Angel on earth

"I...I don't..."

"Please, Rita, don't do this. I can't kill mother, but we can get out of here, like the doctor said. Let's go to Dauphin, shall we? The capital of Aerys, I will take you to Lige Look at the end of the Leine River, where the beach is golden and bright, without fishy smell and industrial smoke; there are tall and dense street trees on both sides of the King's Avenue, and there are various shops and open-air cafes on the banks of the Leine River. Full of trendy dresses, big fireworks every festival... we could live there until mum dies, or never come back."

Batista was incoherent and sobbed from time to time.Margaret looked at him, took another step back, and then covered her face and began to cry.

"But, but your mother knows everything, and you know too...why do you treat me so well and pretend nothing happened? You said that...you said it! We can still pretend that nothing happened huh? Mother—Mrs. Perrin said..."

"Why not? Not pretending it didn't happen, I love you, I don't care! Fuck you, now you're the mistress of the house, you're the honorable Madame de Perrin. Haven't we been atoning? We Saving so many lives is not as good as a rapist and an embryo?" Batista took off his coat and put it on her shoulders, and grabbed her shoulders with two big hands.

"But I care." Marguerite looked at him with red eyes, "Do you love me or pity me? Are you for me or for yourself? You are very kind, Batista, if this matter makes you Your conscience won't go away, and I'm totally—"

"Okay, then, Rita." Master Perrin interrupted her, but did not immediately explain, took a deep breath, closed his eyes, opened them after a while, and said calmly, "I planned the turmoil last month .The original plan was for them to go to the monastery and kill a few people, then I provide a boat for them to go wherever they want. How do I know that niggas will go crazy and kill ordinary people? Damn! Aaron Edwards doesn't go to the black all the time Do you want to get into the crowd of ghosts? I thought... I thought they were still human."

Marguerite's lips were pale, and her blue eyes rolled around stiffly for a moment before looking blankly at Batista.

She said slowly:

"Do this...do this for me? You're going to hell, Batista."

"But, according to the laws of God's Code, you can't go to heaven, Rita."

Batista said softly, leaning over to kiss her lips.

During the turmoil last month, the old lady Perrin was in the monastery.

In the night sky, the first snow of Yaranburg in winter is slowly falling.There were bursts of exclamation and laughter in the house, and the Perrins hugged and kissed in the courtyard that was getting colder; Mikhail sat in the carriage, holding a heavy cloak, and he wanted to wait until the end of the banquet. Let this fur warm up.

By the end of the party, the snow had fallen heavily.Mikhail drove the carriage to the front door of Larson's house ahead of others. It was very impolite, but he was an impolite Abaddon barbarian. Everyone was waiting to see his jokes. Such a kind Mikhail Kupala also doesn't mind bringing some jokes to the masses.

The boy was wearing a light black tuxedo and pointed leather shoes, with a cloak over his elbow, and broke into the courtyard with a black umbrella.The butler of the Larson family hurried out, grunted when he saw him, rolled his eyes, and ordered the door to be opened for him to enter.Mikhail thanked him, and the first thing he saw after entering the door was Aaron who was chatting and laughing with Margaret.

Of course, the smile was not obvious, but Mikhail knew he was in a good mood.At this time, people left one after another. When Aaron saw him, he quickly ended the topic and walked towards him.

Mikhail bent over him and put a fluffy cloak on him, saying, "It's snowing outside and it's cold. You should wear more, Aaron."

Aaron said, "You'll come anyway."

Mikhail didn't answer, just smiled smirkly.He likes Aaron's more and more willful temper, which is different from the waywardness shown to outsiders. This is a kind of sweet, secret trust and dependence.

Holding Aaron's shoulders, he helped him pull up the collar of his cloak, wrapping him in it.At this time, Mr. and Mrs. Martin were about to leave. They were walking towards the side hall. For some reason, they all looked at this young and handsome Abaddon boy with a ruthless expression. They vaguely felt that he was more glamorous than anyone else in the arena.

Sergio suppressed the weirdness in his heart, and said with a joke: "Look, it's your favorite Mikhail, Sophie."

Sophie pushed him, but her elbows were still hooked to him. She turned her head and said with a smile, "Where did you buy this cloak, Doctor Edwards? It's bright and thick, and it's rare to be complete."

Sergio also noticed it, and exclaimed: "This bear is probably [-] meters tall!"

"Thank you for your compliment, Mrs. Martin," said the doctor briskly. "This is my Mikhail calling from the Violet Mountains. As expected of an Abaddon, he said he killed the brown bear with a single blow, Then it was skinned. Well, Mikhail is about the same height as a bear. If you order hair oil these days, the bear fat in it comes from the same bear."

Mr. Martin said: "Can he talk? No offense, he never talks. I thought he was dumb."

Aaron's small half of his face was submerged in the soft bearskin: "He's just embarrassed. Come on, say hello to everyone, Mikhail."

Mikhail nodded, bowed slightly to the others, and said in Abaddon: "Then, that's it for tonight. It's time for the master to rest."

The people around giggled, and Batista said sympathetically, "At least he can hunt bears, Dr. Edwards."

Mikhail took an extra look at him and saw that he and Margarita had made up as before, and they were hugging each other arm in arm.But Aaron didn't give Mikhail a chance to salute again, and told him to hold an umbrella and take him into the carriage cursingly.

Most of the people who came to the banquet at Larson's house were residents of the Fountain District, and Aaron lived alone on Friendship Avenue.It was late at night, and there was no one on the road except the night watchman.So soon, Aaron stuck his head out of the carriage wrapped in a bearskin, and bit Mikhail's ear.

"What are you doing, master?" Mikhail turned his face sideways, his dark blue eyes shone slightly, and his slightly curly black hair set off his white skin, making him look like an ordinary and dangerous human teenager.Aaron couldn't resist biting him again. No blood was seen, but he licked it anyway and said:

"I'm sorry, Mishenka. How can those pigs have the right to make you bow your head?"

"It's just a movement." Mikhail drove the carriage slowly, snowflakes came quietly and fell on his black hair.Aaron says:

"Go around Victory Square, Mishenka."

Without asking why, Mikhail drove the horse around a corner.Aaron looked around to see if there was no one around. He leaned out his entire upper body and put his hands into Mikhail's lapel.After leaving Lieyang City, Mikhail was surprised to find that happiness is such a simple thing.Snowflakes came, and he blew them away in one breath.

The Victory Cathedral is the center of the city. There is an obelisk in the center of the square in front of it, and a statue of a prince with gold leaves on the top of the column.

The carriage stopped in the square, and Aaron dragged him into the carriage, opened the curtains, Mikhail blew on the small window, and the snowflakes stuck to the glass disappeared without a trace, but a cloud formed inside. A layer of white mist.A thin layer of snow had already accumulated on the ground of the square. As far as the eye could see, there was snow flying everywhere, and the light from the gas lamps could not penetrate the night.

Aaron chose this place for no other purpose than to wait to go home.He fidgeted in the banquet hall, thinking that he had left Mikhail alone.

The carriage for two was not too small, and Aaron still straddled Mikhail, hugging his neck and kissing him.Mikhail held his wrist, warmed his waist, knees and ankles in turn, the pupil in the center of his eyes slowly disappeared, and the dark blue slowly faded away.

But the two didn't dare to do it to the end in the carriage, they just leaned together for a while.Aaron took off his shoes and shrank into the bearskin, sat on the boy's lap, pointed out the window and said:

"That's the Happy Prince."

Mikhail glanced at the statue: "Have you told Lily this story?"

Aaron looked him in the eyes. "No. It's a recent story, by a Noren author. It's not a fairy tale! But I like it, and I think Lily will like it too."

"I haven't seen it yet."

"The church won't let you see it either." Aaron said and giggled, "He was put in prison a few days ago!"

"Artists always have to be captured by the world to create better." Mikhail replied.

Aaron asked, "What about you?"

Mikhail didn't answer, and Aaron said, "You are."

"I'll be 19 in a few days."

"That's only 19 years old. You are still very young...you are still young."

"Don't talk about it!" Mikhail yelled, "I have my own judgment. What does being young have to do with this matter? I won't regret it!"

"But I will." Aaron put his arm around his shoulders, "You still have a lot of time to regret it, let's wait a little later."

"You can't do this to me, Aaron." Mikhail bent down, rubbed his chin on his shoulder blades, and hummed, "There is no one like you in the world. You are right, I just, So if you leave me, I will be alone from now on."

He murmured: "This is the happiest day I have ever lived, Aaron. In the church, all excessive emotions are not allowed, and we have mercy on the world. Now, I live like a human being, just like you , we are the world.”

"I'm not human, and neither are you. We'll never be able to truly fit in with them."

"Yeah. So don't you understand?" Mikhail smiled, cupped his face, looked at him and said, "Only us. You have to live well, not for revenge, but for me, OK?"

Aaron looked away: "But I was the one who made you suffer all this."

"Real pain is better than false happiness. I don't like lies," said Mikhail.

"I said I'd lie to you all the time. Maybe not all the time, but now..."

"You're different! It happened for a reason, and it's also because of me..." Mikhail argued naturally, and Aaron was amused by him:

"Okay, Mikhail. You are so kind... I can't think of anyone who is willing to abandon you! We will stay in Yaranburg, and when we are discovered, we will go elsewhere. We don't mess with the church , and do nothing good or bad, I live for you, you live for me, and nothing else. Sit down a little longer, it is still early. I will tell you the story of the Happy Prince!"

The author says:

The background is special, please don’t hunt wild animals at will in reality ()

The story of the happy prince is adapted from the happy prince written by Wilde.