Snake Taming

in silence.

ah!Does he know?This pair of his fists will unreservedly and viciously beat those revolutionaries who insist on so-called justice and fairness with blind self-confidence and inflated heroism.

Did these revolutionaries know what happened next--while they were still weeping with joy and triumphant over the victory of the revolution?

When the first ferocious black scales of the angry red-eyed sea snake appeared on the surface of the sea, death raised its scythe in the shadows... Calamity and war will follow; the rest, they hide in the dark ready to move.

There are no innocents in this catastrophic revolution.The planners must pay the price, the instigators must pay the price, the actioners must pay the price, the follower must pay the price, the ignorant must pay the price, and the ignorant must also pay the price.

"I have given direction to a fanatic of this land," Samael replied.

The head inlaid with two rubies shining brightly in the sun protruded from the bottom of the sea, and the narrowed vertical pupils were deep and penetrating.It lazily entangles the seamount, and its tail flicks slowly, stirring up waves one after another.

The oriental god floating in the air watched the sea snake raise its head with interest, trying to rub Samael's hand hanging by his side.In the end it succeeded, and its head was stroked, even though the cold hand was no bigger than one of its eyes.

"It is well fed," said the god.

"That's right." Samael nodded. "This gentleman attended the banquet with Natalie. You'll have to forgive him for his small slip - no one likes being woken up by uninvited noisy guests when they're about to fall asleep .”

He paused, and then said: "The guest has to be responsible for this, and experience the process of being food for himself. This is probably the end that the guest expected. Alright, alright, let's go back."

Following Samael's pat, the sea snake retreated slowly into the bottom of the sea, swam away and disappeared into the narrow, long and deep sea bottom cracks.

"I sprung a seed," Samael said, "not one that the gods meant to start the storm wanted to grow. Flame was a good target, with his spongy wit and irascible tinderbox personality But it helped a lot, let's see how he foolishly ran into the well-designed trap. Flame's fall will inevitably involve his mother's generation-presumably you are not interested in hearing a series of strange genealogy, I will only mention the goddess of the earth and Karida, Maid of Dionysus. These two women... one is a lonely and childless widow, and the other is a prodigal rogue, once they know that their relatives are being sacrificed to the sacrifices before the war, they will probably never die. There is no peace... Whether it is themselves or the men who are willing to go through fire and water for it, it is enough to spread the flames of the war to the point of no end. Just a ship rocking in a storm with a human at the helm is not a good idea-even if It's only temporary."

The god holding the red umbrella nodded.

"Let's go." Samael took out a spice bag, which contained a bunch of sage, basil, cumin, thyme, and a stack of folded paper bags, all exuding a wonderful aroma.He blinked: "Come once in a while to try the exotic, the food here will not let you down."

☆、Chapter11Katalysis Catalysis

People who smell like cats are naturally attracted to people who smell like fish.In life, the more obvious attraction is between like-minded people, what Camael likes to call kindred spirits, or kindred spirits.

Before learning from Samael, Camael was a hero in his hometown town.He was born with a pleasing face and curly blond hair. He was tall, muscular and well-proportioned, with a calm and kind temperament.

Camael has a bit of stubbornness passed down from his father's generation, but he is not ignorant of flexibility.The grandfather and father, who were foundry craftsmen, were more traditional, but it was also thanks to this that their family's foundry craft had a place in the market, and it was not oppressed like others by cunning dwarves and goblins. place.

The convenient transportation conditions of the coastal cities brought countless money, and at the same time, the influx of a large number of non-human races intensified the regional conflicts, the local armed forces gradually disintegrated, and the private guards began to prosper.

The organization of northern thieves reached out to the south amidst the chaos, fishing in troubled waters in the usual way. Coupled with the sudden turmoil of the sea beasts in the southwest, a war slowly surfaced under the impetus of the conspirators and spread throughout Olliegarde.

After 14 years, the Camael family finally abandoned their ancestral land and fled to the mountainous interior.Along the way, robbers made him lose two brothers, and the plague took away his aging father and weak sister.When his scrawny mother tried her best to find her two older sisters who were lost on the road, she found that they had already fallen into prostitution, and even their hearts were infected with the poison of sin and greed of the lowest people.

Mother didn't give up on them.She insisted on settling in a small village with her remaining children, earning a living by handicrafts and field work.Here, no one knows their past, her daughters may be able to marry the responsible young people in the vicinity, let her hold a few grandchildren...

Three months later, at noon when the sun was shining like a fire, Camael, with the assistance of the villagers, buried his mother who was dying.His sisters—the two women who coaxed out their mother's little fortune—had long ago vanished.

Bereaved, and reduced from the son of a wealthy craftsman to an exploited farmer, Camael was broken and hopeless, but like most Olliegarde, he never gave up his faith.He became one of the ordinary people on this continent, struggling to survive in the world.Every holiday, he, like everyone else, flocks to the nearest temple to pray and confess, begging for some spiritual comfort.

Camael is still upright, but has learned to endure.He couldn't be a businessman in troubled times, so after that, he wholeheartedly worked hard on his own land, or in other words, escaped from the chaotic society outside—in short, he won the love of the villagers, and because some refugees were The words in the temple were known to the temple incumbents and became the first priest in the small village.

After the appointment documents were delivered from the temples in the city, the villagers renovated the old temple site on the top of the mountain with great enthusiasm. Apart from working in the fields, Camael stayed in the confessional all day long, listening to men and women kneeling outside the booth one after another to confess trivial matters.

Usually he has to explain the regretful man who beat his wife, appease the old man whose family is at odds, and maybe just listen to the irascible woman nagging and cursing the expensive price of cloth and some parents' short-sightedness.

Occasionally, travelers and vagrants who pass by will pour out their inner sins and secrets to him.They are more honest than the villagers because they have almost no chance of encountering each other.What he hears the most is that these people confess that they have ruined the survival or life of others for their own sake.

Until one day, he met a ragged woman.

It was already evening.Although Olliegarde's Montais never fell, it gave the world a moment of twilight as it approached the horizon.

The woman sat on a bench in the temple, with her head down, her arms tightly wrapped around her body, showing a weak and gloomy look.She slowly raised her head following the sound of footsteps.

Withered grass-like hair was scattered in front of her, rough, dirty, and tangled, but the pure eyes of this woman's face radiated intense joy when she saw Camael.

The woman straightened up and staggered to her knees on the soft cushions of the confessional, not caring for Camael to see her as the confessor.

strange woman.

Camael tried not to pay attention to her, as he always did, first went to the backyard to get the teachings before entering the confessional.

"I'm guilty." Almost the moment Camael closed the door, a low trembling voice came from behind the wooden boards.

"I... guilty. I'm guilty... guilty..."

The woman repeated it several times intermittently.

Camael remained calm, waiting for her confession.

"I... have a son." After the woman finished speaking, she paused for a long time.

"He...it's all my fault. It's all my fault...it's me that made him kill Arvin..."

"It was me...that didn't stop him..."

"Arvin, Arvin... my love..."

"...He taught him, what's wrong? Everyone does it. Disciplining children..."

"I knew something was wrong with him. I've known it since I had him."

"I gave birth to a monster."

"Why doesn't he die?"

"My Arvin...it's all my fault, it's all my fault for being born an evil seed..."

"We didn't do anything..."

The woman whimpered and cried.

Then the crying gradually died down.Slowly, the surroundings became silent.

Camael even felt that the woman had disappeared.

He couldn't help but move forward, trying to find out if the person was still there.

"Kill you!"

In the dead silence, a loud shout suddenly erupted from behind the motionless wooden plank, the murderous aura was revealed, and the sound was like thunder.The murderous aura and the bloody aura rushed over from the gaps in the wooden boards, causing Camael to slam into the pavilion wall behind him with a bang, sweating profusely from fright.

"Kill you! Kill you! Kill you! Kill you..." The angry roar of the rough man from nowhere mixed with the woman's crazy scream, echoing in the temple.

Camael was so frightened by the strong malice and the loud noise that he sat on the ground.His eyes widened and his trembling legs kicked wildly, trying to squeeze himself into a deeper corner of the confessional.The doctrinal pages, which were carefully wrapped in cowhide, are now scattered all over the place, and the snow-white pages are filthy with mud.

After an unknown period of time, the voice finally gradually disappeared.

Camael huddled in a corner, like a lifeless cocoon.

The gate of the temple creaked in the evening wind and slammed shut.

☆、Chapter12Libation libation ceremony

"All they need is to raise a Judas. His kisses are enough to fool people," Samael replied. "Just like you once, he is going to go the way you once walked."

"You've got a successor. One by one, the guys who terrified Oswald popped out of tight dark corners like clowns, winking with sweat-stained, exaggerated make-up, all ugly."

Camael looked at his teacher, slowly reaching up to wipe the bright red blood from his cheek.

"I'm sure the scenery on the road will not be so beautiful. Yes." He said, "As a betrayer on both sides, I am very confident. When those gods played with the rope of my fate, you must have seen Out."

"When you were a pathetic tested soul."

"I didn't have a choice. The only thing I had at the time - the only weapon, was dignity."

"You turned to me when you realized you couldn't get the least amount of respect from them. I've always understood that humans are greedy creatures. Even more so in you."

Camael returned a shy and adoring smile.He looked down at his bloody hands.

"The first time I contacted them blatantly in front of you, you said, 'I hope you don't write me as a lunatic like everyone else, after all, no matter how much they resist, they will have to hate me for a long time' .I would venture to guess that now is the time when you intend to part ways."

"That's right..." Samael's voice dropped.

He was silent.

When the painful gasps of the third person finally subsided, Camael maintained a silent way of moving, neatly disposing of the scattered limbs.

The uninvited guest had once been a gorgeous lady with a vivacious personality, but that was only a few minutes ago—now, it was a mangled and filthy corpse.

Camael watched as she let go of his teacher's collar and collapsed on the carpet like mud.

Her blood stained her skirt and a silver-plated dagger around her neck, and splashed on the furniture and walls.

She is dead.

Samael stared at her mercilessly.He sat back in the high-backed chair behind him, and rubbed the standing water carving decorated with shells with his fingers.The gold-embroidered handkerchief slipped to the ground, and the dangling tassels were soaked in blood and slowly faded away.

Belinda is her name.Like a snake, beautiful, intelligent and long-lived.The first two meanings reveal her blood kinship with Samael and her lovable appearance, but the latter two are nowhere to be found.

She was Oswald's whim, an entertainment in his spare time and a substitute watchdog.Belinda hasn't seen sunlight since being born in an egg, until she's big and strong enough to have the courage to leave her underground breeding bed.Her world is very simple - master Oswald and brother and father Samael.She regarded Samael as a kindred spirit, asked him for advice on how to survive, and followed suit.

But Samael wanted to destroy her from the start.He thought it was out of pity.

Belinda doesn't have a soul of her own, and is completely at the mercy of Oswald and Samael, born for them and living for them.Now, at last, she could find a little self and peace in death.

Belinda was so much like him - a version of him out of restraint and sanity.Every time, Samael saw her admiring eyes towards Oswald, it was difficult to control his emotions.

For Oswald is the night, the abyss, and the distant and bright stars.The love for him is nothing more than a blindness that he has opened up, a branch that grows obliquely in the chest and abdomen, and nothing can be held in his hands except blood, like a shadow that can never be touched.

Being unlucky is enough.She doesn't deserve to suffer any more.

So Samael wished he could eat her flesh and drink her blood, and crush her bones to eat her ashes. Belinda was born of his blood, and he should take it apart and return to the source, instead of being regarded as his externalized shame, unsolvable desire and living ugly appearance of barking teeth and claws under Oswald's malicious obstruction.

Samael had defined Oswald's ban on him that way, but now he seemed to understand something.

With so many emotionally entangled couples in the world who want to have a stable, long-lasting relationship but are unwilling to trust a smooth ride, it's no wonder they're hurting each other.

So did Oswald and him.

"I've waited too long," Samael said. "Once you give a cold-blooded animal a taste of warm blood, there's nothing stopping him."

"But you're pushing that one down."

"I used the gods of Mars to find Oswald, and they used me to get rid of him, which is not inconsistent." Samael showed his long and narrow lips, cold and charming.

"Oswald handed her fate to me. He knew I didn't want her—an experimental sister. Blood? What he delivered was a poisonous snake, and I would only spit poison, not sweet honey."

Samael stretched out his right hand, with the palm facing up, slowly grasped the small green snake body, raised it to his lips, and swallowed it.

"Perhaps you want to be alone for a while," Camael said, "I'll take care of it for you."

He leaves with the body.

"Mars will be on our side," said his teacher before he left the house.

"Whether his betrayal is true or not, he will. Sincerely. Just like no one knew why the pure white and flawless you who stood on the side of the angel of justice will follow me, and have no regrets about the evil and the blood on your hands. Indifference. What do I have? I have venom and deadly fangs, but not everything you want. It's like I completely changed you in an instant - from the deepest mind to everything."

"They thought I was threatening you, tricking you, controlling you. Nonsense. Just because they were afraid, they hid away and buried their heads in the arms and chests of men and women. They wanted to bury the secret forever. Secret! What a magical and sinful word! They're stuck in it, trapped. So are you, in another way."

Camael just left quietly.

The bright red liquid dripping from the mouth of the corpse caught between his arms smashed a trail of blood on the floor.

Her usual pale lips were as beautiful as a fresh rose.

The author has something to say: he just likes to be incomprehensible. (Deep malice from the author

I just like to pretend to be 13~

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☆、Chapter13Mad fascinated

As a teenager, he met Oswald for the first time.

His father, Arvin, is a priest of the temple on the mountain in his hometown, and his mother is an ordinary local woman.The two have known each other since they were young, and they have a deep relationship, and they got married and had children naturally-but this child, this child named Samael, is not like any of them, it seems that he is just a bird born from his wife's body. parasites.

From the moment he was born, the couple loathed his dark, dark green hair and piercing bright yellow eyes, which were so different from theirs.They didn't want to suffer other people's gossip, so they imprisoned him in the underground of the temple under the pretext of dying of illness, and threw him leftovers and a bucket of dirty water casually like pigs and dogs, and let him rot in the dark underground.

The young Samael instinctively wanted to escape, but he was caught and beaten every time.

The world outside is too bright. Samael thought.Bright and sharp.

So the world ushered in darkness.

A seven-year period of darkness begins.

On that day, Olliegarde was full of grand festivals, and this small mountain village was naturally a joyful and lively scene.Hollow colored wind lanterns extend from every household along the streets and paths to the distance. There are shoulder to shoulder crowds of men, women, old and children dressed in bright colors, each holding a red candle in their hands, accompanied by fresh flowers swayed by the residents on the roof. Singing and dancing, they gather at the temple on the mountain.

The slightly swaying lanterns in the gentle night wind and the swaying candles in their hands reflected on their excited and joyful faces, and everyone's cheeks radiated a faint red light.

The residents of the small village at the foot of the mountain came to the temple one after another, and the ceremony was also being prepared in an orderly manner in the temple. Arvin was wearing his priestly attire, sitting contentedly in the temple alone, proud and proud.His twelve assistants are setting up a bonfire in the middle of the open space in front of the temple. Each of them has to put on a mask, wear white inside and black outside, and wait until the crowd gathers to sing the song of sacrifice—they are then Time for a show.

Today is a memorable day that ushers in darkness. Samael certainly never forgot the day.

No one can deny that there is a person who chooses to cut earthworms longitudinally in the first place-Samael attacked his mother with the iron hoop on the top of the barrel, and after confirming that her wounds were fatal, stepped out of the dungeon door-he never had Such a peaceful moment.

Therefore, when the expectant crowd stepped onto the last step, what they saw was blood red.They were dumbfounded and speechless, and then ran away screaming like any ordinary person.

The crimson blood comes from the innocent first-time residents with scattered limbs, from the terrified twelve assistant priests who are dying, and from the priest Arvin who cut his throat and died in a pool full of blood.

A young man in a black robe stood in front of the pool.He raised his head slightly, staring at the dark, pure, empty sky with his bright yellow pupils, without saying a word.

"Let's go."

"……Who are you?"

"your teacher."

"I don't know you. I haven't met you," he said. "You're not my teacher."

"Just like someone was born to be a king and someone was born to be a commoner, you were born to be my student and my heir."

"...So when I was born, I should bear these sufferings?"

"It is you who deserve this suffering, that is why you were born human."

"No one sees me as a human being."

"You don't have to be human. Remember, you are my student." The man immersed in the darkest shadow whispered, "My name is Oswald."

The young man with frosty eyes stared at the man for a while, then stretched out his pale hands to him.

He passed out.

There is no need to dwell on the many years of getting along with Samael and Oswald. Samael’s childhood experience destined them not to have a normal teacher-student relationship. Oswald is more like taming him than teaching him. However, it is really hard to see that a poisonous snake that has been abused by humans is as docile as a cat and dog at home. The dawn of success.

He is treacherous and suspicious, he is a fog, the unsolvable Knot of Gerdios.If you are committed to exploring his true thoughts, it is like chasing a fish that was once released in the vast sea.

Even though Oswald had raised Samael himself, even though Samael treated him with respect and affection, he still had doubts.But he couldn't help caring for Samael and working hard for him willingly.

As the true god of Olliegarde, what Oswald is in charge of is feared by other elves and monsters, so he disappeared through the extensive war caused by him-he avoided the killing of other gods, and he did not have the idea of ​​​​avoiding Samael .

Oswald had never felt so vulnerable.He never wavered or panicked no matter how thrilling the catastrophe of life and death was, but he flinched from the students he had single-handedly supported.

Ridiculous.he thinks.

He is getting weak.His reason is not enough to support his emotions.

But he may be very grateful for it in his heart.This point is not clear even to himself.

There was only one thing he was sure of.If he appeared in front of Samael again, he would be met with deadly venom.

The author has something to say: it's never too hard to make things up.

☆、Chapter14Nexus connection

"If you can't pull me out of the mud, then we don't have to hold hands." Samael once said, "You are not responsible for everything you tame."

"I am neither disappointed nor resentful. If I don't want you to suffer heart-pounding pain, then why should I choose to resent you? I'm not like weak guys, they are just vicious dogs who do nothing but let My heart is burning in flames. If I choose to hate you, you will know."

"In life, there must always be a moment to enjoy solitude." Oswald rubbed his fingertips stained with the smell of medicine, and set foot on the land of Olliegarde again.

Ludnan's underground vein was destroyed.

Even though Throne tried his best to support it, he could not stand alone under the joint destruction of the gods. If there is no real god to reconstruct the context, the fall of Olliegarde, which is still alive, is inevitable.

In this way, without Oswald, all the secrets will return to secrets... The perfect result, everyone is happy, they can use war to shuffle the priesthood again without any scruples, even if they fail, the benefits they can get are no worse than now .

"We're all a bunch of wretches," sighed Oswald, "a bunch of lowly fellows with power and emotion. We're just agents after all, pawns on a chessboard. The game never needs players, There's never been a win or a loss—everyone is a prisoner."

"Winter is coming."

At dusk and dawn in Olliegarde, under the twinkling stars of Ludnan, Samael walked slowly and silently behind him, staying on the left side close to the heart, as always.

"Beautiful and silent winter."

"Yes." A small, fleeting smile appeared on Oswald's face, "Tired...winter yearning for, Samael."

They silently watched the clouds in the sky gradually brighten from dark purple to orange red and golden yellow.

Montais emerged from the horizon again, driving away the few hours of gloom, and bringing light and heat, many cursed, to the people of Olliegarde.

"You and I, all these years, have wanted to find answers. Some we knew we could find, and others, we searched for the possibility of answering them in the passage of time. But I don't want it now, Master."

Oswald looked back, Samael's face looked unreal, hard and cold in the light, but what the facial features showed was inner anxiety, confusion and dependence.

He is more of a child.Cold and hard shell and soft and poisonous inside.

"Don't look at me like that, teacher." Samael made a covering motion with his right hand, he no longer showed the warning and attacking smile in front of others, and smiled normally with his lips pursed, "I don't have tears. It flows from my body Only blood ever comes out."

"When you plant roses, you have to bear the danger of being hurt by thorns. I am full of thorns and pain. I am dangerous. I help them plot against you, teacher. I know you don't care."

Samael reached out to touch the back of Oswald's hand.

"I pursue you. I have no goal, you are the best. Your strength lures me to pursue you. You become a beast." Samael said, "I never give up my goal of devouring myself."

"These pasts no longer exist, teacher. Even now, they will lose... meaning."

"Winter is the beginning of a breakdown. It's a beautiful beginning and a beautiful end. It's true for everyone."

"I won't ask any more questions. Perhaps death is for the best."

Samael lost interest in talking.

He closed his eyes, coiled up his body with fine scales in his imagination, and immersed himself in the long sleep before the beginning of winter, and never woke up again.

Warm and gentle light spread all over his body.

That was... the warm body temperature felt by being soothed by fingers when he broke out of his shell and gained a new life.

"Maybe death is the best ending."

The author has something to say: Although he said so in the end, Samael is selfish, stupid, paranoid, and pessimistic, but even if the world is destroyed and Oswald dies ten thousand times, he will not seek his own death.