communion

Surrounded by blade-like mountains, the platform halfway up the mountain is blowing a biting cold wind, and there is a huge rift valley at the foot, like an abyss monster with a huge mouth.

"Where is this?" Cantrera couldn't see clearly, rubbed his eyes, and found that his hands were small and soft—a pair of children's hands, "Who am I?"

"It's almost time," said an old voice behind him.

It was only then that Cantrella noticed a large group of silent humans behind him. The leader was three old men in ancient white robes, and the rest were soldiers in black iron armor.

"Prince Constantine, it's time to go."

"Where are you going?" Cantrella heard himself asking.

"Go where you should go." The old man pointed to the Rift Valley, "Your home."

"No." Constantine said angrily, "I'm going back to the imperial city to ask my brother for clarification."

"With all due respect, your efforts are in vain." The old man was no longer polite. "It was your brother's order to send you to Tartarus."

Constantine took a step back.

"Ah." The old man sighed and raised his hand slightly, "Let's see the prince off."

The silent soldiers raised their guns in unison and surrounded Cantrella in a semicircle—like a pack of wolves hunting a fawn, they quickly approached Constantine, and the gleaming guns forced Constantine Ding retreated step by step, and soon, Constantine retreated to the edge of the rift valley.

The soldiers didn't have the slightest intention of retreating. The tip of the gun was pressed against Constantine's chest. The young child looked down at the blood splattered on his chest, and finally closed his eyes and fell backwards, like a piece of broken paper Like falling, disappeared in the depths of the rift valley.

"Tartaros." Cantrera's mind was blank, only five words were left to repeat - Tartarus.

"The sky of Tartarus is red."

During the endless fall, someone whispered in Constantine's ear, and hugged him tightly as he fell together. At a certain moment, the world was reversed, and Constantine no longer fell to the ground, but flew into the sky—— red sky.

Cantrera opened his eyes, and there seemed to be flames burning in his purple pupils. He was still held in his arms, and there was still a sense of weightlessness in his body.

"Welcome back." César solemnly kissed the top of Cantrella's hair, as if facing a lost and found unique treasure.

"My surname is Constantine?" Cantrella's hands were hanging limply by his side, his voice was weaker than ever.

"Yes."

"I... died?"

"……Yes."

"Did you fall?"

"No." César sighed, "It seems that you haven't fully recovered yet."

"Heh." Smiling coldly, but his body couldn't stop shaking, like a stray cub, Cantrella hugged César back with all his strength, "The one who caught me must be you."

"It's me." Facing Cantrella's unexpected warm embrace, César was stunned for a second, then laughed softly.

"Hmm." Cantrella still didn't let go.

"Finally remember me, little prince." César's joyful tone contained a trace of desolation.

"No." Cantrella slowed down, pushed him away against César's chest, and raised his eyebrows: "You haven't shown up yet—now, you can go."

"Fell me away in such a hurry?" César heard that, the complicated emotions faded away, and he showed a disobedient, evil smile, "I refuse."

"Unexpectedly, you are such a person, Mr. Cesare."

"There are no good people in Tartarus."

"Then what do you want?" Cantrella narrowed his eyes.

"The gate of the city is closed, I can't go back to the upper city - why not take me in for a night?" César said seriously.

"Dreaming." Cantrella smiled with eyelashes curled up, "Lilim will kick us out together."

"Okay." César felt Cantrella's awkward care, and suddenly lost his temper, "See you tomorrow."

"No see." Cantrella left without looking back.

"Lilim, are you free?" Cantrella knocked on Lilim's door.

"The door is unlocked, just come in." Lilim was wearing a homely long dress and round-rimmed glasses, turning her pen while reading the materials, like a hard-working college student—assuming the dark content on the materials was ignored.

"I remembered something." Cantrella dragged a chair and sat across from Lilim, leaning on the table and looking at her, "My name is Constantine."

Lilim dropped her pen.

"There really is such an operation?" Lilim opened her eyes wide. "Cezel didn't do anything strange to you, did he? Did you get hypnotized or recreated?"

"Put your brains away." Cantrella was a little speechless, "We just chatted about some little things in the past, and I remembered them naturally—but only a very small part."

"Congratulations." Lilim patted Cantrella on the shoulder, "Young people keep up the good work!"

"Compared to this, I want you to help me identify someone." Cantrella picked up the pen that Lilim dropped, and drew from memory, drawing the old man who forced him to jump down the rift in his memory Turning the paper to Lilim, Cantrera asked, "From his clothing—can you tell what era he is from and what country he is from?"

Lilim was silent.

Cantrella saw the deep hatred and fear buried in her eyes, and couldn't help feeling a little puzzled.

"You know him?" Cantrella asked.

"Hmm." Lilim brushed her fingertips across the old man's eyes, leaving a whitish scratch, "In the era of the ancient earth, the chief priests of New Carthage liked living sacrifices and worshiped evil gods—after all, the ancient earth's He still deserves credit for his demise."

Cantrera is a little confused. Human beings have migrated to this terrestrial planet for more than four centuries. The word "earth" seems ancient and unfamiliar to him, but he has an unrepented hatred from several epochs ago. —like the most absurd farce.

"By the way." Lilim knocked on the table, "Why did you ask him? Don't tell me you two are old acquaintances?"

Lilim's sixth sense is so damn accurate, but Cantrella is obviously not going to tell her this absurd fact, "It's nothing." Cantrella calmly concealed it, "I saw it by chance on the Internet. , it’s just weird.”

"That's it." Lilim put the portrait aside casually, "It's getting late, go and rest."

Cantrella didn't say anything, closed the door and left.

After Cantrella left, Lilim picked up the portrait again, with a vicious expression like a ghost: "Gnaeus, why don't you die?"