demon godfather

Dominic sat up in bed.

He just sat there, staring at the gray wall in front of him.The walls were bland and unattractive, but for a moment he couldn't think of anything to do but "stare at the wall."

After about 5 minutes, his brain started to work slowly like a shut down engine being turned on again.He remembered that he had died, had the misfortune of being smashed in the middle of the burning fire, and then the Death Knight had appeared before him, promising him a chance at resurrection that he had honored not so long ago by fighting the Plague Knight. acquired.He gave up the chance of resurrection to his boyfriend Chris, and he just went to hell.

He looked around and found himself lying on a hospital bed, wearing a green hospital gown with straps, with many wire patches attached to his skin, and an infusion needle stuck in the back of his hand.The hospital bed is located in a not-so-large room, similar to an ordinary ward, except that there are no windows and there is a ventilation hole in the corner of the ceiling.The rest of the room is as dull as the gray walls directly ahead, only a vase of flowers on the bedside table gives the place some life.

where is this place?he thinks.Am I still in hell?Could it be that Abaddon took me back?

Speaking of what he saw on his trip to Hell, Dominique began to doubt his memory a little bit at this point.Is that world full of fire and brimstone, the majestic city gates, decaying palaces, and majestic dragon bones real, or is it just his dream?If that's true, he ended up jumping into the "crack" connecting the world, and he should appear in a busy street with black market dealer Werner Welf, not in a dreary ward.If it was fake and it was all a dream, then it would be too real, too logical...

He pulled out the patches and needles on his body, jumped out of the hospital bed, and tightened the belt of the hospital gown (he didn't wear anything except the hospital gown, and he always felt cold in his lower body).The door of the ward was closed tightly. He tried to push and pull, but he couldn't open it.

"Let me out!" He slammed on the door.However, the door stood still, only his hand hurt.

"Abadon! Let me out you bastard! Scumbag!"

After scolding, he felt something was wrong again.It wasn't necessarily Abaddon who imprisoned him.If he really escaped from Hell, he should have joined Werner, but not now, so is it possible that Werner imprisoned him?

Just as he was about to change the object of his curse to Werner, the door slid open to both sides with a "squeak".Dominic rolled his eyes.It wasn't Werner standing outside the door, and of course it wasn't Abaddon, but a man he had never met.Look at his face and his white hair and beard. He is probably in his late 40s. Wearing glasses, suits and leather shoes, he looks like an elite lawyer.

"I'm so glad to see you alive and well, Monsieur Montale," said the Elite Lawyer.

Dominic backed away warily.Now he will never trust others easily again, who knows if the other party is a devil or a black market businessman with no conscience.

"What is this place?" he asked. "Why am I here? And who are you?"

"There are so many questions, we have to answer them one by one, and I'm afraid I can't give you the perfect answers to some of them. We must find out the truth together." The "elite lawyer" said politely.

"Who wants to find the truth with you!"

"Don't you even wonder what happened to you?"

Dominic stared at him without saying a word.

The "elite lawyer" waved his hand to the door: "Let's talk as we go. I'm sorry that I didn't prepare clothes, shoes and socks for you. You have to go barefoot for a while. Because you don't need those things for a long time... But outside, Trust us to find something that suits you. Or would you rather stay here, wait for the clothes to arrive, get dressed before leaving?"

Dominic is not good at judging the current situation and then quickly analyzing and making choices. This has always been Chris' job.But now he had to learn to do it.He is alone now, knows nothing, is locked in a small room, not to mention a weapon, and does not even have a decent piece of clothing on him. Given two options for him, he can only choose one of them, and then consider the way to get out.He felt that "going outside with 'the lawyer'" had a better chance of escaping than "staying in the room and waiting for the clothes to arrive".Although he doesn't know what's going on outside, he has to try.

"I'll go with you," he said.

"Elite Lawyer" nodded in satisfaction, and invited Dominic to join him.After leaving the ward, they entered a deep and narrow corridor.The smell of disinfectant is everywhere, as if this is really a hospital.At the end of the corridor stood another door.

"You haven't answered my question yet," Dominique said. "Where is this place? Why am I here? Who are you? Also, I added a new one, where are we going?"

"Let me start with a question I'm 100% sure of," said Elite Lawyer. "My name is Paul, which is not my real name, of course."

"Then what's the use of saying that!" Dominic yelled, wondering why this man was so dishonest and told him his real name after a long time.

"This is my Christian name. It's only called by people close to me. I don't tell them about others."

"...Do I still have to thank you for your face?"

"Or would you prefer to call me by my alias? In our organization, we often use these aliases to refer to each other, like code names. My alias is 'Philip Marlowe', as you probably know, he is the famous... "

Dominic nearly jumped to the ceiling. "It's you!" he said excitedly, "You're that...a screwdriver without bitterness!"

Philip Marlowe—Paul—smiled wryly: "You seem to know the allusion well."

"Chris told me to call 'Philip Marlowe' when in trouble, and the code word was 'a screwdriver with no bitters'..." Dominique blinked, "My God, you're... ...You are the president of the Demon Hunters Association?! Then I am now—”

They had just come to the end of the corridor.Paul pushed open the door, and the bright sunlight instantly poured into the dark corridor.Dominique involuntarily covered his eyes to avoid the light. He stayed in the dark for too long, and it was difficult for his eyes to adapt to the strong light for a while.He felt that he was about to become a vampire, and he had to dodge when he encountered the sun.

After about 1 minute, he dared to peep out through his fingers.They left the corridor and came to a spacious semi-circular hall, with spiral staircases on both sides, the corridor connecting the wards behind, and the curved wall in front... No, there is no wall, the so-called "wall" is a circle Floor-to-ceiling windows arranged in an arc provide excellent lighting.Dominic dared not go any further, but Paul pointed to the French windows encouragingly.

Dominique mustered up his courage, thinking that he couldn't push me down the stairs, and slid to the window with small, slow steps. His bare feet could feel the coldness of the marble floor.

The view in front of the window is excellent, and when you look up, you will feel a sense of openness.Their buildings surround green lawns dotted with manicured bushes and a white marble fountain carved into the shape of an angel holding a water bottle.Dominique estimated their floors at the height of the fifth or sixth floor, depending on the size of the fountain.

The lawn was certainly not empty—some children were playing, and adults were watching; some patients, like Dominique, in green uniforms, walked along geometric paths, or sat in wheelchairs being pushed by white-coated nurses. walk.Just looking at this peaceful and pleasant scene, uninformed people would think this is an ordinary hospital or nursing home.Maybe it also has the function of a hospital, but Dominic knows that it is more than that.

"Now, I can answer another question of yours." Paul appeared beside Dominic at some point, and together he looked at the lawn and the people on the lawn below, "This building is circular from a top view, There is a spiral staircase in the east and west, built around the elevator, so some people call it the 'Spiral Tower'. It is one of the association's shelters, the earliest shelter established, and it is also the headquarters of the Demon Hunters Association." He Zhang Open your hands and signal the whole building, "Welcome, Dominique Montale, you are back here after 21 years."