[HP] Devil is alive

It was a butterfly, pure white, small, so weak that it would break if touched...

The Messiah found her by the stream, and she hung her beautiful wings and rested on the withered flowers, as if she was nostalgic and mourning.

The devil took off his sharp claws, washed his hands carefully, and came to the butterfly carefully.He conjured a bouquet of flowers with wood magic, gently held the butterfly on the flowers, and saw her flapping her fragile and holy butterfly wings, sending the wind to his heart that was about to dry up...

Did he know at that time that this butterfly was just an illusion?

The son of God who is above all things, the soul who has obtained all the power of God... He really can't see Diade's transfiguration?

When all human beings died in front of his eyes full of hatred and fear.

When all the animals are afraid of the blood on him and dare not approach him.

When all the plants withered and withered under his killing atmosphere.

When an intelligent creature escapes with such a suspicious and flinching posture.

Messiah was walking in the uninhabited wilderness, he told himself that it didn't matter, after completing this task, he could start again.The bloody sin will be washed away one day, and he has enough time to wait for the fishy smell and rancid smell on his body to dissipate...

really can...

Really... okay?

The devil couldn't help but tremblingly picked up the butterfly, it didn't fly away, it didn't die—it was found, he thought he had found it!In the long, colorless night, this butterfly flew into his dream, bringing this icy white—even though it was cold, it warmed the devil's even colder heart!

Maybe Messiah didn't know, after all, Yassin himself realized Diade's transfiguration.

Maybe what the Messiah knew was that he was tired, saw something, understood something, and wanted to return to peace, but couldn't find the way back.

He is still a child after all...

Childish "runaway"...

childish approval...

childish obsession...

Finally, childishly trying to hide after getting into trouble...

It is a pity that the devil's childishness cannot be forgiven, and the Messiah has polished his innocence at a painful price.

The demons of that day walked on the empty and desolate plain.

His figure still looks steadfast...no one sees his confusion—nor does he himself.

White butterflies fluttered around him, as usual.

Humans are coming from all directions, fighting... as usual.

The difference was that the graceful figure of the butterfly dazzled his eyes—did she suddenly become a human?

Messiah only saw a flash of silver light, followed by death-like pain.The silver spear pierced his forehead, from the healed part of his false body, without hesitation, pierced into his soul!

"what--"

Messiah screamed and sat up abruptly. After a little dizziness, an elegant and warm fragrance came from the tip of his nose.

The breeze was blowing the delicate curtains, looking out from the thin curtains, the layout of the room gave people the illusion of going back in time... He was also in this room when he was born in this life.

"Little Master Messiah, are you alright?" the house-elf's panicked voice came from the door.

It's snowing outside, very white snow...

Messiah froze for a moment and replied, "It's okay."

He stepped on the soft carpet with bare feet and came to the window. The snowflakes outside the house were quietly floating, turning the world into a piece of pure white.Messiah stared at the relentless Bai against the blue background, and didn't even hear Lucius' knock on the door.

It wasn't until a certain elder brother who lost the demeanor and etiquette that should be expected of a nobleman opened the door and put his coat on him that Messiah finally came to his senses.

"What's wrong? Didn't sleep well?" Lucius patted Messiah's head, half pulling and half pulling the boy back to the bed.

"I just thought of something." Messiah felt very uncomfortable. His own throat hurt when he said a word, and it was extremely dry for others to hear.

Lucius silently handed over a cup of milk tea, saw Messiah still looking out of the window, and explained: "Papa said Christmas without snow is not Christmas."

So it snowed heavily overnight in Malfoy Manor, which was still green and grassy yesterday.

This year's Christmas at Malfoy Manor was still as busy, but the difference was that the joy that filled the busyness almost turned into actual balloons, flying everywhere.

"Oh! Baby Mia, Merry Christmas!" Hebe came up to give Messiah a big hug as soon as he got off the stairs, "Did you sleep well last night? Do you want to go and see your presents first? Or first?" Have something to eat? Oh, it will be very busy today, you should eat more. But if you are not used to it, you can go outside and play. You have never left your house since you arrived here. There are many interesting places in Endless City, The snow outside is not cold..."

"Honey, Mia just woke up." Abraxas took Heber's shoulders and kissed her chattering lips. "Let him eat something first, and then look at the presents, okay?"

"Okay, okay..." Hebe held the small feather fan on his wrist, suddenly thought of something, and turned to Lucius seriously, "Luce baby, I was the first one to hug Mia today, right? ?”

"...Yes, mother." Looking at Heber who happily dragged Messiah to the restaurant after hearing the words, Platinum father and Platinum brother sighed silently in a tacit understanding.

Since Messiah returned home, Heber's spirit has obviously improved a lot—although sometimes she seems a little nervous—this is understandable, even now that Messiah has returned, she is often awakened by nightmares in the middle of the night .It is said that the Messiah has never left Malfoy Manor since he arrived in the Endless City. In fact, Heber is too attached to him, wishing to follow him around the clock, for fear that he will not be found again in a blink of an eye.

Having breakfast with Messiah with a happy face, Heber asked someone to bring out a bunch of large and small gift boxes and put them in front of his youngest son like a treasure, watching Messiah open boxes of gifts happily.Feeling Messiah's involuntary obedience when facing her, whether it was because of her poor health or something, Heber was overjoyed.

During the Christmas holiday, Messiah was with his family in this life, and only Snape and his little black rabbit were left in the jungle hut.

In the Muggle world, it has been snowing heavily in London since yesterday. Snape had bought things a few days ago, and he also didn't go out for a few days.In the quiet cabin, there is only the crisp sound of turning the pages of the book, so quiet that it is so boring that it makes people drowsy.But the two people in the room were not the kind of ordinary people who would fall asleep. Snape read his book intently, and Lyra, who maintained Diade's transfiguration, curled up in the boy's arms, feeling the warmth Seeing through the boy's clothes, he narrowed his eyes comfortably.

They are all people who are used to being alone...

from a long time ago...

Messiah has a family who loves him deeply, and someone he loves deeply in his heart.

His people were with Snape, but he always thought of others more in his heart - including Snape who was more important to him than himself.

Yashin has countless people who adore and fear him, and he is busy with major events.

He is constantly busy from body to mind.What he is used to is sacrifice, sacrificing everything including himself, to fulfill the happiness of most people-this is the greatness that people need and praise.

So from the very beginning, Snape and Lyra knew that their light was for looking up, they couldn't touch it, and they couldn't afford to pursue it.

This is low self-esteem, self-knowledge, and self-esteem...

There was a sound from the fireplace, and after a while, the slender platinum boy came out, holding a stack of colorful gift boxes in his hands.

"Merry Christmas, Sev." Messiah said while looking for a place to put down his things.

Reluctantly, except for the desk and bed, the vacant space in his cabin was filled with sculptures.

Seeing that Messiah turned around and couldn't find a place to put his things down, Snape consciously put down the little rabbit, walked up to catch it, and said, "Merry Christmas."

The black-haired boy put the box on the table. The less than ten boxes of presents looked like a mountain to the bunny-shaped Laila!He looked longingly at these brightly colored boxes, but moved himself away subconsciously.

"Christmas presents, the top one is from me, and then Lucius, father, mother, and... grandpa and grandma... You can read the names yourself." Messiah waved his hand, he couldn't remember so much Who sent the things, mainly because of his pile of presents, has already infected him with a slight gift phobia.

Can you imagine how, how, how... unbearable it is for one person to unwrap nearly a hundred presents?At least Messiah isn't happy at all... not at all!

He picked up the little rabbit on the table and sat on the sofa beside him, watching Snape silently unwrapping the presents.

I'm not happy at all...

I really want to destroy all these gifts...

Want it so so much……

Put it away, slowly, slowly take it apart...

Messiah blinked his dry eyes and remained silent.

His time seems to be running out.Even if the remaining time is longer than the entire previous life, his body is healthier than any other life...

Maybe it was the dream last night that made him a little irritable.Messiah thought.In the past, the dreams were just wandering alone, rarely like this, dreaming about other people, dreaming about the butterfly.He stroked the soft fur of the rabbit, always feeling a little ominous in his heart.

"Are you really not going to the endless city?" Messiah asked.