[X-Men] Unscientific Railgun

Obviously, the outline is only two hundred words, and I don't know why it has become a thousand words...

This completes the text!

These two people can't tell who knew who earlier, because they have run through each other almost the entire life.

Xiaolanlan is the heart of the nest, QvQ.

a family of three

Hero saves the beauty XD(?)

small theater:

"Dad, Dad?! Why are you in such a mess!"

"Wait...do I know you?!" I don't remember how I lived with a very white woman in the past 100 years? !

"Hey it's 19 here - I see, you're 'that' Azazel."

The silver-white boy stepped over the special soldiers who had been knocked down by him on the ground, and carefully carried the seriously injured Azazel on his back:

"I am the son of Azazel from another world."

☆, 〇, eternal dependence

When he woke up one morning, the silver-white, violent and poisonous man suddenly became a speechless fool.

He can fly—flap his wings when I deliberately throw him from a height; he can discharge electricity—and fight back when I bring a knife to his neck.

But he no longer has expression, and if there is no external stimulation, he will be as motionless as a puppet.

I began to miss his teasing, his sarcasm, his anger, his smile...everything he was.

Only "external stimuli" can make you respond?

You don't give me enough reaction, is it because the "stimulus" is not big enough?

The blood of the "angel" can burn the "demon", but how could I have the patience to complete the expansion when I was burned out of my reason by the rage.

So the bloody first time between the two of us started violently and ended disastrously, and then there was no more follow-up.

I finally realized that since that morning, my Remiel, had disappeared.

But I'm still fantasizing about the day I see this guy open his eyes again and punch me in shock when our faces are less than a punch away.

That was him, not this puppet.

Suddenly, one day, Remiel's stomach swelled up like a balloon.

I heard another heartbeat in his stomach.

Taking a Remiel who has turned into a fool to hide and avoid the attacks of two parties at the same time, as Remiel's belly is getting bigger and bigger, I feel gradually powerless.

Finally one day, when I went out to help Remiel find food, I was chased by the killer sent by the so-called leader of our clan.When I finally made my way back to Remiel, wounded, I only had time to witness Metatron slit open his stomach and pulled out our baby.

And Remiel, it seems, has been dead for a long time.

"Tsk, it's not a monster yet."

These were the last words I heard before losing consciousness.

When I woke up again, I found myself covered in the blood of the "angel" and smoldering, holding a knife in one hand and holding our child in the other, surrounded by a sea of ​​dead Cheyarafim corpses; The survivor Metatron was being trampled under my feet, his back was empty, only a piece of blood was dripping.

I lowered my head and found that the child had rosy skin and silver-white fetal hair. When his eyes occasionally opened a slit, I could see that they were a pair of blue eyes.He was also splashed with Cheyarafim's blood, but nothing happened.He has an ordinary body, and his back is empty.

Is this child actually a human?

I looked up and glanced around. The killers sent by the Neyaphem leader stood at a distance, watching all this in awe.Suddenly, one of them knelt down to me, followed by a second, and a third.

"Little Azazel is really going to rule the world now, Remiel."

In the swaying light and shadow, I saw water droplets hit the baby's face in my arms.

I quietly put my son, who was doomed to be powerless, into the home of a wealthy and good man who had observed him for a long time, and protected him in the dark to grow up, get married and start a business, full of children and grandchildren, and rest in peace.

He was just an ordinary person after all.

……

Thousands of years later, Neyaphem has almost withered away, and Cheyarafim is gone too, and showing up without authorization will most likely end up being sent to the laboratory.I have no interest in ownership of this world.

In 1962, when I was working for the "Living Allowance Provider" for the past ten years, I met a little girl who was very similar to that person. After shocking me, I sincerely apologized to me as an enemy.

Dozens of days later I found out that her name is also Remiel.

Eight years later she saved my life.

Two years later, our child was born, with the same silver hair and blue eyes as that child, only this time, he was a Neyaphem.

After another nine years, she disappeared in the process of time and space jumping.I took our son Hyman and watched her grow up as a family member.

In 2004, I sent her on the road according to her "once" instructions-I thought about keeping her like this, and if I let go, I would lose her again; but I also know that if I don't send her at the right time Going back, Erik and Charles wouldn't be together, and then even "Remiel Xavier" wouldn't exist.

However, this time, in the blink of an eye, my Remiel, all Remiels, came back intact.

Remiel has become an energy body that can be materialized, and will no longer be afraid of the erosion of time.

We never left each other again.

The author has something to say: The second part of the fancy show of affection, from the perspective of Brother Hong from the main world line.