Dementors of the Blakes

I don't know who I am, in fact, maybe I don't even have a name.

Because my race is dementors.

And the communication between us dementors does not need to be called by name, because we never misidentify who is who.

I live on a small island in the cold waters of the North Sea. My home is a huge castle. It is located in the center of the small island, surrounded by the sea, with mighty and towering walls, imposing and inviolable.

In the outside world, people call it: Azkaban.

Here... is a beautiful place. In human terms, it should be called "Xanadu". Here, my people and I live and work in peace and contentment. We have a house, a territory, and food in captivity. House elves Taking care of all the daily affairs in the castle, my family's life is extremely happy and full of taste.

Here, our whole family is engaged in the same profession. We are natural watchmen. Any stubborn, rebellious, and lucky criminals, under our "teaching", will be careful about their own past. What I did was too painful, oh no, it was to make amends.

It's a pity that most of them can only be corrected in the next life, because from the day they were put in, they have been reduced to my family's food. Humans are the enemies of our clan!

In the face of the enemy, our family has always destroyed flowers with harsh hands, oh no, it is humane destruction!

The so-called humane destruction refers to ending the life of an individual with the lowest degree of suffering. In this regard, our family is very proud from the beginning to the end, because our family is the most amiable race, and only a light kiss is needed , wave your sleeves, it won't bring you any pain.

As... a dementor who grew up under the black cloak of our clan, this monster has always been diligent and conscientious in his work, devoted himself to his duties, and died, and treated his relatives... all the people of our clan in the castle are me loved ones!

This monster never shakes the spirit of loving our race, but there is still a little doubt in this monster's persistent and tenacious heart.

I don't remember how I was born or by whom I was bred, I have no memory of the past, it seems that I have been an exemplary caretaker since I was conscious.

Moreover, I am still a small captain!

Within the scope of my jurisdiction, I have the priority to taste any food. I have the right to "first night" any food that is put in for the first time. Oh, those fresh foods are the most delicious. If you taste too much, they will gradually become boring. .

However, the most extreme beauty is to suck away the most primitive thing in one breath, but I don’t know why, but I am a little disgusted with this, and there is a higher-level rule in the clan that it is not allowed to suck the soul of food at will.

I think this is probably because we are doing captive breeding.

The so-called captivity is actually a sustainable development strategy. We need the happiness of human beings as food, but if we kill the human beings we raise in captivity in order to taste the most extreme delicacy—the soul, it will be gone for a long time. Enjoy the squeezed happiness.

It's a fool's job to kill the hen that lays the golden eggs, though chicken is much tastier than egg yolks.

All the prisoners in the area under my jurisdiction are my hens, I will treat them well, let them have food and clothing, think about things, be more happy, more, more.

Human emotion is a wonderful thing. When you think it has completely dried up, it can still burst out with different deliciousness.

Is about to be dark, even if despair, joy, is endless.

As long as you have a soul, as long as you are alive.

Although the life in the castle is not short of anything, even the food is self-sufficient, but it always lacks some fun.

I find it difficult to communicate with my tribe, because their emotions seem to be very confused. I think they eat too much, so their brains are not working well, but I never thought it was because of the dementors I absorbed too many other people's emotions, so I lost my own emotions.

I didn't realize that I was special, I just thought it must be a character problem in the legend.

For example, he is an idiot and I am a smart person.

For another example, he is the irritable type, and I am the rational type.

It is difficult to communicate with the tribe, so I try to communicate with the food.

It's a pity that human beings can't understand the language of our dementors without using special discrimination magic. Although I once wanted to communicate with them with their eyes, every dementor is blind. To distinguish people by emotion, I think, even if I take off the hood and find that there are really two eyes on the head, it will not convey any meaning.

What a pity...

Maybe, I can try something called body language.

However, whenever I get close to those foods, their emotions are nothing but fear, mixed with some desperate and unconscious screams or murmurs, which is very disappointing.

I clearly have the instinct to control and suck pleasure as soon as I get close to humans, why should I still be afraid?

I didn't feel that I did anything wrong. These foods were discarded by their fellow human beings because they were guilty of sins, while my family just feeds on happiness, that's all.

The food chain determines everything. Lions and rabbits really can't fall in love.

So, I gave up.

I don't understand why I have so many strange thoughts, and I don't understand why I understand something different.

But it doesn't matter, as long as you have your heart towards our clan.

I decided to continue to find something for myself to do, and it would be even better if I could make some contribution to my family.

After thinking for a long time, studying for a long time, and investigating for a long time, it really made me think of a good idea.

For a long time, although our family has kept food in captivity and occupied every corner of the castle, the house elves who have made a contract with the castle to take care of the "feed" and excretion of the food can be described as very satisfactory.

But there is a problem, but it is always in the hands of outsiders.

Not just the freedom to leave the castle, but also the source of food.

What if one day, all human beings are kind, the world is peaceful, amiable, and crimes are greatly reduced?Some prisoners in the prison are always going to die of illness, and finally cut off the food source. Isn't it going to cause conflicts?

This is not possible. I deeply feel that the self-sufficiency of my family is not enough. In my far-sighted thinking, I found a loophole.

I decided to fill this loophole, so I came up with a way - let the magnetism and male food in the prison, mate and reproduce, food raw food, endless life...

The more I think about it, the more I think it is feasible, and the more I think about it, the more I feel that this is a genius decision, just like farming a farm, one generation after another, and you can sell it if you can’t finish it.

I am indeed a different kind of dementor. Geniuses are lonely, just like me.

I decided to start digging into the details, and I thought about two difficult things.

First, who will raise the newborn child, and how will they be raised?

Oh, by the great house-elf!

Second, how to give these little ghosts enough happiness, and then wait until they grow up, can they have happiness to dedicate.

After thinking about it for a long time, I couldn't think of a solution to the second problem, so I decided to practice the truth.

I plan to find two people to try first, but these prisoners who have been imprisoned in Azkaban for a long time are like walking dead, with no vitality, I don't like it.

I have always been a fan of using the best materials possible for experimentation, and soon I was waiting for this opportunity.

Azkaban has a new prisoner.

And there are a large number of them.

Since there were still two vacant cells left in the area under my jurisdiction, I was very honored to be assigned two new prisoners, which happened to be a man and a woman.

I am very happy and feel that the experimental materials for my great plan have been settled.

According to the regulations, each new prisoner can only stay in one cell, because they are afraid that the newcomers will be too energetic and will fight. , Men and women are also separated.

I'm not in a hurry to put the two of them together right away, and then have a dry fire or something, I decided to find out first.

I went to the female prisoner's room first.

According to the regulations, the doors of the cells are not allowed to be opened at will. Anyway, each cell is very small. We Dementors only need to stand outside the railings to feel the emotions of the prisoners and suck their happiness. When it is close, it is easy to lose control for a while, or drive the prisoner crazy.

But in fact, some of my clan members often open the door of the cell in private, because even then, the prisoners will never escape Azkaban, their emotions and smells betray them, as long as they step out of their own One step into the cell, leaving the cell without authorization, the only thing they have to do is to accept our kiss.

And some of my tribe, in order to taste the delicious soul without violating the rules, they deliberately create an illusion that you can escape, lure you out of your cell, and then catch you back and suck your soul.

They are immoral and I would never do such a thing.

I don't eat human souls, even if my instincts are eager, I only want their happiness, and I don't want to devour souls.

I guess, even if I'm just a dementor, but... you have to allow me to be picky eaters, right?

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I—a dementor, an ordinary dementor, is living a humorous and relaxed life in Azkaban Castle, with interesting research projects, plenty of monsters, and a happy life.