[Tutorial] Cyan among the clouds

Pleasure is a song of freedom, but it is not freedom.

But not their fruit.

It is the call of the abyss to the summit,

But it is not an abyss, nor a peak.

It is a caged and outstretched wing,

But not the surrounding space.

-

The air in Venice is about too thoroughly clean.

Bell walked on the road and looked around boredly, maybe because of the water, even if a bloody and manic person like him came to this place, he had to admit that the clamor of the beast in his body didn't seem to be that serious.

Daylight and sunlight divide the world into clear shapes in front of your eyes, and naturally release a touch of gentleness.

Heh, he really prefers the setting sun burning like blood.

He inadvertently took out a piece of paper from his pocket, glanced at it roughly with his eyes behind his thick bangs, crumpled it up and stuffed it into his pocket again indifferently—a boring task.

He was a little sleepy, half asleep and half awake, squinting his eyes and walking towards the destination. A person beside him accidentally bumped into him, whispered sorry and left in a hurry.

The black corners of the clothes seemed to be just an illusion, it was dark, like ghosts that kept coming out of dreams when I was a child.

--Hee hee hee.

Bell shrugged and continued on his way.

When he arrived at the pick-up place, he found that it was a sparsely populated alley, and the narrow alley could only allow him to pass alone.It became dim in an instant, and the surroundings seemed to be cut off from the brightness of the day.

Darkness—hehehe, that's what he likes.

Because he made an appointment to meet at a fixed place from the beginning, Bell, who probably came early, would just find a place to rest when he saw a deserted place, and the slender figure lazily leaned on a broken wall.

Light blond hair, slightly curly, hid the nose above, revealing only the pale European skin and pointed chin.

——Next time, it’s better to use Balian’s special plane.

Thinking faintly, Bell narrowed his eyes and glanced at the dilapidated ruins beside him. The gray dust mixed with the dim yellow sand and stones was piled together, which was not aesthetically pleasing.

Then he turned his head and closed his eyes.

Probably a little tired.

-

He was still a little awake until he heard the sound, but he didn't want to wake up immediately because of the low air pressure.

"Well, here's what I want to give you in advance—"

The near and far voices forced him to open his eyes slightly, grinned again and raised his usual bloodthirsty smile, which seemed frightening to others.

"Hee hee hee, I interrupted the prince's rest~ Do you want to go to hell~" There were three silver knives in his hand in an instant, shining silver.

It was obvious that the other party was not someone who was used to doing business in the mafia, and a thin layer of cold sweat soon covered his face—this kind of reaction made him feel too boring.

Too weak.

Neither are they.

Still Venice.

"Please, please don't act like this, Master Belphegor! We are just following orders to take these things..."

"It's so loud~hehehe~"

——Ding Ding Ding.

No matter how recklessly interrupting others, in an instant there were three more neatly arranged knives on the pillar beside the other party, and the perpetrator lazily took the paper bag and walked away without looking at it.

The purple striped shirt hangs loosely on the body, revealing the delicate collarbone inside.

"Yes Yes……"

Nodding and bowing submissively, with a disgusting face.

If it weren't for the command of the combat captain whose voice could knock off the roof at any time, how could he come here to take on such a task bored?It's just a thread connection.

-

"A young man in Venice for the first time?"

The boatman smiled kindly, and the wrinkles on his face were piled up in a gentle way.Bell looked at the ripples rippling around him and didn't speak, but responded with a series of standard Bell-style smirks.

"Venice is a romantic and gentle city."

Unfazed by Bell's indifference, the old boatman continued to speak.There is a pair of shining sapphire blue eyes on an obviously aging face, in which flows the unique romance of the Italians - and hope.

Bell sneered, gentle?romantic?

What the hell, he never knew what it was.

"Is it the legendary city built by the tears of God?"

A steady voice sounded from beside him, Bell squinted his eyes and looked at the traveler who had been silent since the beginning.

The black cloak covered her from head to toe, and even with such a weird outfit, not many people noticed her.

"Miss, have you heard of it?"

Probably because of interest, the boatman's voice was faintly mixed with surprise, and his eyes became brighter—it bored him for no reason.

The latter nodded, and glanced to the other side without showing any emotion.

"Just a little bit."

Bell suddenly felt that the sun was scorching, and the weather in Venice was probably too good.Both pedestrians and passengers on the side of the road are performing a slow beat, causing tepid fluctuations.

This kind of comfort made him feel a little ready to move - he wondered if the city would be more in line with his aesthetics if decorated with blood.

On the contrary, the rumors on the road made him interested and diverted some attention.

"It's that..."

"It is rumored that Rakshasa made Red Sunday..."

"Eh? If it's just one person, how can a whole family..."

"Hush...that's a Rakshasa...let's not talk about it."

It's nothing more than talking about the latest incident in the Mafia-Red Sunday.

Although he himself can't understand the kind of messy things that use experiments as weapons, but the memory in his mind wanders unconsciously to the scene of fighting those disgusting walking dead last time, with the scum of flesh and blood scattered all over the sky. .

——Hee hee hee, it's really not a very good memory.

The knife in his hand twirled subconsciously to reflect the sunlight slightly, restless, and the beast in his body began to faintly show signs of madness.

The glaring white light almost burned his eyes, even if it was covered by thick bangs, it couldn't stop the sunlight from attacking.

"Hee hee hee……"

Really boring task.

It's over now.

"God is all-inclusive, exists above all things, but is humbled by everything in the world."

The boatman swung the oars and said this sentence reverently, and the fellow traveler in the black cloak raised his head slightly, revealing his sharp chin.

"But it can't illuminate all the darkness."

Almost muttering this sentence.

Bell was a little sleepy.

Such comfort made him inexplicably suppress the screaming wild beast, and slowly fell into a light sleep.

"Everyone can get their own salvation."

Hee hee hee, damn redemption.

Sure enough, he still prefers hell.

"That Rakshasa with silver pupils...God bless him and catch him and execute him quickly! How can such a villain be kept..."

"Keep your voice down dear, it's catastrophe to be overheard! My God, I hope this all goes away..."

Opening her eyes slightly, the person beside her has already sat upright and stood up.

The swaying hem of the clothes flashed in front of him, and Bell, whose face was half in the shadow, looked even more bewitching.

"God is dead long ago, heck—" He seemed to be smiling unsatisfactorily, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly on his pale face.

"Only by becoming a demon can you live forever."

I'm angry.

The other party probably arrived at the destination and planned to leave.

Three silver knives flew out unexpectedly and landed firmly next to the heels.

Bell opened his eyes, and the corners of his mouth under the pale blond hair smiled evilly.

"Hee hee hee... tell the prince who you are"

The wind was getting stronger, and Bell raised his hands to cover his face.

The moment he disappeared into the vortex of the wind, the other party showed silver pupils and opened his mouth lightly to say something.

One sheet and one sheet.

calm.

"Hee hee hee……"

Interesting things have been found, it seems that this road is not so boring.

Bell happily turned the knife in his hand, leaned lazily on the side of the boat, and fell asleep leisurely.

—— Rakshasa.

The author has something to say:

Changed it a bit. To put it simply, when Yunchuan just destroyed the Russo family, he met Bell who was on a mission in Venice == Then Bell’s curiosity was aroused, and then Bell paid attention to Yunchuan, and then...then nothing. And then...【If I think my style of writing has changed, don’t worry about minor issues QAQ】Friendly reminder: The person who bumped into Bell is also Yunchuan =w=[Please bookmark and leave a message