Angel on earth

The downburst is like a tsunami or divine punishment from heaven, sweeping in all directions. The gray and white water curtain rolls in the wind and shakes the ground.

The water curtain surrounded the holy city, stopped the pursuers, and the pouring rain diluted the blood on the two of them. Aaron leaned back against Mikhail, patted his arm and laughed.In the dark, cold and damp autumn rain, Mikhail seemed to have successfully snatched the young Mr. Edwards from the bad luck behind the narrow gate. They left their suffering relatives and the chaotic church to flee.

Mikhail said loudly against the fine raindrops: "What are you laughing at, Aaron?"

"Misha, Misha!" Aaron laughed again, and he could see the beautiful and silly smiling face when he looked up, "Aren't you curious what story I told Lily? This is it! That should be Vivian Fairy tales from Ruth Island...you're like a princess! Harry married Princess Dinah, now it's my turn!"

Mikhail arched his back, rested his chin on his shoulder, and rubbed his lips against his neck and collar: "Not Dinah. It's me."

"How did you become stupid?" Aaron raised his chin and arched his face, and looked sideways at the pair of blue-purple eyes that twinkled with stars and lightning at the same time, and gradually couldn't laugh, but it wasn't because of panic.He muttered:

"... Long, long ago, there was a beautiful princess. She was taken away by a witch when she was a child, and she was locked up in a very tall tower, waiting to become the witch's elixir. The tower has no stairs and no doors , only the top window. When the witch wants to go up, she shouts: "Put down your hair!" Fa put the witch down. From childhood until the age of 16, the princess lived on a high tower with no friends or relatives, and she could only look into the distance day after day.

"One day, a knight passed by the tower and saw the princess singing by the window. He fell in love with her at first sight. He shouted loudly and waved at the princess. The princess had never seen anyone other than a witch. She was startled and went Put down your hair and ask the knight to go up—it turns out that she didn't understand what the witch said 'you can't let others come up', and she had never seen 'others'!

"They met many times, the prince said, I will find a way to rescue you! The princess was very happy, but she still separated before the witch came back. The smelly man asked what happened to the princess. The princess couldn't answer, and the witch was very sad: her elixir was contaminated! So the witch cut off the princess's long hair and threw her to Moses. They walked for 40 years without water and food The next day the prince came to the princess with a rope and looked up and cried, 'Let down your hair, dear!' The witch hung him up and screamed, 'Your princess is dead, It's all because of you! The crows ate her, and they will eat you, so see you in their stomachs!"

"The prince let go of his hand in pain and fell from the tower. He didn't fall dead, but was wounded, and the crows pecked out his eyes. He wandered in the woods, eating grass roots and berries, walking dead. After several years, he came to the wilderness. He was hungry and tired, and finally passed out on the ground. He was found by the princess who came out to look for food! The princess wanted to eat him, but in the end she fed him the water that she had finally found. He took him home. The prince was tortured beyond recognition, and the princess couldn't recognize him. If the prince could still see, he wouldn't be able to recognize the princess..."

"You liar!" cried Mikhail. "Why would you tell such a story to your sister? It's not a fairy tale at all!"

"That's what I said." Aaron grinned badly, looking at the crystal clear gray field in front of him, and said in a low voice, "Lily always speaks ill of me, so I always bully Lily. If Harry is not here, I just tell her bad stories, anyway, I can read and she doesn't, and she likes my stories even more!"

"It's too much," said Mikhail.

"That's what mortal brothers and sisters are like." Aaron wrinkled his nose. "We fight and hold grudges. It's completely different from the unrelated guys in the church. But when the war comes, we all want to let others Run away first. Harry and I wanted to send Lily away first, and Harry wanted to lock me in the cellar, but Lily was the first to die."

"What was this story originally like?" Mikhail leaned forward and kissed his lips.There is no purpose, just pressing on it for a while, like a white bear holding a jar of honey snatched from humans.He had grown a lot taller, and Aaron quietly estimated that he was [-] to [-] centimeters taller than himself, but he was still a naive fool.

Aaron held his right hand and said: "It's not a princess, she's called Rapunzel. Her parents ate the witch's lettuce, so she was taken away by the witch to pay off the debt when she was 12 years old. So, she doesn't know everything. Fool. In the wilderness, Rapunzel recognized the Prince at once, and wept in her arms; and when her tears fell into his eyes, he saw them, and took her home and lived happily ever after."

Mikhail suddenly hugged him tightly, although Mikhail always hugged him suddenly along the way, but this time it seemed to be different.Mikhail, who is almost 19 years old, still looks like a child who only cares about the things he likes, and said happily: "So you like me too? You liked me when you were in Chalek?"

"Oh, Misha, Mishenka!" Aaron looked up and sighed, "What are you talking about? Candy Kane said they are replacing you with Mithra, you are not really a Mithra Terra?"

"No!" Mikhail pulled out a silver chain from his collar and showed him the brass key, "You protected me."

Aaron was stunned, and suddenly let out a cry of joy, turned around and rushed to kiss him.Mikhail was overwhelmed by his sudden enthusiasm, but he kissed him back willingly; they had learned to share everything now, and even the roots of their tongues were numb and limp by each other.

The bouquet of flowers was still tenaciously alive, and Aaron pushed it into the mud, and even the black robe he was wearing was swept away by the wind and rain.He clung to Mikhail's warm body indiscriminately, grabbed his sleeves, and shouted some unknown words; Emile ran up a hillside, and the sound of the storm and the falling trees disappeared in an instant, and the silent grass Only a large banyan tree with intertwined roots rustled its branches and leaves.

Mikhail helped him fall off the horse and rolled onto the dry grass.

Aaron's black robe turned out to be a festive formal dress, with a bow tie on the collar pin chain, and two red and white roses stuck in the coat pocket.He casually tore off the decorative chains and gems, took out a long, thin, flat wooden box from the inside of the vest and threw it aside, and lightly bit Mikhail's ear.

This time it was Mikhail's turn to be stunned.His lips were as pale as his face, as if he had encountered some terrible disaster.

"What's the matter?" Aaron was so happy that he ignored Mikhail's frantic expression staring at the urn at the moment, "Don't even think about it. The key belongs to me, and the ashes belong to Harry. Obviously! I know them all. Thank you, Misha! Mishenka, I know it's you... I won't ask where you came from!"

When he looked at Mikhail again, the boy's expression had returned to normal, gentle, kind, with a little lingering innocence.He suddenly began to feel embarrassed, let go of Mikhail, buttoned the buttons, straightened the sleeves, picked up the box that was thrown aside and stuffed it into the belt under the vest, and took a step back.

Mikhail took two steps on his knees and said softly and lowly, "Aaron."

"Ok?"

Mikhail looked at him, lowered his head, and moved his neck meekly.He put his forehead on Aaron's shoulder, pulled away one side of his collar, and solemnly swore:

"I'm yours."

The hair on the back of the boy's head fell softly and smoothly, exposing his white and elegant neck.Aaron opened his mouth and swallowed.

With a little expectation, Mikhail whispered: "Try it. It's been almost three years, don't you want to try it?"

Of course I want to.There shouldn't be a vampire in the world who doesn't want to drink his blood.But Aaron just took off his gloves, touched his neck, straightened his shoulders, and smiled inexplicably.

"Misha, good Misha." Aaron asked him softly, "What do you know?"

Mikhail sniffled: "I killed Rollins, and beat his head to a pulp!"

Aaron snorted: "What are you proud of? What else?"

"I'm sorry," Mikhail said, "I went through the narrow gate, but when I entered the dungeon, I was pushed out..."

Aaron screamed with sincerity: "You came out through the narrow gate! What are you doing with me?"

"I like you." Mikhail pouted his lips, and Aaron had no choice but to kiss him again, and said, "Thank you."

Mikhail paused, and whispered awkwardly: "Later I went to the dark cell and opened the door. Isabella and the others destroyed all records... I didn't know much. But I saw, Saw a lot of blood and...I don't know...I'm sorry! I mean, I too...I hurt you."

Aaron hurriedly said, "Small injury, it doesn't matter."

Mikhail looked even more sad: "Then do you still hurt now? I know it hurts when the weather is cold. We will always be together in the future, and I will not let you be cold."

"Okay. But, it doesn't really hurt...I'm sorry, Misha, I knew you were soft-hearted back in Potosi, and I pretended to lie to you! Actually, it doesn't hurt. I don't feel anything."

Aaron secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and felt extremely guilty.If he had known him earlier, he would have told Mikhail his name directly, and all the past and sins had nothing to do with Mikhail.But Mikhail should know...he has a right to know.But……

"Anyway, forgive me." Aaron said hoarsely. "As long as you forgive me, I am innocent."

Mikhail didn't seem to know what he was talking about: "You did nothing wrong, the church is guilty, and I am guilty of harming you without distinguishing right from wrong."

"Forgive me." Aaron looked at him, twisted into a ball with shame and fear, the Philosopher's Stone on his chest seemed to be mocking him, trying to rush out of every piece of his skin, "I..."

"Okay, I'm coming, don't say anything depressing!" Mikhail stopped insisting, and pressed his palm on the top of his head, his voice flowing like poetry, "I wash away all the sins on you. Your sins are forgiven Now, Aaron Young Edwards, stand up safe and sound!"

So Aaron turned his head to kiss his wrist, grabbed his wrist again, climbed up on him and kissed his lips.Teenage lips tasted like fresh rose petals, with a touch of mist and silk.

"I'd lie to you, and I'm lying to you now. That's who I am, and I can't get over it. I won't tell you everything, and I won't—"

"Say it whenever you want, I stay with you, you can do anything, to me or to anyone else, and I am responsible for pardoning you. You are now the purest person in the world, the Holy Son of the Church I forgive you!" Mikhail touched his lips once, and said hurriedly and confusedly, "There is no need to feel guilty...and don't regret it, Aaron, don't regret it. You asked me to find your name, and I found it. - Aaron Young Edwards, I will take you from all plagues."

"Is this guilt?" Aaron asked softly, blankly, "for everything you have done for the church?"

"Do not."

Mikhail's palms gently but unquestioningly straightened his face, forcing him to look into his eyes.Aaron wanted to say, but you have nothing but stars and the universe in your eyes, but he couldn't bear it, Mikhail hugged him so tightly and kissed his lips, as if there was nothing in the world other than kissing him. Nothing else.

He looked into the distance through the folds of the boy's clothes, and murmured:

"...Then, come and save me."