[HP] Devil is alive

Messiah slept through this sleep until night, and when he woke up drowsy, the bedside lamp was dimly on, not dazzling, but it would not let him fall into darkness.

who ever came in after he fell asleep...

Messiah sat up and saw a note on the table, with Abraxas's beautiful cursive script printed on it.

It probably means to let him get up and eat something before going out...

Is the dance already started?Messiah put away the note and looked at the white world outside the window. The moonlight illuminated the snowy ground, and it was indeed not cold and beautiful.

Kill the puppet...

Heal Hebe...

Guide Snape to the Malfoy house, and serve Tom...

Then, he can leave safely...

Messiah stretched out his hands, as if to embrace the snow that was slowly falling in the night.

"Oh-oh--" At this time, a series of screams came from the quiet sky, and Messiah quickly came to the guardrail, and saw a large group of iron products falling from the sky, hitting the ground with a "bang".

It was... something similar to a horse. Messiah only found out when he got closer. There was a half-cracked iron horse head hanging on the ground.From the neck down, the horse's body was wrapped in something like wings, messy, and the slender limbs were unnaturally exposed, as if broken.

"Hey, at least the defense mechanism is really good." The person who screamed just now said again very gratified, and the voice came from underground.

Messiah looked around, probably a lot of guests came to the ball tonight, and this is a relatively remote place in the garden, so no one noticed.

He leaned over and was about to speak, when the mass exploded suddenly, Messiah took a step back unconsciously, or in other words, when he was trying to move, he was pulled into an embrace.

"Armor protection."

Messiah's body froze the moment he heard the incantation.

"Hi, Voldy! What a coincidence, Merry Christmas!" The blond man with tangled hair climbed out of the pile and waved his hands at the person behind Messiah, "Yeah? This is...Little Malfoy?"

"Merry Christmas, Nick," Voldemort adjusted his posture, completely covering Messiah in his arms, as if he didn't notice the other's stiffness, "I'm glad you aimed to destroy my defensive barrier, and you are still doing it for me now." struggle."

"Ah... But I can't say that about Voldy, you asked for a special gift," the man named Nick got up from his pile of scrapped inventions, and said with some pride, "Yunick—how about it?" ?”

"I only saw..." Voldemort raised his hand to signal the man to look at the pile of things beside him that had completely lost their true colors due to the explosion just now.

"Oh—" the man screamed, blinking innocently at Voldemort.

"If this is your Christmas present for the little Messiah... Nick, I have to say, it's not kid friendly."

"But it's very interesting! As you said, it's fast, and it's more enjoyable than any magic broom! Boys will love it! It also has a defense system inside, using Xind'ao vines, which can be used in the event of an accident. Immediately grow up to wrap the person inside, and then retract into the ground. You see, I have nothing to do now!" After the man finished speaking, he nodded seriously.

"Nick, Nick, Nick..." Voldemort called out the man's name in his sexy voice, "Anyway, your cool appearance failed. You need new and better gifts to make up for your lateness, and The mistake that ruined the Malfoy family garden. In the end, it's very rude of you to behave like this."

"Merlin! I just said that I don't like proms!" The man screamed again, and took out a chain with an opal hanging from the scrapped machinery, "This chain is for you, boy. Output magic power to it Activate the growth fluid, and the Sind'o vines will hide you underground in absolute safety. Fun, right? For Merlin's sake, promise me you didn't see me!"

"Alright Nick, your appearance just now scared the Messiah." Voldemort took the necklace from Nick, and the boy in his arms was motionless, looking really frightened, "You can go back."

"Thank you very much," the great alchemist felt extremely honored by Voldemort's crossing the river and tearing down the bridge. "Again, I don't like dances at all. Even if you want to give your dear godson a gift, you can..."

"Nick, Nick..." Voldemort interrupted the man's invincible thoughts with a headache, "I said at the time that the gift arrived..."

"You didn't make it clear, and you are often away. I thought about it for a long time and thought you meant that I should deliver the gift in person to show your heart. You know that I have been doing it since you mentioned this idea. , you left the plan and ran away! Let me study alone for a long time!"

"I'll be in your lab tomorrow."

"Very good..." The alchemist, who was handsome but never liked to take care of himself, straightened his untidy dress, "Looking forward to your appearance, Voldy."

After Nick finished speaking, he immediately disappeared in front of the two of them, as if there was a giant beast chasing after him.

Messiah stiffened his legs, allowing Voldemort to pull him into the garden pavilion, "Now... my dear, we can talk."

Sure enough, you can't place too much hope on Nick's research, Voldemort felt his forehead—especially when there was absolutely no time—Lord, who wanted to wait for the Messiah to calm down a little, was disappointed, regretted, couldn't stand it, what? Patience... He stood at a place he didn't know and looked at him quietly, silently guarding his peace with the Malfoy family, caring for him carefully, not letting him find out, not letting him feel pressure... I thought it would get better slowly, but Ben He thought he could do it, but soon, Voldemort found that he couldn't calm down anymore!If he didn't show up, the Messiah didn't do anything at all, and whether it was a disguise or not, Voldemort could never stand the Messiah ignoring him!

Voldemort sat on the stone bench by himself, holding the Messiah on his lap.

They were born in the same year, the same month, the same day, so similar, now he is an adult, and the Messiah is still the same as when he was a child. Voldemort stroked the boy's soft long hair, wanting to sigh, but in the end he couldn't sort out his thoughts.I just want to put all my thoughts into a hug, and hug him tightly and fiercely!However, he still had to restrain his impulse...

I, spread love into the blue sky, so that you who are restless... can see it when you look up.

I, burn my heart into flames, let you who are afraid of the dark... sleep with warmth.

My dear brother, I want you to have the best of all worlds!

And I am confident that for you, the best is me!

Because of Tom's actions, Messiah could only stay in his arms honestly.Obviously Tom held him very professionally and comfortably, but he still insisted that it was not at all.Messiah understands how his "profession" came out of this!

The boy lowered his head and didn't speak, waiting for the man to expose him.His head was blank and calm, like a felon waiting to die, suddenly appointed, no longer struggling.

"Honey." The man lifted the boy's chin, his movements were very light, but he couldn't refuse.

Messiah thought, he would answer whatever Tom asked, anyway, he would not refuse Tom's request...

It's just that I don't feel very comfortable...

"I heard from Abra that you can't dance?"

"...Huh?" Messiah murmured a monotone, unable to keep up with Tom's jumping thoughts.The man's deeper red eyes in the night reflected his face, and gradually, gradually, hotness climbed up his face.

"As my godson and the young master of the Malfoy family, this is wrong." The man said seriously.

The boy's gray-blue eyes blinked, he didn't know whether he was struggling or what, he tilted his head blankly.His face was flushed, and only he knew that the temperature came from the man's fingertips.It spread from his slightly pointed chin all the way up, making him uncomfortable all over.If possible, maybe his platinum blonde hair will turn red too...

Voldemort just wanted to find a chance to spend more time alone with Messiah. The original plan was to build a Pegasus with Nick to take Messiah to the sky for fun, but now... the Pegasus has become a pile of scrap iron, Voldemort You can't give up this opportunity because of this, right?

Reluctantly, the temperature brought by his action not only burned Messiah, but also made him feel a strange impulse.

— Not to mention that the night vision ability of the undead is second only to the elves, the bright moonlight tonight is enough for him to see Messiah's blushing face clearly!

The beautiful moonlight, the pure white snowflakes, the exquisite gazebo, and... the Messiah he had longed for.

Voldemort suddenly felt that hugging was not enough, he wanted to possess this person deeper, deeper!

how should I do it?The Duke of Darkness, who has devoted himself to studying magic and dealing with things in the endless city all year round, is at a loss.

Those who are familiar with Voldemort know that their duke has serious cleanliness—both mentally and physically, to the point that...he hasn't had a single woman in so many years!

Something seemed to break out of his heart, and Voldemort vaguely guessed what it was. He insisted that if this thing were revealed to the Messiah now, it would be very, very bad.Just like he hates Bonnie...

Merlin's beard!Obviously the undead have very few desires...

what does he have to do...

The gazebo was eerily quiet. Messiah saw that Tom was a little strange. He was like a child who had done something wrong. He was trying to cover up something. It seemed a little...

Messiah opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, Voldemort pulled him to stand up, "Honey, let's dance."

The handsome man said very seriously: "You will use it later."

"You may..." Messiah raised his hand stiffly, "You should..."

As the lord of the city, leaving the banquet during the dance is not...

"No one will invite me to dance," Voldemort said, taking Messiah's hand self-consciously. "It's like this every year. I just sit there and watch other people."

Voldemort shrugged indifferently, he just meant that he didn't like people touching him, and he didn't like touching others either.So for the sake of everyone's happiness, other people are sensible not to disturb his quietness.

Moreover, the Duke loves his "sick" "eldest son" very much, and usually hugs him all the time.

But these words are not quite right for Messiah to understand. In the memory of his previous life, Tom's withdrawn, arrogant, and awkwardness accounted for nearly half of the years. He even threw ants on his bed!Although Messiah knew later that this was Tom's way of getting his attention, Messiah had to admit that Tom's method was a little... unacceptable.

The past is circling in my mind, playing slowly like countless times.However, the difference is that his hand is now being held by the grown-up Tom. Even though the body temperature of the undead is no longer hot, it is still real and warm.So the memories of the past are no longer vain, and Messiah follows Tom's movements and leans in his arms, as if they have never been separated, and there will be no parting in the past, present, and future...

He closed his eyes and danced with Tom.

The boy's figure is so slender, the man seems to be hugging him, protecting him completely.His world became small, but every inch was so warm and full.

If time can be stopped, forever is just like this...

Enough……

No busy affairs, no endless documents, no annoying Ministry of Magic, no despair of failed resurrection, no day and night thoughts...

They seem to be like this all the time, going to school together, growing up together, achieving career together, and in the future, they will also be together...

"Messiah..." Voldemort murmured softly, like every call, affectionately, using all his emotions...

Messiah froze for a moment, then suddenly pushed Tom away.No, to be precise, put myself in front of Tom.

"Crack-"

The pale arrow was broken into several sections under the boy's strange long claws. Looking over along the trajectory of the arrow, a black figure taller than a man appeared under the tree not far from the garden. The first person to see it was It was two groups of miserable green flames beating in the eye sockets!

It was a skeleton, except for the white bones, only the will-o'-the-wisps burning faintly in the eye sockets.It stood in the shadows, holding a bone bow in its disproportionately large hands, facing the direction where Messiah and Voldemort were, its mandibles snapped, and then shook wildly, using the sound of bones colliding to say "" Giggle" giggle.

"Damn Merlin!" The already "skinny" laughter seemed extraordinarily ferocious in the quiet night, Voldemort cursed lowly, stretched out his arms and hugged Messiah back into his arms.

While he was moving, the skeleton raised the bone bow in his palm again, slowly touched his ribs with one hand, pulled out an arrow from his hollow body, and aimed at the two people in the garden with a "giggle" smile.

This is Undead Shooter!How could it appear in Glory City? !

Voldemort frowned, turned towards the direction of the skeleton, and said, "Avada Kedavra."

The deep green light hit the bone-shattering arrow, completely piercing the skeleton's ribs and hitting the spine. It is unknown whether the Duke's magic power is too strong or the archer is too weak. This blow alone caused the archer's skeleton to fall apart.

"Cluck-clack-"

"Ah-"

The skeleton's smirk continued intermittently. Voldemort's attack had an absolute advantage in strength, and he didn't directly kill it, obviously a bit of venting his anger and contempt.Messiah frowned, broke free from Tom's arms, and came to the skeleton in an instant.Lifting the demon claw he hadn't retracted, it pierced hard into the skull's eye socket.

The cold green flame suddenly exploded and followed the silver claws upwards, but gradually dissipated.

At that moment, Voldemort felt a dark force with a strong smell of death clinging to him.