Arthura vaguely watched the young man's hand seem to caress the woman's head, and even brought The rare pampering is like an adult's helplessness towards a naughty child, "However, it really embarrasses me not to distinguish between public and private!" The next moment, his hand stroking the top of the woman's head suddenly grabbed the woman's face, and put her at will. Throw it out.All of this happened so suddenly, the woman didn't even have the chance to struggle and was smashed against the wall, she struggled for a moment, as if she had accepted her fate, she didn't move, raised her eyes again, her face was gone Playing around, she tentatively said, "Sir Shuerza?"

"Get out." The young man no longer focused on the woman, even with his back turned to her, his majesty remained undiminished.The woman didn't dare to do anything wrong this time, she stood up awkwardly, and left quickly without even arranging her messy clothes. Before leaving, she thoughtfully closed the door again.

"Yeah, it's been a while since we last met." The young man lifted his chin slightly, looking down at the lifeless young man in front of him, as if a god looked down on a small human being, as if even just giving him a look was enough for him an honor.

After staring at the man for a long time, Arthura's eyeballs moved slightly, as if recalling the young man's name. After a long time, she moved her chapped lips, but in the end she only let out a few weak breath sounds.

The young man raised his eyebrows. The calmness conveyed in his voice was in stark contrast to Arthura's current appearance. He lifted Arthura's face forcefully, and said with disgust, "Your appearance is really an eyesore." What responded to him was only Arthura's empty eyes like a puppet.

The young man narrowed his long and narrow eyes, hesitated for a moment, smiled half-smile, "This look should stop here." Pulling Arthura's neck, he stabbed down the sharp fangs, which were almost useless. Obstructed, easily buried in blood vessels.

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