Scepter of Thorns

The color of blood smudged.Edward felt the familiar, devouring force surrounding him, like singing a requiem, which was magical and deceptive.

He closed his eyes, and large pieces of scarlet runes were intertwined in the sea of ​​consciousness, circulating continuously as if he had just woken up.

The water of the Red River can devour the souls of the lost.

Kroo folded his wings and locked the bathroom door tightly with a barrier.He began to sing, and the melody was not soft, but with an undulating arc, as if jumping from the lowest valley to the dome, a combination of dumbness and sharp contradictions.

The red water kept pouring into the bath, but the water level didn't increase much.He held Edward in his arms, cupped his left wrist and pressed it to his lips, with two canine teeth piercing in like this.Crow's lips sucked the blood, and after about a certain amount, he put Edward's wrist into the pool, allowing the blood to blend with the water of the Red River.

Edward was very uncomfortable. He didn't really lose consciousness, so he heard the singing and could clearly feel the blood loss in his body.His eyelids were so heavy that he couldn't open them, he could only feel vaguely.

sacrifice.He thought of the word.

He didn't know that his blood was red, but the blood of the demons should be dark purple.

Edward's demon form is not complete, but Kroo, or Senna wants to change this.He opened his fingers, and the scepter of lies hanging in the cloak automatically flew into his hand.Senna turned the scepter upside down, and the tip rested on Edward's stomach.

There were no those two scars on the body in the form of demons. According to the position in memory, he used the tip to cut the skin bit by bit. The cold crystal pierced into the flesh and blood. Edward trembled suddenly, and the dense dark elements invaded the wound. He thought He broke free from the hands that strangled him tightly, but he couldn't move his limbs, and he couldn't even make a sound.

pain--

Senna held him in his arms, his eyes caressed Edward's face inch by inch, not letting go of any subtle expressions.He looked in pain, with the pattern of the thorny scepter looming between his eyebrows.The corners of his mouth were tightened, he must be biting his lip, because the pale lips were covered with blood.

so tempting.

He leaned over and kissed Edward's lips, licking away the tiny blood, and tried to pry his teeth open with his tongue.But Edward showed obvious resistance, his wrist was no longer bleeding, and the result of his gradual recovery of consciousness was to push Cena, who was caught off guard, to the side, and then opened his eyes.

Instead of the blood pool he had imagined, it was still the steaming pool. The black-haired, red-eyed boy stepped aside as if frightened by his actions.Edward touched the scar on his lower abdomen. He didn't check his body after taking off his clothes, so he wasn't sure whether it was the original body or was cut.But there is a hard scar on it, it should have been for a while.

Everything just now was like a dream, but Edward felt thoroughly real.

Kroo turned into a crow and flew out of the bathroom.In the palace on the other side, Kairos sat up from the bed and straightened his slightly messy hair.The moment he opened the door of the palace, the little girl with dark purple curly hair was holding a doll, wrinkled into a bun face and looked at him dissatisfied.

"Senna." Her loli voice was tender and crisp, "You're angry."

"Yes, Your Majesty." He knelt down and picked up Victoria, "I'm angry because you don't care about your body. Let's go, where are we going next?"

Victoria tilted her head, her curly hair slid down her ears and fell on Senna's shoulders, "Sigh corridor."

Her Majesty said so.

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Edward put on his bathrobe and walked out of the bathroom. The evil crow was obediently staying in the cage, and the padlock was hung on the door of the cage, as if it had never been opened.He lifted the cage, put his face close to the golden thread and warned: "Listen, I know you understand. Don't do weird things to me, don't get too close to me if you turn into a human, or I will throw you away next time." into the Red River."

The eyes of the crow inside rolled a few times, wondering if it listened.

Edward opened the closet, and there were a few clean clothes hanging in it.He took a simple red gown and put it on, and then felt a headache facing the scepter of lies.

He has never regretted his stupid behavior as much as he does now. What kind of madness did he take it out back then?Edward hid the scepter in his cloak irritably, and casually picked a book from the bookshelf to read.

He turned a few pages only to realize that it was a book similar to teenage enlightenment.

It should be because he is new to the Demon Race and is not familiar with many things, so most of the books here are about the habits and characteristics of the Demon Race and related knowledge.But a normal adult demon doesn't need these things, what is really needed is a growing demon, that is, uh, a cub.

...and black households.

The Mozu is a race with distinct classes, which includes three levels, the poor, the common people and the nobles.The poor are at the top, most of them are miners who do not need to pay taxes, and some of them will be forcibly collected as soldiers when war breaks out.Civilians are the middle class and the largest number. They are the key to promoting the economic development of the Demon Realm, and they are in a state of self-sufficiency.

The nobles stood at the top of the pyramid.Most of them have family hereditary titles, rich family property, and are able to mine private mines.Only nobles have the right to vote and belong to their own party.

There is a royal family in the Demon Realm. According to the book, they are mainly responsible for etiquette and diplomacy, and have no real power.But Scott once said that the Seventh Prince Senna has part of the military power of the Black Queen, so the royal family should have a certain sphere of influence, and they are not willing to be a show.

The current political situation is that the Black Queen and the Reverse Cross are facing each other everywhere. The royal family was watching the show, but now they suddenly announced that they would join the wrestling. It was a mess.

Caesar was also the leader of the Reverse Cross.

Edward couldn't help rubbing between his brows. To be honest, he really didn't want to get involved in these intrigues, but the situation was clearly beyond his control.It's enough to be transported around like a cargo and be manipulated by others. He doesn't want to be noticed by some dark chess buried in the reverse cross, and then branded as the black queen. It will be quite difficult to break free at that time.

A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts, Edward put down the book in his hand, and went to open the door.

He saw the dark purple curly hair resting on the shoulders following the master's movements, and the face was raised, so delicate that Edward thought of the delicate brushstrokes of the oil paintings of temples.She seemed to be bending over, and he couldn't help but follow her gaze down.The first is pointed boots, black stockings extending from the toes into a Lolita-style knee-length skirt, the waist is tied tightly with a lace belt, and a bow is tied at the back.The slender arms were covered with long white gloves, and they saluted over the plump chest.

He heard her say in the charming voice unique to demon women:

"Hello, I'm Anna, the servant girl, here to serve Mr. Doyle Sass."

Edward moved out of the way, and Anna came in, her movements were as light as dancing, graceful and noiseless.

"I've bothered you." She saw Edward halfway through the book, with a look of apology on her face, "I'm going to clean the bathroom first, please help yourself."

Edward watched her enter the bathroom, his scarlet eyes narrowed, as if he was thinking about something.

A woman, yes, she is a woman.

He should like women, instead of being almost raped by an inexplicable man like the previous few times.Women, and only women.

The pope cannot marry, not just to serve the Lord God wholeheartedly, but more importantly, he will have children after marriage. After having children, it will cause conflicts with the son who is supposed to inherit the throne.

But he is no longer the pope, not even a member of the Illuminati, and even the magic crystal records that he believes in Orion, the god of darkness.The demons emphasize lust, and not all believers practice asceticism. They should be able to get married and have a family.

Things that seemed so far away to him suddenly became within reach, but abstinence had long since become a habit, an unbearable but deeply rooted habit.He is used to dealing with documents alone until late at night, and then goes back to the bedroom to read, and rests when he is tired; Study and practice magic alone, and then go home and cook a meal for yourself.

Many things require many people, but he has long been used to being alone.

The solitude of childhood planted roots in his body, and grew with his growth, and finally bloomed a flower of indifference, which bloomed in full bloom as if it would never wither, and its faint fragrance drove away all those who wanted to get close to him. its people.

Forget it, I'm still alone, I'm used to it anyway.Thinking this way, Edward turned his attention to the book again.

Anna leaned against the bathroom door, bending the corners of her lipsticked lips.

It smelled like an enchantment, and it was withdrawn hastily, but it still successfully concealed its existence. If it wasn't for the pentagonal pyramid, she wouldn't have felt it.

She fiddled with the curly hair back, and then cast a restoration magic casually, the water in the pool was drained instantly, the towels on the rack returned to their original places, and everything was restored to the beginning.She purposely made some sorting noises, and then began to wait quietly.

More than 20 minutes later, she opened the bathroom door and walked into the room with a wet towel on her arm.Anna replaced the cleaning sponge and placed a small bell on the table, "If you have any orders, please ring the bell, and I will come quickly."

"Okay, sorry for the trouble." Edward nodded, "You are very considerate."

"Thank you for your compliment, this is what I should do." Anna smiled decently, and then left.

She closed the door and walked down the long corridor to the end.There was a small clean room. She opened the heavy curtain, and there was no cleaning equipment in it. Instead, there was a woman lying there, a woman who looked exactly like her.

She pulled out a pentagonal pyramid from the shadow and pierced it into the back of the man's head, and helped her up again. The moment the woman woke up, her figure disappeared.

"Oh, my God." The woman complained, holding her forehead, "I have a terrible headache. I just finished cleaning the bathroom. I need to rest for a while."

She threw the cleaning sponge that appeared in her hand at some point into the trash can, and then walked into the corridor step by step. On the small silver plaque on her left chest, there was a name, "Anna".

----Chapter25. Scarlet & End----