demon godfather

Scott feels like he has a stalker.

This morning, he was standing on the balcony of the hotel room basking in the sun while brushing his teeth as usual, when he noticed a young man in a black windbreaker standing in the shade of the trees downstairs.It was strange enough to wear an airtight windbreaker in this sunny weather, but the young man was actually carrying a saber on his back! Cosplay is not so exaggerated, right?

The young man stared at Scott on the balcony without moving.At first Scott thought he was looking at a pot of roses in full bloom on the balcony, and Scott was standing just behind the pot.In order to verify his conjecture, he moved a few steps in the opposite direction of the rose flower, and as expected, the young man's head also turned, like a sunflower—of course, Scott is a sun, and he is a sunflower.

Damn stalker!Scott thought nervously.This is the first time I've met a live stalker in my age!The TV is right, the stalker is really scary!Look at his outfit, and that knife... What if he cuts me with a knife?

According to the thinking of normal people, the police or the hotel staff should be called for help now, but Scott is not a normal person. He spit out the toothbrush, simply rinsed his mouth (all the mouthwash was spit in the flowerpot), rolled up The sleeves revealed the weird tattoos on both arms, and then jumped out from the balcony railing, while urging the power of the tattoos on the arms.All of a sudden, a wind barrier rose from the flat ground for no reason, slowing down Scott's fall and allowing him to land safely.

As soon as his feet touched the ground, Scott immediately switched the form of the magic flowing in the tattoo symbol.The rising wind barriers around turned into a gust of wind blade, and hit the black-clothed boy directly. The gust of wind was so strong that the grass where it passed was pressed into a half-moon shape.

The boy's pupils shrank suddenly, but he didn't dodge. At the moment when the wind blade approached him, he unsheathed his saber and gently blocked it against the wind blade. The wind blade immediately turned into thousands of tiny strands. The wind blows past the edge of the blade and dissipates.

Scott was startled.Who is this young man who broke through his invisible wind blade so easily?Such a formidable enemy actually came here to be a stalker?

"Who are you? What is your purpose?" Scott asked sharply. At the same time, another wind barrier formed in front of him to block the young man's possible offensive.

The young man raised his head and asked arrogantly, "Mi Chong, where is my master?"

"... Rice, rice worm?" Scott was taken aback.

"Why don't I change my name to - the old man?"

"Are you... calling me?"

"Otherwise, who else can I call you? An idler."

Scott pointed at the boy's nose angrily: "Who the hell are you? How dare you speak to me in this tone?"

"I am Watzhelic Poo Sanfrico Mollianstiel de Walterbelen."

"...Who are you?!"

The young man looked at him with pity: "I never thought you would suffer from Alzheimer's disease at such a young age." He shook his head regretfully.

"I...you fucking dare to say it again?"

"I'm a dog."

Scott was completely dumbfounded.What is the situation?This guy whose name looks like the handkerchief in a magician's pocket was arrogant and contemptuous of him one second, why did he suddenly admit that he is a dog the next second...?Wait, wait a minute, he probably doesn't mean "dog" in "that sense", but literally, he's just a normal kind of... dog?

"I see! You are our family's... dog!"

He removed the wind barrier around him, and Beren also sheathed his sword.

"I never knew our dog could...become a human..." Scott looked at the dog with complicated emotions.The Godfather's house, he thought, was Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, the seemingly ordinary mirror was a cursed witch's mirror, and the seemingly ordinary dog ​​(well, not so ordinary, Scott had never seen such a bohemian love freedom dog) can fucking turn into a human... what else is he hiding?Could it be that the broken car he was driving was an Autobot?

"That... you... you're back?" Scott recalled the story of the dog's disappearance.None of their family, nor Dominique's witcher boyfriend, remembered having a dog until many days later, on an entirely unrelated occasion, that the godfather remembered it mentally, causing Scott to now feel a little embarrassed about the dog.

"Dominique asked me to go home first. Where is the master?" Beren asked.

"He was in the nearby woods preparing for the casting ceremony."

"Casting?"

"The inside story is a bit complicated, I will tell you later."

"Take me to see the master."

Wolfgang found a spacious and flat place in the woods outside the town, which could not only hide from people's eyes and eyes, but also have enough space.He had been busy in the woods all night before, and hadn't been back to the hotel at all.

When Scott led the dog to find him, he erected a wooden plank about the height of a person in the center of the open space, and there was a hole the size of a princess hand mirror on the wooden plank at the height of a person's head.

"Ah, Scott, you're here, I was just about to call you. You go to the Smithson's in my car and pick up Sam." Wolfgang unhooked a bunch of keys from his belt, threw to Scott.Then he opened his arms and greeted Beren behind Scott in a friendly manner, "Welcome home, Lord de Walter Beren!"

"Master," Beren bowed respectfully to Wolfgang, almost kneeling on one knee and kissing the back of his hand, "I'm back."

Scott stared at the two of them in disgust: "What a dog's eyes look down on people! Why is his attitude towards me so different from his attitude towards you!"

While stroking the dog's head kindly, Wolfgang said to Scott: "Who told you not to give birth all day long, just stay at home and eat free food, even the dog looks down on you."

"I...! You still beat and scold the dog all day long! What right do you have to call yourself the master!"

"Lord de Walterberen, have I ever beaten or scolded you?"

"The master is indeed very angry sometimes, but I am used to it. Also, the master can call me Beren."

Scott turned around silently: "I'll pick up Sam."

Wolfgang waved to him: "Go and come back quickly, if you dare to crash my car, I will burn your magic book."

"tyrant!"

Sam is eager to try the ritual of lifting the curse, but he is very worried.When he arrived at the clearing in the forest, he solemnly presented a letter to Wolfgang with both hands: "Mr. Schiller, this is my suicide note. If I die unfortunately, please be sure to give it to my mother..."

Wolfgang tore the letter into pieces with a smile on his face: "No."

Sam looks like he's about to pee his pants.

Wolfgang handed Sam the witch's mirror, which was wrapped tightly with a thick cloth. "You take the mirror and stand on the other side of the board." Wolfgang pointed him, "Don't move yet, listen to my order, and when I say yes, you can take off the cloth and look in the mirror. At this time, there is It will reflect your appearance. You have to observe carefully, and when you in the mirror show unusual behaviors, such as looking at other places and making strange expressions—that is, when it "comes to life", you will The mirror is aligned with the hole in the plank."

Sam nodded repeatedly.

Wolfgang handed Scott another mirror.The mirror was plain and unpretentious, far less refined and elegant than the Witch's Mirror. It looked like the kind of mirror you could buy for two dollars in a thrift store on the street.

"Scott, you take this mirror and stand on the other side of the board, aiming the mirror at the hole in the wall. Get closer and make sure the mirror doesn't shine on anyone else. Cover the mirror with this cloth first, and wait I said it's ok, and you will uncover the cloth."

In the end, he told Belen: "I will stand behind Scott, and you will stand beside him. If something unusual happens, just swing your knife and chop."

Scott yelled, "What if I get cut?"

Beren stroked the handle of the saber: "I'm very cautious, I won't cut you."

"Your words are not convincing at all!"

Everyone took their positions, Sam was holding the magic mirror and stood on one side of the board, Wolfgang, Scott and Belen stood on the other side, Scott was holding the cloth-covered mirror with both hands, and pressed it against the wall. Hole.

"Okay, Sam, you can start looking in the mirror," Wolfgang ordered.

From the other side of the planks came the rustling of the cloth being pulled back.

Scott held the mirror, hands aching.He whispered to the godfather: "Is there any significance to such a ceremony? How long will it take?"

"You can't lift anymore? You've stayed at home for too long, lack of exercise..."

"I'll just ask!" Scott gritted his teeth and continued to hold the mirror.

After more than ten minutes, Sam's voice came from the other side of the plank: "It's moving! The image in the mirror, it...it's smiling! Oh my god, it's so creepy!"

"Sam, point the mirror at the hole!"

"Ok!"

Wolfgang gave another order to Scott: "Take off the cloth on the mirror!"

Scott held the mirror in one hand, and lifted the thick cloth covering the mirror with the other.Suddenly, the mirror vibrated, as if something had bumped into it head-on.He had to drop the cloth and take each end of the mirror with both hands to hold it steady.He could feel the mirror shaking slightly, as if something was rampaging inside.

"hold onto!"

Wolfgang put a hand on Scott's shoulder.

"There's something in the mirror!" Scott exclaimed in horror. "Come on, Godfather, it looks like it's going to come out!"

A deep voice came from behind Scott, chanting words that no one could understand.He recognized that it belonged to Wolfgang, but the tone was very different from his usual speech.It is weird and mysterious, with rhythms and rhythms, sometimes sonorous, sometimes hoarse, reminding Scott of the strange incantation sound of ancient magicians holding secret ceremonies against the moonlight in the silent night.

He listened carefully for a while, and found that the godfather seemed to be repeating the same words.Gradually, he seemed to be able to understand what the godfather was saying.The words of those incantations flowed in his blood as if from birth, and if he heard them long enough, they would rise from the rush of blood, wake up from his long sleep, and teach him their meaning.

"What is trapped will eventually be trapped."

"From nothing, to nothing."

"Things that do not belong to this world will leave this world. What is created will eventually be destroyed."

"Peeled, bonded again; separated, become one."

"I order you to give up everything and return to yourself!"

Wolfgang repeated these incantations several times, until the mirror suddenly stopped shaking.

"Sam, throw away the mirror!"

"What?" asked Sam, on the other side of the board, puzzled.

"Throw away the mirror! Quick!"

As soon as Sam gave it away, the magic mirror fell into the soft soil under his feet.The hole in the wall was facing his face, and on the other side of the hole was the mirror in Scott's hand. Now, from the hole, he saw his own face reflected in the mirror in Scott's hand.

Something gushed out of the mirror, rushing into his body like a raging flood.Sam couldn't help but took a few steps back, sat down on the ground, clutched his chest and kept panting.Something hit his heart so hard it nearly stopped beating, but he pulled through.

Wolfgang went around the plank and came up to the boy. "Are you OK?"

Sam nodded: "I'm... not bad. Where's the mirror? Curse lifted?"

Wolfgang picked up the magic mirror on the ground and handed it to Sam.The young man was surprised to find that the mirror surface was blurred, as if it had been scratched by something, and could no longer reflect the human figure.Scott also appeared from the other side of the plank, pointed his own mirror at Sam, and motioned him to see how it was doing—that mirror was the same, completely worn out, and could no longer see.

"The curse has been lifted. You are safe, Sam." Wolfgang patted the young man on the shoulder, extended his hand in a friendly manner, and pulled him up, "Go home. Remember, don't take it carelessly in the future It's yours."

"I swear I'll never dare Mr. Schiller again!"

Scott knew that Sam's oath came from the heart and sincerity.

The author has something to say: Everyone in the eyes of a dog:

Wolfgang - the owner in the long menopause

Dominic - lovely little master

Chris - a strange bipedal creature in rut that stalks its little master

Scott——Another little master, a weakling who does nothing to produce and eats for free