Twilight you are my light

It has been three full days since Ahinodora fell into a coma, and the atmosphere in the Volturi has been stagnant for these three days.Hillier and Caius are naturally the two most flustered by this. They haven't even smiled in the past three days. One big and one small have serious faces, as if everyone in Volturi owes them money Same.

The entire Volturi is very worried about this, and many guards still have sympathy for Caius' iron-fisted regime decades ago.

Caius became very strict after Ahinodora's "death", and he seemed to have revealed the darkest and cruelest side of his heart.The death penalty is nothing new, and torture is even more commonplace.

This morbid state of mind is stimulated by Yahinodora's departure, and Caius just wants to extend his pain to others.

Human imagination is astonishing, and Caius's favorite method of torture is simple and brutal sex torture.

Over and over again, he would snap off joints such as fingers and limbs.Thanks to vampires' remarkable resilience, those who erred had their bones healed and broken again.

Or the prisoners are only given a very limited blood intake every day to make them weak and weak, and then they are nailed to the pillars and exposed to the sun every day.

Sunshine, who was originally harmless to healthy vampires, turned vicious and deadly in the face of these weak vampires.After being sunburned, the skin that has no time to heal overnight will continue to receive the damage of the next day, and if things go on like this, it will eventually be sunburned to death.

Cursing, begging for mercy, and screams were never lacking in Caius' torture chamber.The torture room was very lively during the 60 years since Ahinodora disappeared. The prisoners endured the torture of death every day. Their wailing was like a music box played on a loop in the torture room. Like howling.

These "wrongdoers" were not limited to those convicted by the Volturi, but there were even some Volturi guards among them.Under Aro's request, Caius could only reduce his criticism of his own people, otherwise, if this continues, people's hearts will be scattered, which will not be conducive to ruling in the long run.

Although this highly militarized management is effective in expanding the Volturi's power, it is sometimes so harsh and inhumane that all vampires are afraid of it.

In the entire Volturi, the ones who were most worried about Caius and Hillier were Aro and Hermes.

Hermes is very worried about Hillier's psychological condition, he thinks Hillier's growth environment is not conducive to him growing up.He couldn't fully agree with the Volturi's brutal and ruthless style, and he didn't expect Caius' so-called "Spartan education" to cultivate a child with a sound personality. Even Caius's current state was worrying.

Ah Luo was also observing Caius and Hillier in secret. He had to admit that what happened in this year gave him uneasiness and panic that he had never experienced before. Too many unstable factors suddenly gathered in Together.

The resurrection of Ahinodora, the birth of Hillier, the ability of Hermes, the changes in the Karen family... and the secret like a nuclear explosion.

Thinking of that secret, Ah Luo's face darkened.

Although he and Caius kept a big secret together, and he was also wary that Caius would show his feet in front of Marcus because he lost his calm, but he still had a certain confidence in Caius.

Because even though Ahinodora was directly burned to ashes in front of them 60 years ago, Caius could still endure the grief and maintain basic sanity, guarding the secret for Volturi, which shows that Caius Strong psychological quality.

A Luo knew that the current Volturi was in a state of internal and external troubles, and a philosophy he once disdained, "the prosperity and decline" is now stuck in his throat, reminding him that he has to think deeply about this terrible possibility.

"It's okay, it's okay, it's not that bad, it's not scary."

Ah Luo comforted himself secretly, he turned the ring on his hand, and the metal setting rubbed against his marble-hard skin, making a slight sound.

After an unknown amount of time, he stood up from the dark throne, and a confident smile returned to his face.

He swore as early as 3000 years ago when he founded Volturi that he would create an invincible family and a kingdom admired by all.In order to achieve this goal, he can sacrifice his sister, his brother, and all the guards who love and respect him.

Ah Luo walked to the desk, and there was still the homework that Hillier had handed in on the desk.He looked at the beautiful Italian script on Hillier's homework, and murmured:

"It's time to give that kid a lively practical lesson."

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The people of the Volturi have their own minds, and much of the work of the elders has stalled.Arrow was exhausted in dealing with the documents for Caius who was not in good condition, so Marcus had the opportunity to invite Hermes to his room to communicate in private.

After being warned by Caius not to talk nonsense, Hermes became cautious. He was a little hesitant about Marcus' invitation, but he really couldn't find any reason to refuse Marcus' invitation.In order not to make Marcus suspicious, he could only agree.

Marcus is a gentle guy—or so he seems.He is different from the gloom under the smiling tiger mask of Alona, ​​and also different from Caius' straightforward aggressiveness. Marcus always has an aura that makes people unconsciously trust him.

"Thank you for coming here, please sit down." Marcus, who was sitting by the fireplace, looked up at Hermes standing at the door, facing the dusty Hermes, his eyes were full of warmth and tolerance.

Hermes took off his cloak and put it aside. He had just returned from Florence, and his body was covered with the moisture of the night.He brushed his hair back casually, and sat directly on the armchair opposite Marcus.He embedded his body in the comfortable sofa, and his eyes fell on the soul flower on the table.

"It's okay, what do you want me to do?" Hermes secretly looked at the soul flower on the table. The smashed flower pot had been replaced, and the leaves that were smashed before were hanging on both sides, looking like a flower. Very wronged.

"Actually, I would like to trouble you to channel the spirit for me again." Marcus lightly tapped his finger on the stamen of the soul flower, silently remembering the residual happiness of Didimi, his hands seemed to be still stained with Breathing the air-conditioning of ghosts.

"...Marcus, you know, psychics may not always succeed."

Hermes tactfully declined Marcus's request with a lame excuse. Before he stepped into this room, he had expected the purpose of Marcus's visit to him, and he was very worried that this psychic would make Marcus Ask about things he shouldn't know.

Hermes felt chilled when he thought of Caius' killing intent that day, and for the first time, he showed embarrassment and trouble on his cynical face.

"Hermes, have you ever had someone you love?" Marcus asked a question calmly, his tone was indifferent, his face was expressionless, and there was no anger or dissatisfaction at being rejected, which made Hermes I really can't figure out his thoughts.

"I think I have." Hermes lowered his eyes and laughed self-deprecatingly, "But love is really out of people's control. It's too common to love and not be able to get along with not to love."

"I never felt that love was so important until I lost Didymi." Marcus's face was a little moved, and he seemed to be touched by Hermes' words.

"If you can calmly let go of the person you love, it's probably because you don't love deeply enough." Marcus sighed lightly and sat on the sofa cushions, "How can you be willing to let go if you really love someone? The beauty of an adult is nothing more than a pretense for lack of love."

Hermes listened to Marcus's exclamation in silence, he played with his curly hair with his hands, his mind was running extremely fast how to get rid of Marcus's obsession with psychics and prevent him from knowing Ditimi's death the truth.

"I have carefully chewed on what Didymi left behind, but I still can't figure out what Didymi meant by 'find her'." Marcus pursed his lips, "I want to find her, just As Caius found Ahinodora at last."

"Help me, Hermes." Marcus looked at Hermes sincerely, his wine-red eyes locked on Hermes tightly.

Hermes looked at Marcus's dejected look, and spurned his good brother Caius in his heart.

"Look at what you bastards have made of him, and you still have to embarrass me in the end."

Complaints are complaints, and Hermes will not be really angry with Caius, not to mention that Caius is in a semi-collapsed state now.

Hermes sighed silently, thinking that he might have to rely on acting to get away with it.After he was mentally prepared, he nodded slightly at Marcus.

The psychic ritual was still going on as last time. Marcus closed his eyes skillfully, waiting for the dizzying light and the familiar chill.But he waited for a long time, but he still didn't feel the slightest change.

"Hermes?" Marcus frowned and called Hermes' name lightly. Although he was uneasy, his eyes were tightly closed all the time.

"...wait for me, I can't find your wife's soul." Hermes tilted his head in confusion with his eyes closed, he took his hand out of Marcus's hand, and rubbed his hands together vigorously, He put his hand on Marcus's again.

Time passed by every minute and every second, but Di Timmy's soul showed no signs of being summoned. Even a stable person like Marcus began to panic.

"Is it because the soul flower fell on the ground and broke?" Marcus' voice was a little hurried, and the hand he was holding Hermes was trembling.

"Sorry, maybe I'm not in a good state today. I really haven't found your wife's soul." Hermes' tone was also mixed with confusion and bewilderment.

He swears to the Almighty God that he definitely had the soul that was seriously summoning Didimi just now.

Hermes' original plan was to pretend that he couldn't find Didimi's soul, or find another soul to replace it, and then said that he made a mistake when he summoned it.All in all, just one word - "drag", and it's over.

But when he started summoning, he found that he really couldn't find Didymi, and the originally strong bond between the two was suddenly broken, which made Hermes completely puzzled.

Although he comforted Marcus that he did not find Didimi's soul because of his poor condition, he knew that his ability would never make such a mistake, so Ditimi's missing soul seemed a bit strange.

Just as Hermes was thinking about what was going on, Marcus himself had fallen into deep despair.There is no other reason, the only bridge he can communicate with Di Timi is broken, and this is definitely not a good sign.

The two people in the room fell into an unbearable silence. Marcus stood up and looked at Hermes who was in deep thought. He struggled to maintain his reserve and etiquette and issued the order to evict the guest: "I'm sorry for making you spend so much time, If you don't mind, I'd like to be alone for a while."

Hermes couldn't bear to look at Marcus, who was in depression. Marcus looked like a defeated general, and his attention was always on the broken plants on the table.

"It's not about the medium." Hermes couldn't help reminding, he guessed what Marcus was thinking, "The medium won't fail just because it's just dropped. Everything has a spirit, and my ability can only make it I see the dead souls, and the ones I can't see... Maybe I missed it, or they no longer belong to the underworld."

Marcus was in grief at this time, he didn't think carefully about Hermes' words, he shook his head slightly, and remained silent.

"Then I'll go first, take care." Seeing that Marcus didn't respond, Hermes glanced at him worriedly. He felt that Marcus' tall figure was as thin as a piece of paper.

After saying this, he pulled off his cloak and left the room as if fleeing, he didn't want to be stained with that heavy sadness.

Thinking about what happened in Volturi recently, Hermes couldn't help rushing up to the rooftop to light a cigarette. The burning tail of the cigarette added a touch of orange to the dark sky, and the brightness increased with the frequency of smoking. Twinkle.

The wind on the roof was quite strong, and the white smoke he exhaled was blown away by the wind in a short while.He leaned on the fence made of stone and stared at the dissipated fog, laughing inexplicably.Hermes propped his head on the hand holding the cigarette, and looked sideways at the majestic and magnificent building in Volturi.

He just found it ironic that he seemed to understand why his friend Karen didn't want to join the Volturi.

There is too much black dirt hidden in this magnificent palace, these dirt cannot be washed off no matter how they are washed, but it is precisely these dirt that built this extraordinary castle for them, I really don’t know who made who .

Hermes thought sadly that the woman who once moved his heart might have already become a part of black. His heart was full of disgust and frustration for his own incompetence. He knew that he could not rescue her from this quagmire, but Hillier...

Hermes felt much better when he thought of the little golden head, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he stubbed out the cigarette.

"I hope that kid can live up to it."