demon godfather

He opened his eyes.

The first thing that catches the eye is the unfamiliar ceiling, and what comes into the ear is the unwavering, scripted voice of the news anchor.It took him a long time to figure out what the news was saying.

"...witnesses claimed to have seen a huge object hit the top of the building, followed by an explosion. The military intervened in the investigation... At a press conference this morning, a military spokesman said that the cause of the explosion is under investigation and that terrorist attacks cannot be ruled out possible……"

"Experts from the Bureau of Meteorology issued a public statement, saying that the strange sky phenomenon at night a few days ago was a meteorological anomaly caused by sunspots entering an active period. According to research data, this anomaly will not adversely affect people's regular communications...the greenhouse effect has intensified It may also become an accomplice of abnormal phenomena..."

A big black dog lay beside the bed.Seeing that he was awake, the black dog's ears pricked up and barked.Not long after, the door opened, and a black-haired man with an unfamiliar face walked in.

"Are you awake?" the black-haired man asked in surprise.

He looked at the man suspiciously: "Who are you?"

The dark-haired man was speechless.

He looked around and found that he seemed to be lying in a ward. The sheets and quilts were all white, and there was a vase of flowers on the bedside table. Light up a floor.

"Where is this?" he asked, "Why am I here? Who am I?"

"You really don't remember?" A trace of disappointment flashed across the face of the black-haired man, "Sure enough, as Paul said, you lost all your memories before that day." After finishing speaking, the black-haired man pulled a chair and sat down. in bed.The dog whined, wagged its tail, and rested its chin on the edge of the bed.

He said nervously, "I, I don't remember anything. Did I lose my memory? Was there an accident?"

"Accident? Kind of...that's a long story."

His eyes rolled: "You first tell me who I am and who you are."

The dark-haired man said, "Your name is Dominique Montale. My name is Christian Morrison. This is Belen, your pet." Christian touched the dog's head, and the dog yawned, "We now In the hospital in the Spiral Tower."

"Well... are you my relative?" he asked.Seeing Chris shaking his head, he asked again: "Then we are friends?"

"Better than friends."

"Then we are..." He hesitated, "Very, very good friends?"

Chris rubbed his nose wryly. "You have lost your memory now, so if I tell you this, you may not believe it, or it may be difficult to accept..."

"It's okay, just tell me, I'm calm," he said.

"We are lovers."

The two were relatively speechless.

Chris sighed: "You really don't believe it..."

He quickly waved his hands: "No, no, I'm just, well, I don't seem to be as surprised as I thought."

"is it?"

He smiled embarrassedly: "Because when you came in, I was thinking, my God, this man is so handsome, I have never seen such beautiful eyes." He pulled up the quilt to cover his flushed cheeks.

The dog turned away silently.

In 1 years, the capital of hell has never been so lively.

After the Maharaja returned, nobles from all walks of life from top to bottom rushed to the capital non-stop, scrambling to pay tribute, flatter, and show loyalty, for fear that if he was one step too late, the Maharaja would send a million troops to raz his hometown.

Mephisto was not recognized by anyone when he entered the capital.He has been away for too long, even a demon with a great memory has already thrown his features into the abyss of oblivion.Someone might have recognized his face from the bas-reliefs on the still standing gates, but none of them dared to speak.Everyone knew that Mephisto was the one who betrayed the Maharaja and sealed him in Armageddon, and was also the one who created the "key" and created conditions for the Maharaja to regain his freedom.Is this merit or demerit, or merit and demerit offset?no one knows.Even the majesty didn't say anything, so how can the young people dare to talk about these things?

Mephisto passed through the seven gates of the capital without any hindrance, entered the inner city, walked along the dilapidated streets (now trampled by swarms of people, the roads are even more dilapidated), and boarded the Gao Shan, come to the Maharaja's palace.

Garrisoning the palace are the soldiers and horses of Lord Abaddon of Hell.Long before the maharaja returned, he occupied this place, and now he happened to be close to the water, and volunteered to provide troops to defend the capital for the maharaja.However, his selfishness is also well known, and the soldiers and horses provided now can be returned in the future.His territory has been taken by other lords. As long as the majesty speaks out, he will not be able to recruit an army to help him take the territory down?

"Ah, my friend Mephistopheles, long time no see."

Dressed in fine clothes, Abaddon greeted him vigorously, and pretended to hug Mephisto: "How long has it been since we met? Hundreds of years? Thousands of years? My memory doesn't seem to be very good, why don't you remind me?" one time?"

Mephisto stared at him coldly.

"Why do you look gloomy? The Majesty's return, this is a great event to be celebrated by the whole world, can't you be happier?" Abaddon slapped Mephisto on the back hard enough to make him vomit blood. Mephisto endured it silently.

"Are you going to meet the Maharaja?"

"Has the majesty ever called me for an audience?"

"No. He is busy listening to Belial's ramblings, so he probably won't remember you for a while." Abaddon tilted his head and thought for a while, then said, "He may not calm down yet, so don't go to the fire." It's pouring oil."

"...I didn't intend to do that either."

"Then you want to see the kid?"

"Is he with you?"

"Of course, I took him as soon as he came to Hell."

Mephisto didn't answer immediately, but stared at the ground with a tangled expression, grabbed the corner of his clothes for a while, and said, "Take me there."

Scott is throwing a fit.He took all the teapots and cups on the table and threw them at Abaddon's men, causing them to run away with their heads in their arms.Anyway, things are not his, he doesn't feel bad.After getting a good memory, whenever they saw Scott's face look bad, Abaddon's subordinates would run away immediately, leaving him sulking in the room alone.Anyway, the palace is heavily guarded now, and I am not afraid that Scott will escape.

When there was a knock on the door, Scott yelled, "Get out! Leave me alone!" but the door opened anyway.Scott didn't even look at it, he grabbed the teacup on the table and threw it towards the door.The person who entered the door quickly caught the teacup and weighed it in his hand.

Scott stood up abruptly.

"Yes, it's you...!" He widened his eyes.

It was none other than his godfather Wolfgang Schiller who appeared in front of him, but the appearance of the godfather is very different from the past.He still has long silver hair, and his facial features have not changed, but his once gray eyes are now pitch black, and his pupils are blood-like red, which is the true appearance of a demon.He was dressed in a black robe and decorated with black feathers, looking elegant and luxurious.When he spoke, Scott could see demonic fangs in his mouth.

He was no longer his godfather Wolfgang.This is hell, and he is Mephisto, Grand Duke of Hell.

"You still have the face to see me!!!" Scott was furious.

Mephisto put the teacup back on the table: "I'm sorry, Scott."

"Is this something that can be solved by apologizing?!"

"Then what do you want? Do you want to scold me? Beat me? Or kill me?" Mephisto opened his arms, "It's fine."

Scott rushed up to him and slapped him backhanded. "This is the time you hit me!" He said viciously.

Mephisto was hit over the head by him, his teeth bit his lip, and blood oozed from the corner of his mouth. "Hands are getting stronger." He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, "What's next? I'll kill you, do you have to kill me a few times to calm down?"

"You still know that you killed me!" Scott almost burst into anger, "I beg you not to hand me over to the Apocalypse Knights, you agreed, and the result?! How is this different from being killed by the Apocalypse Knights?! "

"At least the apocalypse is over," Mephisto said. "The world was saved and humanity survived." He paused, then added, "Dominic survived, too."

Hearing Dominic's name, Scott snorted and sat down on the chair without looking at Mephisto. "Get out, I don't want to see you."

"Scott..."

"I used to trust you so much, I gave everything to you, but what about you? You killed me! I want to understand now, you are a traitorous guy. You betrayed your majesty before, and now Betrayed me. You are full of lies, honey and swords, and you only think of your own interests, and other people are either your enemies or your tools!"

"Scott, I'm not..."

"You once said it yourself, and there is nothing else to hide from me!" Scott roared, "You said it yourself! I believed you at that time! What happened? You still kept it from me! About the apocalypse, about the two 'Key', you didn't tell me anything! What a fool I am to believe someone like you!"

Mephisto looked at his godson wordlessly.He knew that no matter what he said now, it would turn into a weak excuse.

"Do you know, when I opened my eyes this morning, I found myself lying in a strange room. The servant told me that this is the palace of the capital of hell. Grand Duke Abaddon personally picked me up here. I have been staying for several days. Yes—but I have no memory at all! I don’t remember such a thing at all! The last image in my memory is that you killed me with your own hands!” Scott clenched his fists, his knuckles turned white from excessive force, “You come Before, Abaddon came to see me and told me that the two 'keys' must pay a huge price, one will lose the past and the other will lose the future. He means, I lost the future! Every day my memory resets Back to the moment when the apocalypse ends, everything I said and did to you now will be forgotten by tomorrow morning, and I will only remember the moment when I died—the moment when I was killed by the hands of my godfather!"

He glared at Mephistopheles, eyes red, "And I'll always hate you for it."

"I know." Mephisto walked up to him.Scott turned his head away from him. "I didn't come here to ask for your forgiveness, or to make you change your attitude towards me. I just want to tell you what's in my heart."

Scott was silent.

"I have done a lot of wrong things in my life, and spent almost the whole time in regret. In the end, I had to kill you with my own hands, which made me very painful. My love for you is no less than your love for me—— Don't deny it! If you don't love me, then you won't hate me. On the way here, I repeatedly asked myself if I regretted adopting you. If you and I were just strangers who met by chance, then when I killed you When the time comes, there will be no more pain, isn’t that better?”

He got down on one knee and took Scott's hand. "No. It wouldn't get better. I don't regret adopting you, spending ten years with you. Even if it ended up being so painful." , I don't regret it either. The only thing I regret is turning you into 'keys'. It would be nice if I didn't do that. If there is no apocalypse, no demons and dark hunters, just the godfather and his Godson, how wonderful it would be. Then there would be nothing like today. We still live in Maple Ridge, and we are still a happy family."

As he spoke, his nose suddenly became sore. "I want to watch you grow up, Scott, I want to watch you become a unique archmage. I want to watch you grow up like ordinary human beings and spend your human life happily, instead of... Instead of losing your memory and hating me forever in hell."

Scott felt some kind of warm liquid dripping on the back of his hand.

"I regret it, Scott, it's true. I said I'll always love you, and that's true. This time I didn't lie."

Scott gritted his teeth and refused to see the godfather.He was afraid that if he only took one look at it, he would be so soft-hearted that he would forgive him.

"If what you say is true," he said, "then why did you kill me?"

"I want to save my godson, and millions of people in this world. I want to right my mistakes," Mephisto said. "I don't want this world with my fond memories to die."

"What you said... I don't believe a word!"

"You know I'm not lying!" Mephisto pressed Scott's hand on his chest, "You've always had a way of knowing! You can feel my heartbeat, and you know I'm not lying!"

Scott tried to pull back, but he couldn't.The godfather's heartbeat was steady and strong, without any panic.He wasn't lying.

"What's the use of you saying this?" His voice choked up, "I will forget everything in the morning tomorrow, and I will remember nothing except hating you. I have no future, I can only live in memories."

"If you forget, I don't mind saying it again. I can say it as many times as you want. You have memories, but they are not yours alone. They are our shared memories. Since you have me in your memories, I I will never give up on you. I will always be with you. This time I will not regret it."

"Stop it!" cried Scott. "Shut up! Shut up! Stop it!"

He hugged Mephisto's neck, clinging to his chest like he cried when he was a child. "Stop it! Stop it! I don't want to hear any more, Godfather!"

Through the clothes and flesh and blood, he heard the godfather's heartbeat.

He didn't lie.

Dominic loses all his memories from before the apocalypse, which creates a major obstacle in his daily life and relationships.After following the doctor's advice, he went through the formalities of suspending school and stayed in the hospital in the spiral tower to start rehabilitation treatment.Chris also dropped out of school to accompany him.

It is said that it is rehabilitation treatment, in fact, everyone knows that Dominic can't think of the past again.Everything about the past was stripped from him with the end of the apocalypse.He doesn't remember his life experience, he doesn't remember that he had a godfather and a brother who is not related by blood, he doesn't remember that he was a demon hunter, and he doesn't remember any messy things like apocalypse and hell.

This is a fresh start for him.

He and Chris spend their days leisurely in the Spiral Tower, taking Beren out for a walk every morning and evening. (Beren, unexpectedly popular at the Spiral Tower, quickly became the crew's mascot and was bred to be fat.) Sometimes Abby would visit them with her homemade donuts.Her donuts are truly amazing.They agreed to visit Chris' parents together on Thanksgiving.Before she left, Abby handed them a gift she said was from a "friend" of hers.It was a miniature portrait of a black-haired boy holding a saber.

"Who is this?" Dominic asked.

"This is Watts Helic Poo Sanfreco Molliansdier de Walter Beren." Chris replied.

"……Who?!"

Chris laughed silently.

Autumn is coming soon.The trees in the courtyard of the spiral tower took off their green clothes and put on their gold and red dresses.Chris proposes to visit Dominique's hometown of Maple Ridge. "Your old neighbors are there," he said, "and Maple Ridge is beautiful in autumn, and it's rich in maple syrup."

They set off immediately, with Chris driving and Dominic and the dog as passengers.They visited scenic spots along the way, and returning home was the second priority.But the trip is boring most of the time.There is a "Bible" in the car (the car is provided by the Witcher Association, and they are equipped with a "Bible" for each car), and Dominic takes it out to read when he is in a panic.

Whenever he read the "Psalms", he would have a strange feeling in his heart, as if he was about to remember something, but it was always a little bit short, and he just couldn't remember.

The night before arriving in Maple Ridge, Chris drove looking for a motel, Dominic fiddled with the Bible, and the dog dozed off in the back seat.Suddenly, Dominic said, "Chris, I seem to remember something."

"uh-huh."

"I have been reading "Psalms" these days, and every time I finish reading, a strange picture will appear in my mind."

"What picture?"

"It's the back of a white-haired man. He's riding on some kind of vehicle, maybe a locomotive. I'm sitting behind him. He's tall, or maybe I'm too short. It should be night, and there seem to be streetlights around. , but on and off."

"anything else?"

Dominic shook his head: "No more. There are only so many. I can't remember the appearance of that man, only his back is in the picture. Do you know such a man?"

"I don't know." Chris didn't change his face, "You said that you may be too short, then it may be your childhood. I met you in college, and I don't know much about your childhood. "

"That's right." Dominic muttered, resting his chin. "Every time I feel like I'm about to remember, but I just can't remember. I'm so anxious."

"Don't worry. What should be remembered will always be remembered. If you can't remember it, it means it's not very important."

Dominic thought for a moment, and felt that what Chris said made sense.

The dog howled in protest.

The journey continues.The road stretches to an unknown distance.Maple Ridge is not the end, it's just a stop.They don't know what kind of road they will take in the future, and they don't know where the end of the road is.Many people have become passers-by in their lives, coming and going in a hurry, and are not even remembered.But some people eventually stayed and became lifelong partners.Two distinct paths cross at some point, then intertwine, and finally merge into one.Some people share the past, they share the future.

END