After Becoming The Tyrant

Slightly, slightly, slightly.

The bones collided, and the horrific voices were in a cheerful rhythm. The blue mist rose and swept in the cold moonlight, and the black shadows in the fog showed the outline of the carriage.

How can there be a carriage?

What kind of carriage can run so unimpeded in this thicket?Did they see terrifying apparitions?In this cursed night!The Knights of the Oath gripped their swords, their devotion worthy of a badge of the rose—they trembled at the dreadful turn of events, but they did not flinch.

"Come to the sad tale of the death of a king, dear."[1]

A first-class singing voice came out from the thickening fog, every pronunciation was clear, so elegant and impeccable.But it is filled with an indescribable evil and wildness, like a strange poisonous snake spitting out its fangs, exuding a three-point playfulness and seven-point coldness.

It's as if the upcoming Death of a King is a great show.

The shadow of the carriage became clear, and some of the oath knights could not help but groan weakly——

Oh God!What kind of carriage is that? !

Dots of brimstone flames splashed around the carriage, and the shadowy monster whose face could not be seen clearly pulled the huge pale carriage.They don't seem to pass by the real world, but run in a different dimension that overlaps with the material world, directly passing through the thousands of years of pitch-black giant trees.

"Some were deposed, and some died in battle,

Some are haunted by the specter of their dethrone,

Some were poisoned by their wives, others were killed in their sleep,

All were murdered—"[2]

In the ancient opera, the poisonous snake that wanders in the dark raises its head high.

The sound of the wheels rolling forward was like thunder, the skeletons let out a high-pitched grin, the nightmare came from hell, and countless night owls screamed into the sky in the darkness, their wings were dotted with the cold night.

The carriage jumped out of the black wood and bushes, and came to a standstill in this small open space amidst the fluttering of night owl wings and the whispering of nightmares.Brimstone fire dripped onto the dark green moss.Blue mist rolled up from both sides, and the oath knights could clearly see every delicate bone of the pale carriage, every bit of blue will-o'-the-wisp, and every coiled and blooming red rose.

At the driver's seat was the handsome hell-guest in black, who brought the old opera back to life.

His voice suddenly changed and became extremely low, like the whisper of a poisonous snake before launching a fatal attack.

"—for death grips the king

In the hollow crown of the temple

Established its court! "[3]

The singing was interrupted, and the knight commander brazenly launched an attack on the hell guest he had never faced before.The silver armor on his body was gilded with a glorious brilliance by the moonlight.The rest of the oath knights were led by him, roared together, and swung their swords at the uninvited guest who had no good intentions.

The devil wore a top hat, his face was in shadow, and he didn't move.

The nightmares pulling the bone carriage flicked their tails impatiently, and the cold black mist floated out. The brave and loyal oath knights fell one by one, being pulled into the deepest nightmare.

The devil jumped out of the carriage, and he walked briskly past the sworn knights on the ground, without paying them any attention.The devil came to his unconscious little king and took off his hat.

"I have come to fetch you, Your Majesty."

The devil gracefully bowed deeply to the young king shrouded in the cold moon.

He was so graceful, so well-mannered, even though he sang the most ghastly spooky operas and came in a carriage of bones driven by nightmares.

The scarlet rose was still on the devil's button, and he plucked some roses from the thorns coiled about the carriage, and held them in his hand with the thorns, like a funeral-goer holding a bouquet of white roses.Shrouded in the cold moonlight, the king lay silently on the dark green mossy ground with his eyes closed.

The sharp ice blue eyes of the young king no longer opened.

The moon god is attached to this child, and he presents a strange beauty under the moonlight.Those cold, violent, and sharp things faded away from the king temporarily, and he looked like a perfect holy son when he closed his eyes, exquisite and holy, it is definitely not an exaggeration to say that he is the incarnation of a saint in the world—if Not those few drops of blood.

The dark red, congealed blood stained the corners of the king's eyes and cheeks.

There are only sporadic points, like a pious religious painter who suddenly fell after carving out the most perfect Son, pouring evil, mad, and cursed tears of blood onto the perfect face.

Thus, heaven and hell, the sacred and the bloody, merged into one in the king.

The devil walked unhurriedly around the king, constantly tearing off the soft petals of the rose, and sprinkled those blood-red petals on the king just like the priest did when sending the dead to the grave.

He had come to joyfully prepare the king's funeral.

Death and kings go hand in hand.

And for the devil, this could not be better. He has been waiting for this day for more than ten years.When the king stops breathing completely and the life passes away from the king, he will welcome the king to another country.

When the king of the world closes his eyes, the king of hell will open his eyes.

"Follow me, my dear majesty."

The last rose petal fell, and the devil sat on the ground beside the king. He transformed into a golden harp out of thin air, and plucked the ancient strings casually with his slender and pale hands, making a pleasant sound.He lowered his voice and whispered in the king's ear like a serpent tempting the first man to swallow the scarlet fruit of sin.

The cold moonlight fell on the king.

"Come with me, Your Majesty."

The devil whispered sweet promises.

"The long river of red gold flows endlessly on the deep black earth, it is the wealth that fell into the darkness through the hands of greed. The most beautiful diamonds, the most flawless white walls, the most gorgeous golden rivers...all of them can be yours .”

The crow quietly landed on the branch, waiting for a new carcass with its dark red eyes.

"There is also a kingdom there. Although those naughty little guys are a bit weird, I assure you, they will be the most obedient servants in the world. If you want, you can fly in the sky on a keel, even if it is No lord of the abyss will refuse your visit."

The cold enveloped the king, his pulse gradually slowed down, his breathing was lighter than that of a kitten, and the last bit of blood on his lips quietly disappeared.

The devil's voice is soft and gentle, and if he wanted to, he would be an unstoppable persuasionist in the world.

Even angels were deceived into hell by him.

But now, he undoubtedly brought out all his abilities, trying to lure the young king to give up his tenacity and let death swallow him.

"Look at..."

He sneered slightly, with such meaning, in the king's ear.

"Your father betrayed you—he sold you to the Holy See and to the Devil, your subjects betrayed you, and your so-called relatives longed for your sickness and death. No matter which side people are trying to make you die what."

"At all, no one wants you to survive."

"Aren't you so clear?"

…………

No one wants you to survive at all.

Cursing words came from far, far away.

The king stood in a fog, with his head raised expressionlessly, the sky was gray and the surroundings were also gray, and there were many vague figures hidden in the surrounding gray fog.

He vaguely felt that he seemed to have forgotten a lot of things.

where is this place?dream?

The king stepped forward.

The left and right shadows moved with him, like tarsal maggots.The red fire was sticking to the ground and following behind him like a poisonous snake, trying to devour him.Countless hands stretched out from the mist, dry and pale, those hands grabbed the king and dragged him down.

—You see, no matter which side you are on, people are trying to kill you.

Whispering, ghostly voices drilled into his head.

The red fire surged up and devoured the king.Boiling, fiery, burning the soul.Blood rolled down from the corner of the forehead and eyes.He squeezed his eyes shut.

Gradually fall.

——Come on, go to another country that really belongs to you?

The golden lake of fire, the black earth, the tame and loyal servants, all the wealth in the heavens and the earth... The magnificent and luxurious picture unfolded in the king's mind, and all the existences there were waiting for his arrival with joy and encouragement.

——Please come with me.

That voice was tinged with pent-up joy.

A slender hand stretched out from the thick fog, reaching out to the fallen king, that hand was so pale that it seemed to be shrouded in light.

Waiting for him to reach out.

The king slowly stretched out his hand, and the voice stopped, as if restraining ecstasy.

"Do not."

The king suddenly opened his eyes in the flames, and the drop of blood rolled from the corner of his eyes and fell into the thick black flames.His icy blue eyes were as cold as a long knife tempered by ice water.

"Go away."

He opened his arms and let the red fire swallow him.

The pale hand hung empty above.

…………

in the forest.

The king's breathing became rapid, and an abnormal flush rose on his pale cheeks. Death and life were fighting fiercely on him.

Zheng——

With a gloomy face, the devil lowered the harp whose strings all snapped in an instant.

A haze hung over his face.

His dark eyes focused on the panting, but still unconscious king.

"OK then."

said the devil in a compromising tone.

"I'm sorry, but you can't expect a devil to keep the contract, can you?"

He stretched out his elegant and slender hands, brushed the king's pale cheeks, and the blood stained the devil's hands.

He intends to take the king away directly.

A smile flitted across the devil's lips.

However, at the next moment, a bright and holy light surged up, like an ice cube suddenly touching a raging fire.The devil jumped up and shook the damned flame from his hand.

"Mysterious baptism! Those damn churches!"

The devil was furious.

The church once held a grand baptism for the king in St. Weiss Cathedral. On the day of the king's coronation, the representative of the pope came across the abyss and poured holy ointment from the golden eagle-shaped bottle on the king's chest. The center of the back, as well as the head, shoulders, elbows and palms.

This became the king's shelter at the moment.

The king opened his eyes.

"Go away, devil."

He said.

The author has something to say: Devil: Covenant!

King: Go away!

[1][2][3] From Shakespeare's "Richard II"