demon godfather

He would sit in a corner of the coffee shop every day, order a cup of coffee, hold a book in his hand, sometimes it was cybernetics, sometimes communication theory, and then he would do nothing, just sit there, pretending to be intoxicated by the book.

In fact, he didn't even read half a word.What really fascinated him was the girl sitting at the other end of the cafe.The girl has flaming red hair.She would come to the café from time to time, always sitting there, either writing a paper or reading a book.So he would stand his book on the table, and stare at her secretly over the top edge of the book.If their eyes happened to meet in the air, he would look away nonchalantly, pretending to look at the wall clock on the wall behind the girl.

"Your coffee," said the waiter, placing a cup of coffee on the table.

"I didn't order..." He said hurriedly, and then found that there was a delicate garland floating on the surface of the coffee liquid, and the pattern was actually the girl who made him dream.

"This cup is my treat." The waiter smiled.

He covered the coffee cup with his face flushed, as if he was afraid that the latte art would be seen by others.

"Why don't you go talk to her?" the waiter asked.

"I..." He stammered, "That's too abrupt, she will treat me as a pervert..."

"You can find a topic to chat with her." The waiter said, "The topics that girls like, such as constellations, divination." He pouted his mouth in the direction of the girl.There are several hardcover tomes on the girl's table, "Or don't talk about those, just talk and ask for her phone number."

"It's too abrupt..." He had a fever on his face.

The waiter shook his head regretfully and left.After a while, he appeared at the girl's table with another cup of coffee.

"Your coffee."

The girl put down the book in her hand in surprise: "I didn't order this."

The waiter pointed at him and said, "The gentleman over there delivered it."

He stood up with a "hula", almost overturned the table, and felt like a clown on the stage for a moment, under the spotlight, and everyone was waiting to see him make a fool of himself.At a loss, he walked up to the girl like a wind-up little man, and stammered, "Well, hello, I...Actually, I..."

The girl tilted her head to look at him, and burst out laughing.She covered her mouth with her hands, her eyes narrowed into crescent moon dresses. "This is not a bar, why do you bring people to buy drinks?"

His face became even redder, "I, I didn't mean to..."

"If you want to strike up a conversation with me, why don't you just say so?"

He scratched his head, not knowing what to say.

"My name is Norma, how about you?"

He never dreamed that he would have the opportunity to learn her name.For a moment, it was as if a ray of light from heaven pierced the dark clouds and illuminated his world.

"My name is Samuel," he said.

A year and nine months later, Samuel reappeared in the café.There were no customers at this time, and the waiter was mopping the floor.

"Hi," he said.

The waiter leaned on a mop and looked at him like a knight: "It's you."

Samuel smiled shyly.

"sit down."

Samuel quickly shook his hand, "No, no, don't sit down, I'm here to give you this."

He handed a bronzing pink invitation letter to the waiter.The waiter wiped his hands and took the invitation.

"Are you going to marry Norma?"

"Yes!" Samuel nodded excitedly, "I want to invite you to the wedding."

"Oh, of course I would."

"I also want to invite you to be my best man."

The waiter raised his eyebrows: "Generally speaking, the best man should find the groom's best friend."

Samuel shrugged: "If it wasn't for you, I probably wouldn't have the courage to talk to Norma for the rest of my life."

"You're welcome, I just like the beauty of adults."

"You promised?"

The waiter smiled: "How can I refuse such a good thing?"

A year and two months later, the hospital.

Samuel held the baby, rocking it gently.The door of the ward opened, and the waiter poked his head in: "Can I come in?"

"Of course," he said.

"Hi Norma." The waiter greeted Norma who was lying on the hospital bed and had just given birth.Noah smiled and took his hand, "We're going to quarrel about naming the child."

"You've been arguing about this for nine months," the waiter pointed out mercilessly.

"I wanted to name the child my grandfather's name, and then use 'Samuel' as the middle name, but he won't do it." Noah looked at her husband reproachfully, "He said he wanted to use your name as the child's middle name."

"Really? That's a weird name."

"What's the matter," Samuel said, "Is it weird that I use my best friend's name as my son's middle name?"

The waiter held out his hand, and he handed the baby in his arms to his friend.

"I think it's better to forget it." The waiter patted the baby's back softly while shaking his body.The baby clicked his mouth, his eyes were tightly closed, and there was a smell of milk on his body. "Just name the baby what Norma said. I'm already the godfather of the baby, so I'm satisfied." He turned to the baby and asked teasingly, "Are you right, Scott Sey?" Muir Singer?"

Scott opened his eyes to find himself lying on a cot, shirtless, gauze wrapped around his shoulders, and a blanket covering his bare chest.It was pitch black all around, and I couldn't see anything.

"Godfather?" he asked hesitantly. "Wolfgang? Is anyone there?"

"FiatLux. [Note]" A deep voice sounded in the darkness.

A small golden light bulb lights up on the ceiling.Scott was blinded by the sudden light.He wiped away tears from the sting and felt a hand lightly resting on his chest.

"Scott, are you okay?" It was the godfather's voice.

"How long have I been unconscious?" he asked hoarsely.

"Three hours."

Not too long.Scott thought.He was hit by a weird crossbow arrow, and he thought that his life would definitely be lost, but he woke up after only three hours.

"Where are we?"

"In that shop."

Scott lowered his hands over his eyes.By this time he had basically adapted to the light.They were indeed in an airtight room with closed doors and windows, but it was not like a "shop".There are no shelves or anything in the room, some clutter is piled up in the corner, and a car is parked in the middle (someone parked the car in the shop!), the trunk of the car is open, and their luggage is in it , Beren in human form (in his suit) is walking between the car and the corner clutter, stuffing bags of food and weapons into the trunk.The cot he was lying on was next to the back door of the shop.The godfather knelt beside the bed.

"How did you open the door afterwards?" he asked.

"I transformed Beren into human form and opened the door with him."

"You should have done this earlier," Scott muttered.

"Can you get up?"

Scott nodded.The godfather supported his back and helped him sit up.Scott's shoulder hurt like hell when he moved it, and he wouldn't be surprised if his arm fell off his body now.

Wolfgang helped him into the car and fastened his seat belt.After Belen filled the trunk to the brim, the godfather opened the shutter door of the shop.It was still night outside, but it was darker than when they first got here.

"This car, and all the food and weapons in the store," Scott said, as the godfather pulled the car out of the store and onto the street, "you prepared it."

"Yes." Wolfgang replied curtly.

Scott bowed his head and said nothing.Beren dozed off and curled up on the back seat in the sleeping dog position.

"When I was in a coma, I had a dream." Scott leaned against the window glass, looking at his own reflection on the glass, "I dreamed of my parents."

"You remember them?"

Scott didn't answer him, but continued on his own: "You were also in that dream, you knew my parents a long time ago, didn't you?"

"I'm your godfather, so why don't you know your parents?"

"I mean, you knew them before they knew each other." Scott recalled the scene in his dream, the coffee shop, Wolfgang who worked in the shop, and the general manager. It was a man and a woman sitting in a corner of a coffee shop, looking at each other but not daring to approach. "It was you who made their acquaintance. You had already prepared, didn't you? Just like this car. You were afraid that someone would chase you, so you had already prepared the tools to escape. But you never told us, even Didn't even mention it. You've been like this since ages ago, huh? You're making 'keys', so you match men and women of either angelic or demonic blood, just like breeding animals and waiting for them to have babies... "

"Enough!" the godfather interrupted him.

"Did my parents really die in a traffic accident?" Scott asked quietly.

Wolfgang turned to stare at him, gray eyes full of horror. "What the hell question is this? You suspect me of murdering your parents?"

"Can I still believe your words? How many things do you keep from me?" Scott didn't dare to go to see the godfather, so he could only pretend to look at the night scene flying by outside the window.He lived quietly and steadily for so many years, thinking that such golden days would last forever, but in just a few days, everything he believed in fell apart.He wants to cry.He felt the wound hurt.

"No more." Wolfgang said in a deep voice, "no more, my child."

【Note】Latin: let there be light.