Angel on earth

[SOS was locked repeatedly, deleted more, and the expanded version is in concave 3, not me! ! !There may be some bugs or unsmooth places, and it will be changed to ORZ in the future. Here, there will be some unsmooth places, and the emotions are relatively lacking, but the overall plot has little impact. 】

Mikhail couldn't cry when he heard him say "I'm freezing to death", and hurriedly picked him up, dried his clothes and shoes and socks in a hurry, and was grabbed by the wrist just as he was about to continue.The doctor said:

"Don't worry, Misha. That's enough. If you go any further, you'll have another headache."

Mikhail pursed his lips, the stains left by his palm on the bandage looked like a pair of black eyes, and looked at Aaron without emotion.Suddenly, he raised his head and stretched out his hand towards the sun to grab it.

He grabbed it again, and then slowly squatted down with his head in his arms.Aaron pushed his glasses and looked up, feeling the warm sun shining on him.

The winter vapor slowly transpired, like thousands of golden souls in the sun, rising up towards the gloomy sky of Wakefield.

Aaron walked over without saying a word, grabbed the boy's wrist, and forcibly broke it off his head.Afterwards, the doctor held the medicine box in one hand and the wrist in the other, and walked out of the city in large strides.

The ground is dry.Never before had Mikhail been so clearly and strongly aware that Aaron was a vampire who was closer to the Church's concept of a "devil" than the monsters he had killed.The doctor's hands were like iron tongs wrapped in anti-scratch leather, and the power to drag him forward was by no means weaker than any of his former brothers and sisters in Lieyang City.

His brain and ears were filled with fierce screams, the heat flow of each exhalation was like blood overflowing from his mouth and nose, and his eyes were scorching hot with pain.But the hand only held him grimly, onward, downward, into the dark, noisy crowd, into the long silent wilderness.In fact, Aaron threw him into the carriage halfway, and even hired a coachman for distraction, but he held his head tightly, thinking that this road has no end, why does God blame people who gave up on the 40-year wilderness road ?He wanted to roll on the ground in pain, not because of his upbringing or because he was afraid of losing face in front of Aaron, but because of his long-standing fighting instinct.

Aaron paid, remembering to wish the casual coachman a merry Christmas, and was about to drag the tall boy into the house like a serf who would not work, and relented after two steps—if he have a heart.

He took Mikhail in and threw him on the bed, threw off his overcoat and coat, and undressed him.One hand of the vampire was stiff from the cold, the other was stiff from the constant exertion, and finally ripped the buttons irritably.Mikhail sat there motionless with his head folded, elegant as if he was confessing, but the doctor laughed nervously and angrily twice, the most vicious hungry ghost in hell would not appear so greedy.

Mikhail had a splitting headache and sat on the edge of the bed, not even daring to use the strength to squeeze his lips, his elbows gradually pressed heavily on the vampire's back.Aaron hugged his waist and leaned against him, as if Mikhail was not weak from the pain, but was deeply immersed in it.

"Misha, Misha, Mikhail," murmured the vampire, "my stomach is so warm. If you don't come to your senses, I'm going to tell you the last thing you want to hear. Misha Hayle, I'm so hungry.

"Misha, Misha, I haven't eaten for a long time. I didn't become a vampire all of a sudden. I was always very hungry at first, and I wanted to eat anything when I was too hungry. Fortunately, everything was so cold that I couldn't taste it. Out of taste, you can eat anything, but falling into the stomach is no different from a snow cube. Mikhail, don't you still look at me? Then I'll say, I'll tell you, in Chalek you taste like Christine, Christine..."

Aaron was talking nonsense there, and it took a while to realize that he hadn't taken off his glasses, and decided to leave it alone after thinking for a moment.

He regretted it again, and felt that Mikhail's elbows on his back were like two mountains, one was Mount Sinai and the other was Mount Zion, and millions of people were bleeding for them, and he couldn't bear it at all.He tilted his head and rested his head on the boy's lap, and said blankly:

"I'm sorry, Misha. I lied to you. I'm not that magnanimous. These two days should be mine. The rest can be used to send kindness to you... This sentence is probably lying to you too. My kindness is not enough. Okay, so it’s okay to post everywhere, but you’d better give me all your kindness, give me all... I really want it. Tomorrow is my birthday. In fact, this kind of festival is meaningless, but I don’t want to do anything. Wash up before midnight, and lie in bed with you all day long. Would you be more happy if my body could be softer and warmer? Misha, now is your weakest time, why do you pray for chastity? Put it next to our bed?"

As he spoke, he waved to the "Prayer of Chastity" as if to beckon her to come, preferably through Mikhail's spine and through his head and into the ground between his feet.However, the next moment, the long sword without scabbard really slowly floated up and fell into his hand.

Aaron woke up, screamed and threw away the sword and was about to run out, but this time Mikhail's arms really dropped to hug him.

Mikhail said in a low voice:

"It's not that I'm using you. I'm because... because I like you. When I was in Sunset City, when I was in Potosi, I thought-I don't know what it is or how to do it, I just want to Get closer to you. You can't say something like that, Aaron. . . I never thought about it, how can you say that?"

Aaron was overwhelmed by the tiredness in his voice, and opened his eyes for a long time in vain, and then those inexplicable anger and fear subsided little by little, turning into tiredness with nowhere to go.

He knelt on the ground, supported the boy's knees with both hands, lowered his head and said softly:

"I'm sorry, Misha. I just... I know you're having a bad day. But you can be better."

"I don't want to repeat this topic again, I love you, Aaron, what else do I know?" Mikhail scratched his hair and put his hands on the back of his head again, "...I'm going to wash my hands. Come back when it's clean, okay? I messed up a little—”

The doctor grabbed his wrist, bit his fingers, sucked them clean, then licked the dirt and grit from the backs of his palms and swallowed them.Mikhail tried hard to break free, and he pulled him back even harder, the muscles in his back bulging.

He licked Mikhail's left hand clean, grabbed his right hand, removed the bandages over his eyes, wiped his lips with the clean inside, and climbed up to lick his face.Mikhail knew that he should stop him but also knew that he would be sad because of it, so he could only beg with tears:

"Please don't do this to me, Aaron."

Mikhail clutched his shoulder and wept, desperately saying:

"Don't do this to me, Aaron."

"We haven't done this in a long time. Not since that night. Now I'm cold and hungry, and I can eat five cakes and two fish." Aaron said without emotion, "What's more, at your age... It's very bad."

"I'm healthy enough to endure!" Mikhail said immediately, and then added, "I can use my hands... I can do it myself."

"I can't bear you to do it yourself."

Mikhail wasn't stupid, but he was still easy to coax, so he diverted his attention: "Would it be different if you use your own hands?"

Aaron choked, and was discouraged all of a sudden. He pushed his glasses in disbelief, took them off and put them aside, and leaned forward to look into his eyes:

"Have you never done this to yourself, Misha?"

"No." Mikhail was also very puzzled. Seeing that he didn't seem to be angry anymore, he carefully changed the subject, "Isn't it used...only to become like this on you?"

"What about when I'm not around?" Aaron knelt on top of him, letting out a helpless "haha" laugh from his chest, "For example... in Lieyang City. Oh, I have to apologize again, but I know you Had this, uh, urge back in Potosí. Poor Misha, why would you think that about a bad guy like 'Arnold'?"

"What's the point of that?" Mikhail asked back, his voice gradually weakened, "And, and... At that time, I didn't know what to do."

"Oh, Misha. That's uncomfortable, isn't it?" Aaron said sympathetically, "You should ask me. At least as a professional doctor, I will teach you how to solve it yourself."

"Then I won't do it either." Mikhail said stubbornly, "If it wasn't with you, this matter would be meaningless. That's what the Bible calls fornication, and I'm not interested in it."

Aaron's eyes widened, watching him for a while speechless.

After a while, he muttered: "There is nothing shameful about this in itself."

"Yes. But I have no reason to do it."

"But you're facing me...?"

"Then I'll do it with you."

"At that time, I will definitely reject you."

"So, we didn't do it back then," said Mikhail. "You see, isn't it a matter of course, Aaron?"

Aaron laughed angrily at him: "Are you teaching me here, Father Kupala?"

"You're the one teaching me, Master Edwards." Mikhail muttered back, puffing up his cheeks and turning away, "...I'm going to boil some hot water."

"Hold me over."

Mikhail just held him in one hand to wash his hands, face and hair, folded the clothes he had taken off, and wiped him. Then he walked slowly back to the bedroom, took out a sheet from the box, and called it Straighten it and replace the original one.

He sat on the edge of the bed, with Aaron still sitting on his lap, not saying a word.

After deliberating for a while, Mikhail decided to say something he might like to hear:

"I've been wanting to see you since I was eight years old, Aaron. There's supposed to be that illustration in the Gospel of Calvin, that's...Maximilian Dubois drawing—you. Rollins has the original Well, when I was eight years old Isabella gave me art lessons and took me to... see. Then I fell ill and couldn't go to the field for two whole months."

Aaron blinked his eyes and checked the calculation several times, then raised his head and asked him:

"When you were in the Siegfried Federation, on the way to chop off the emperor's head, did you see a huge white tower near the 'Grave Hill'?"

"I've seen it. I've even boarded it."

Aaron sounded as conciliatory as ever: "And do you know where that is, Misha?"

"The bell tower of the Abbey of the Holy Spirit, one of the greatest buildings in the Siegfried Commonwealth. I was there to preside over the requiem mass, the nine of the 'Council of Nine'. Did you do it, Aaron? Then I I really shouldn't bless them." Mikhail said angrily.

"Of course you didn't bless them."

Aaron looked at his drooping eyelashes, touched his lips, and slowly stroked his soft white hair:

"It's me you bless me. I go out there and use up the last name and start over as 'Harry'. Candy Kane begs me to hold her back a little bit and don't let those nine make any deal, I forget Nope, I don't care, I killed them all. Have you ever seen a pirate, Misha? Maria told me that pirates would tie up nasty enemies and tell them to walk down the gangplank one by one. Finally I climbed to On the diving board, when I close my eyes, I hear someone call me, he doesn't know my name or what I am, but he loves me, and no one ever wanted me to live so much, maybe Candy Kane and Micah yes, but you love me, you want me to be happy, you repent for not being able to save me, you cry for me for so long...you want me to wait. Listening to that voice, when I woke up, I was in Potosi."

If he had known this before, he would have been so happy that he would have lost sleep, he would have laughed, and he might have rolled in Mikhail's arms, but now he was a little disappointed.But Mikhail's eyes were still wide open. Aaron used to be a tutor for a family. The young master of that family ran downstairs on the morning of his birthday and saw the pile of gifts in the living room.

Mikhail's voice was a little dry, but soon he was as happy as ever:

"So, so I actually saved you?"

Aaron brushed past his raised hand, slid down nimbly, and knelt between his legs again, resting his chin on his knee:

"Misha, Misha, I've always had this premonition... When I was in Chalek, I didn't want to see you at first, because I knew you were Mikhail Ku at the first sight in the forest Pala, I'm afraid you're the one who saved me. But I can't help it...Since 'He' called me to Potosi, cried and begged me to live, and told me that something good will happen in the future, then why It can't be you? I knew it was impossible at the time, but if..."

"Misha." He lowered his head and clenched his fists, "Did you... feel pain at that time?"

Mikhail finally knew what he was up to.

"Aaron," he stared at the darkness in front of him, and gently pressed his hand on the top of Aaron's head, "I have never been sick except that time."

Aaron started tugging at the pants he hadn't had time to button up and said, "Come on, Aaron."

"Misha, Misha, I'm sorry, Misha. But I..." The vampire pressed his pale hands on the boy's thighs, and his lowered voice sounded hoarse, becoming a blatant temptation, "Don't say I don't say this, Misha. I don't mean to apologize. I don't do this to anyone. I just... Misha, let me... let me taste. I really like you, and I like you even more tonight Yes. I was talking nonsense just now, and it was all because you hurt yourself and said angry words."

"Are... are you hungry?" Mikhail pursed his lips, trying to smile prettily.

"No. I'm sorry, Misha, that was just angry words, I said nonsense. Are human beings worthy of being compared with you? That's not the case." Aaron quickly changed his words, rubbed his face against him, and rubbed the obstructive person again. He took off the glasses and threw them away, and murmured, "...I want to get closer to you. I know you are sad today, but today is Christmas Eve, and I want to do this with you, and then I will be in and out I have you."

"Aaron, I—"

Mikhail's expression was blank, his eyes were slack, and he opened his mouth looking at the darkness, not knowing how to answer.Now he's immersed in it with all his heart.Like every time they kissed long enough until he warmed and softened Aaron's lips and tongue, Aaron would live because of him.

He didn't want to be the branding iron stuck in the throat of a Federal serf, so he took Aaron's cheek and pushed him away, stammering:

"No, I, I don't want this, Aaron, you're going to hurt."

"I want it, Misha. It doesn't hurt if it hurts too much, but it's always cold when it's cold." Aaron said hoarsely.

For a moment, Aaron closed his eyes, imagining that Mikhail would fill his heart instead of the strange but longer-lasting flesh and blood.A smile requires a lot more muscle than that.

Mikhail heard something—perhaps the heart of Mithra—beat four times quickly, then three times more and more slowly, and then two struggles separated by a distance, and everything returned. silence.

"For humans, your taste may be very good." Aaron commented while holding his knee, "I didn't do it for the taste...but your taste is really good. Misha."

He thought for a while, laughed out of relief, sat on Mikhail's lap, looked at him and shouted: "Bread and wine!"

As soon as the words fell, he himself giggled non-stop, almost crazy.Mikhail smiled too, his blue-purple eyes were curved and flowing with gold, looking as dazzling and innocent as when he was 16 years old.

"Okay. I'll save you. But I'm sorry, I'm the only one in the Kingdom of God. When you came, there weren't as many angels as the twelve battalions to welcome you."

Aaron's smile froze.Mikhail was still smiling psychedelicly, groping his cheeks with his hands, feeling the remaining temperature of himself overflowing continuously.Aaron and he would gradually become warm and soft as he did these things, and the next time he would start still cold and stiff, and he didn't tire of it.

"Smile again." Mikhail begged, "Although I can't see it, you must look good now."

"Then say it, Mikhail, good Misha. You know what I want you to say."

Then Mikhail said meekly: "This is my body, eat it; this is my blood of the covenant, which is shed for you today for the forgiveness of sins."[8]

Aaron's lips moved closer, rubbed against the young man's graceful and fair neck, and then popped out his fangs and pierced in.Mikhail's blood was exactly the same as when he was 16 years old, and in Chalek, he thought that childish, long supplication and prayer was just for him to taste this before he died.

Mikhail arched his back and buried his face in Aaron's collar.

"It's okay. It won't hurt." Aaron patted him on the back, "You can come in directly, I have no other use here."

"It will hurt." Mikhail stood up abruptly, kissed him on the cheek indiscriminately, found his lips, turned his head angrily, and whispered, "It will hurt. Please don't get used to it... Aah Len."

Aaron found helplessly that he was crying again.Misha always cried when doing such things, as if it hurt like hell.But think positively, he wouldn't shed so many tears for anyone else.

"Your tears are sweet too, Misha." Aaron said thinking of this, "Have you ever eaten manna? Only saints can eat it in this age. Of course I don't have that honor, but your tears taste It must taste so sweet."

Mikhail carefully laid him flat on the bed, and said, I also want to get closer to you, what does the scar have to do with it, I can't see it.The boy's eyes looked so sincere and pitiful, he had no choice but to follow suit.

Aaron rubbed against him, "I'm sorry, Misha. I'm just like this. I'm always cold at first. Fortunately, it won't change too much in the future."

Mikhail's body temperature rose again, like a winter sun that can regulate its own temperature.He gave a short smile and bent down to kiss the curls on the top of Aaron's head.

Then the forehead, eyebrows, eyes, nose and lips.

There was no light in the house, and it was already dark in Wakefield.Aaron relaxed a little more in the dark, and even smiled slightly.His voice was slightly hoarse, with a subtle allure.

Mikhail kissed his chest, and he couldn't even react to the stress.Mikhail took him in his arms, and he forgot his name, or even what he was.

Mikhail hugged him from behind in a rare way.The boy's chest was tightly pressed against every invisible scar on his back, and Aaron's entire spine made the sound of iron chains shaking in his body, and soon he was powerlessly wrapped around the pile of bones and fell into his embrace middle.

Mikhail was kissing his chin, cheeks, the bridge of the nose and lips, and he could see the cute white hair and the little half of the cheek with blush when he opened his eyes a little.Mikhail hugged him just right, a little more would make him feel pain, and a little less would make the doctor vigilant enough to hold him back.

Mikhail's breathing sounds like coquettish flattery, anyway, Aaron thinks so, and will grab his arm and try to kiss him, Mikhail will bow his head and lick the water droplets on his eyelashes.

Now Aaron was warm from head to toe like a Potosi spring.He was held tightly in Mikhail's arms. In fact, he didn't have the strength and thought to resist if he didn't do so, but he liked Mikhail like this.Mikhail had been brought up to not want to dominate anyone, but he would always grab Aaron in this way, and that was all Aaron wanted.

Mikhail rested his chin on the top of his head, pressing his cheek against his throbbing chest.He knew his favorite and somewhat frightening part was coming, Mikhail stopped talking, didn't call him "Aaron" like before, if he didn't answer to avoid screaming, Mikhail Mikhail has to be wronged; Mikhail's young body, which is far taller than human beings and not up to the standard of gods, enveloped him, like a young tree embracing a reed in early winter. He could only hold Mikhail tightly. Il's arm fell into a deeper sense of guilt uncontrollably.

It wasn't until he tremblingly said "I'm full" twice that Mikhail stopped, let go of him a little, and lay on his side on the pillow.

Through the twilight of the boy's pupils, he could vaguely distinguish the blush that hadn't faded on the young and beautiful cheeks. On the well-behaved smile, they seemed to be just a little shyness when seeing the person he loved from afar.

Mikhail turned his face sideways, raised his chin slightly, and asked for a reward.So he gave him a kiss, took the initiative to lean on the other person, and after a while, he reluctantly raised his hand and put it on the white hair.

The doctor's fingers trembled violently. After trying several times, he could only press the boy's head against his chest and whispered:

"Sleep, sleep, my dear Misha. Thank you ... for everything I suffered."

Mikhail's hairy head rubbed against his thin and dry chest for a while, and after finding a place he liked, he said in his usual crisp and loud, but slightly sticky voice:

"Good night, Aaron."

"Good night, Mikhail."

·

Aaron had a sweet dream.

Occasionally he would also dream, usually dreaming that Mikhail was dressed in a pope-like robe of red, white and gold, with a girdle around his waist, a triple crown on his head, a scepter and a holy grail in his hand, and the jewels of the Garden of Eden were sprinkled from head to toe. Walk slowly on the cloud-like stairs that ascend to heaven.He ran after him, his feet and calves were suddenly separated, the blood line cracked, followed by knees, thighs, and then wrists, elbows and shoulders, he scattered all over the ground like a puppet with broken strings.He gasped like a living man, his lungs whistling like a bellows, and his heart burst like a dead Harry.Never mind though, he's a vampire, he doesn't need either—yet, his right eye fell out with a dull sound like a small ball, as if an ice pick had loosened the mechanism between the part and his head.Finally, the left eye, the world is completely dark, and he will wake up from his dream.

Nor did he lie to Mikhail.The rupture in the dream is not painful, and it is far from being a nightmare.He could still see Mikhail in his dream, what's wrong?

But tonight, he dreamed of a Sunday when he was six or seven years old.Father Roberto and brother Harry were waiting in the lobby early in the morning. He was late in bed and stuck out his tongue at them guiltily. The organ above his head shone solemnly under the candlelight; And the scarf wrapped him bulging.Mother Catherine, wearing a Sunday dress, led her sister Lily, who was one year younger than herself, down the stairs.

It is snowing outside.

--split line--

Because of the modification, many things have been deleted, so here are a few hundred words of settings.

World view setting: The original text of "Sun God Code" only said that the earth is divided into four poles, but ancient scholars believed that the ground was flat, and it was difficult for navigators to overcome the magic power of the ocean itself and the magical creatures in it. For a while, it was believed that the world was pyramid-shaped and that ships had to be careful when crossing the four "ridges".It's actually a near-cone, with the Arctic Ocean, Abaddon's domain, and Ascension at the top, and the Reaper's Land and the Endless Sea to the south, from which no one has survived so far except Candy Kane.

Setting of the Narrow Gate: The gate of trials brought by the Second Coming Son in the Second Jihad was originally a gift, but as Mithra was polluted, the "narrow gate" was also polluted, from the "gift" It has become a kind of robbery in disguise, only under the guise of "exchange of equal value".Souls with any kind of worldly desires (including saving others and simple food and clothing) enter it, and they will lose part of themselves while "realizing their wishes", similar to the black contract.The soul that walks out of the narrow gate is not because of "purity", but because its desire has been "fulfilled".

The world and time presented behind the narrow gate are also unfolded according to the wishes of the souls who are being tested, and what is shown is more of "the wishes of the tested" than real possibilities.For example, Mikhail wants to save Aaron, so he enters the scenario of "can save Aaron", but he will be hindered by various obstacles, so the polluted "Mithra" can take away more things that belong to him (but Kostroma and "Aaron" repaid for him); Stanley met the needy behind the gate, gave his heart voluntarily, and left the narrow gate contented, thus becoming a saint, and So crazy.

The power setting of saints: very idealistic, essentially a second-level god, but not very dependent on believers, but "love" can be added (after all, this is the pure love channel) (no), always very neon boy manga The kind of I am strong, so I am strong (Japanese Western fantasy).Appearance is more of a psychological factor, and the closer to the critical point of youth and teenagers, the stronger it is (as for the reason, of course, the author is good at it), such as Micah and Mikhail.Although Isabella's mentality has collapsed due to various reasons, she is still very strong. The reason will be written later, but there is nothing to hide. In short, she is also eating God.Candy Kane is a real magician who borrows the power of various gods and nature, similar to the Templars in this article, but the former actively borrows the latter and basically can only passively accept it; the essence of other wizards and mages is still to seize.

Vampire: Warning of the Same Enemy.jpg At the beginning, the church did not focus on Aaron, but he began to focus on it after he changed Mithra's heart.Because half of the souls were sent away, the perception of pain was reduced, and the tolerance and recovery were higher than others.

The author says:

Langguo [Basic Russian language] has a backup. If you are a fan, you can search for numbers or text names. After reading it, you can cancel it. Just for safety reasons.

Five loaves and two fishes is the New Testament stalk of Jesus feeding two thousand (or thousands) people with five loaves and two fish.

[8] Adapted from Matthew 26:26~30, Jesus pointed to the bread and wine and said, This is my flesh and blood, which is poured out for you today.Eat it and you will be saved and live forever (but I will definitely go to hell for writing this kind of stuff).

·About this dream, in order to avoid misunderstanding, I directly spoiled it, if I don’t want to watch it, I will skip it quickly, and don’t take it as a story (because the computer side segment of the story seems to be missing on the mobile phone side, so buffer the nonsense for a while): It’s not a dream , through the narrow gate.At present, the door is in Misha's spirit, and in a rather mysterious state, Misha has taken over the narrow door.