demon godfather

"Come down," said Abaddon.

Dominique didn't seem to hear him, and just rolled off the horse in accordance with the instinctive movements of his body.The ghost horse stamped its hooves and nearly kicked Dominic in the head.

Abaddon took Dominic up to the high mountain in the center of the capital, and now they were standing at the gate of a certain palace on the mountain.Compared with other buildings in the capital, this palace is relatively well preserved, and there are guards in black armor guarding the gate.The guards bowed their heads in salute to the Lord of Hell, and a diminutive, ape-like demon emerged from the shadows of the palace and led Abaddon's ghostly horse.Nightmare sniffed the air and turned into a cloud of black smoke, melting into Abaddon's shadow.

Dominic sat on the ground and refused to move.Abaddon picked up his collar and dragged him into the palace.The corridors in the palace were deep and complicated, and there seemed to be something peeping in the shadows, whispering, and Abaddon's footsteps echoed in the building, forming an empty echo.

"Where are you taking me?" Dominique tried to break free, but failed.

"Don't worry, I won't treat you badly." Abaddon's feet felt windy, and he didn't delay for a moment. "You are my 'honored guest', so naturally you should enjoy grand treatment."

Wouldn't it be to put me in a dungeon for torture?Dominique thought in horror.

It was a good thing Abaddon didn't have that grace.He stuffed Dominic into a comfortably furnished room, and casually pointed to the tables, chairs and beds: "You will live here from now on, and you are not allowed to go anywhere without my permission."

Before Dominic could protest, he slammed the door.Dominic chased after him, opened the door and looked out, only to see the wolf-shaped Mire squatting in the shadow of the corridor, grinning at him.

He closed the door silently.

How can this be done.He was distraught.He was imprisoned physically by Abaddon, with no hope of escape.Usually when encountering such a situation, Chris is responsible for making suggestions, but Chris is not around now, not just "now", and they may never see each other again.

As for what Abaddon had said about the Godfather, he didn't believe a word...well, most of it.He believes that the real body of the godfather is Mephisto, the Grand Duke of Hell, and he also believes that he has performed a "black baptism" on them, but he will never believe those nonsense about the lamb and the end... Well, he tends to Yu do not believe.If possible, he wanted to find the godfather and ask him face to face.But now there is no chance.He is in hell, and the godfather is in the human world. Even if the godfather returns to hell and is under the influence of Abaddon, it will be difficult for them to meet.

With his back against the door, he slid on the floor, hugging his knees, trembling uncontrollably.In the middle of this hell, in the abandoned palace, what is waiting for him?Even if Abaddon were to throw him into the lava pool, he would not be so afraid.What he fears is the "unknown" itself...

"cough."

Suddenly there was a cough from the fireplace in the room.

Dominic was startled, and retreated to the opposite direction of the fireplace with hands and feet.There were no coals or logs in the fireplace, and it looked as though it hadn't had a flame in thousands of years (there was one in Dominique's house, and it was never lit, just for decoration).

It was not an illusion just now.he thought uneasily.There's someone...something in the fireplace.Otherwise, he has gone crazy and has psychotic symptoms such as auditory hallucinations.

"Cough cough cough."

Another cough came from the fireplace.

Dominic looked around, trying to find something to defend himself against, but Abaddon left him nothing.After thinking about it, he had no choice but to grab the pillow on the bed and put it on his chest, as if holding a shield.

"Who!" he asked courageously.

There was a rustle in the fireplace.After a while, a muffled voice came out: "Oh? Is someone there? Great, can you help me, I seem to be stuck."

Is this some fireplace goblin?Dominic thought hard.There seem to be similar genies in Europe, which lure victims into their lairs by falsely claiming that they need help.Is there a similar hearth goblin in hell?They hid in the fireplace, pretended they were stuck and needed help, and the victims fell for it, reached out to help them, and the hearth leprechaun bit off their hand...

"Oh no, no, I fixed it myself - woo!"

Something heavy fell from the chimney into the fireplace, raising a cloud of dust.

"Damn it, I fell to my death, ahem, ahem, these demons don't know how to clean up the dust in the fireplace..."

Complaining, the man climbed out of the fireplace, dusted himself off, and after realizing that nothing could be done, he had to wipe his hands on his dirty clothes.

"Hi." He greeted Dominique casually, as if they were college roommates.

Dominic hugged the pillow, with some hope: "Are you Santa Claus?"

"Are you ten years old and still believe in Santa Claus?" asked the man who fell from the fireplace.

"Oh... so you are a chimney cleaner." Dominique thought to himself that hell is really backward, and it is still necessary to clean chimneys manually. In our world, it has long been mechanized—no, no, chimneys and fireplaces are no longer used in many places in the world !

"Then you are the maid in charge of patting the pillow fluffy?"

Dominique looked at the pillow in his hand and threw it back on the bed in embarrassment.

"My name is Dominique Montale, and I'm... well, human."

The man who had fallen from the fireplace gave him an odd look.His face was so dark that his eyes were astonishingly white.

"Me too, what a coincidence," he said. "My name is Werner Welf. My hands are covered in ashes, so I won't shake your hand—"

"Who are you?!" Dominic screamed.

"... Werner Welf. Why, it's for your own good that I don't shake hands with you. Why are you making such a fuss?"

Dominic pointed at his nose: "You are the businessman who sold the black boat to Abby!"

"I am indeed a businessman, and I have done a lot of business in my life. Which one are you talking about?"

Dominique explained incoherently: "It's the black ship model, the Franklin expedition one, black, with the power of the famine knight, Benjamin Tristan still painted it in the painting, you sold it to Abby..."

Werner Welf scratched his chin, inadvertently brushing more dust onto his face. "I seem to remember, a ship model made from the wreck of the 'Erebus', right? I sold it to... oh, yes, to Albert Morrison from some pharmaceutical company."

"That's right! Albert is Abby! You really sold the black ship to her!"

"So what? I'm a businessman, and I sell when someone buys."

"Why are you here!" Dominic demanded, "If you are just a businessman, why are you in hell, still on Abaddon's territory?"

Werner shrugged: "That's a long story. Abaddon was sealed in a magic book before, you know? I accidentally sold the magic book to a magician who just happened to be able to unseal it. As a result, Abaddon regained his freedom. He was afraid that I would sell something that would be unfavorable to him, so he treated me to hell as a guest... What kind of expression do you have? People who don't know think I'm sexually harassing you ..."

"So..." Dominic's eyes straightened, "The one who sold the Grimoire to Scott... was you the fuck?!"

"Huh?" Werner was puzzled.

Dominique grabbed the pillow, threw himself at Werner, and threw it down hard on his face. For a moment, feathers flew around the room like a pajama party scene.

"Half of where I am today is your fault! Give me a pillow!"