Angel on earth

(The following is the green purification version! I hope this chapter is safe, the next chapter is safe, today is safe, tomorrow is safe, and going in and out is safe...)

In the vast wilderness, the wind howls, the rain pours down, the gravel and broken leaves are flying in the air; there is peace under the banyan tree, there is neither cold wind nor cold rain, and the chest of the young knight is like a river in the middle of which is heated by the sun. It is as hot as a hot stone, but it has the unique softness of young people.That sun, unlike the remains of the sun god that had been burning in Aaron's chest for over 200 years, would open its arms to embrace him, protect him, and warm him instead of destroying him from the inside out.

"Aaron." Mikhail buried his face in the collar of his coat, which felt wet almost immediately.Mikhail sniffled and said: "Why did I have to come so late?"

After a long silence, Aaron said softly, "Yes."

His eyes were wide open, and he looked vaguely over Mikhail's shoulder into the distance, and Mikhail's clothes blocked the left half of his face.More deeply than when he had just been injured, he realized that he was blind in one eye.He wanted to look in the mirror, which he hadn't looked in a long time—hope he wasn't as bad as he thought.

The boy and the young man closed their eyes one after another, and Aaron slowly opened his mouth, his cold fangs wedged into Mikhail's blood vessels.

The prophets of the old age led the people to leave the heresy-occupied Golden Continent, cross the floods of the Noah Plain, pass through the uncultivated wilderness, and cross the ice and snow in the Galaxy Mountains.The people had nothing, they could only look at the staff in Moses' hand, praying that God would drop manna for them, so that the rock would crack and a sweet spring would flow out.But Moses and his elder brother Aaron, who brought them faith and commandments, committed the felony of arrogance and blasphemy, and died close to the target. Their descendants established the city of Lieyang in the fertile land flowing with milk and honey.

The blood of the chief priest of Lieyang City boiled along the vampire's throat, disintegrating everything along his stiff limbs.Aaron sucked Mikhail's neck in a small sip, and soon his eyes were slackened, and he didn't even have the strength to suck blood; maybe the two brothers fell to the ground and waited for the believers to enter Canaan. The sky and white clouds swirl overhead.

He lazily licked the two blood holes, and moaned softly in his nasal cavity.Mikhail's face was flushed, and a small stream of hot blood rushed out of the wound and wet his lips.

"...Misha, Misha, I'm sorry..." Aaron raised his face and said with a confused smile, "Originally Fred Hunter would go to Lieyang City with you, but I know you can't I beat Isabella and the others... But so what? I have fought the battle I should have fought, and I have run the distance I should have run... I am going to rest, they will punish you and ask you to give it to me I light a fire. I am not alone until I die, you are the kindest and most deceitful man in the world, you will shed tears for me, that is the crown of righteousness reserved for me by the sun god Mithras.[1]”

Mikhail entangled him in fear, but said clumsily: "From now on I will always be by your side, I will light a fire for you, and I will burn which church you point to... You don't have to Endure the pain, Aaron, I will, I will protect you. We will be together all winter, then spring and summer, fall, will you be better as long as it is warm enough? I..."

He was confused and incoherent, but Aaron sighed dreamily: "That sounds so good."

Mikhail's heart was beating fast, and his cheeks and whole body were hot.He closed his eyes tightly and didn't dare to look at Aaron, but Aaron kissed him around his neck, clasped his right hand and reached into his skirt, and touched the ointment he used to wipe his hands.He loved these two hands as much as he did Master Edwards's, but when he grasped Mikhail's slender and soft right hand, he was so frightened that he almost gave up everything. He hoped that Mikhail didn't know anything, that way Only Mikhail can be happy forever.

Mikhail didn't know how to face the current situation at all. He wanted to hug Aaron and rub against his body, which was similar to rubbing his chin on his chest and shoulders, but it seemed different.Aaron just touched his fingers and he felt the irresistible tide pushing higher, burying them both in some hell.

Both hands finally took out the tin box from their pockets, and they were shaking violently. Mikhail asked tremblingly between kisses, "Do you want to open it?" Aaron said yes, so he crushed the box It's like smashing the head of a brother or sister.Their hands were full of herbal ointment, and Aaron pinned him down on the grass, it felt weird, looking at Mikhail's face Aaron never considered him a "man", he was at most "Youth", God should have no gender.

Mikhail was startled, and Aaron leaned on his shoulder and whispered, "Don't be afraid, Misha."

Mikhail asked: "Are you afraid?"

Aaron licked the healed wound on his neck without answering.So Mikhail slowly closed his eyes, letting himself be buried by the waves.

Aaron didn't say a word, because he stopped breathing completely, and if there was even a little air flow, the scream in his chest, nose, and soul would be brought out.He was shaking more and more violently, as if his whole body was in some kind of delirium convulsion. When was the last time something penetrated his body so deeply?It was iron bars, knives and guns, and stool legs. The priests held candlesticks to observe the blood and flesh on his legs, hands, stomach, and metal wood growing together.But Mikhail was hard and flexible, warm and powerful, not like an offense but like some kind of protection.

Mikhail finally realized what was wrong with him, and asked in panic: "Aaron, Aaron...are you okay?"

"I...I don't know." Aaron's dream was interrupted, and he said angrily, "I...I just know how to do it, but, but...I don't know!"

Mikhail understood at once.He attacked with a kind of innocent cruelty, holding Aaron's back and neck and pressing him, now, Aaron, how are you feeling?I'm sorry, I've been thinking...ha...I've wanted to do this for ages, I didn't know it was, but I've always wanted to...do this with you tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow. ...will we be together forever?I want to follow you all the time.Hi - can I?I give you more.Aaron, Aaron...

Aaron almost didn't even have the strength to tremble. When Mikhail moaned and chattered deliriously in his ear, he could only lean on the other's beautiful collarbone and lick the skin of the young saint with violent ups and downs. Sometimes his fangs would be scratched a little, and the river of Eden was on his lips, and he didn't even have the strength to roll up his tongue to lick it off; Take everything from him.

When he came to his senses, Mikhail had already fully recovered, but his waywardness and greed overflowed unbelievably from the corners of his mouth and eyebrows.Aaron's pupils dilated and contracted unconsciously, and finally realized that he was crying, as if he had been dragged by a vampire from the gate of heaven and turned into a mortal.

"Mikhail, Mikhail," Aaron said in a hoarse voice, intermittently, "I forgot...I don't want to remember. What should I do, what should I not do...I don't know. Maybe I do want to hurt ordinary people, like the church says... kill a lot, and then go... But Mom and Dad, they won't go to hell. What about me? Where will I go?"

"I'm sorry." Mikhail kissed his lips tremblingly, with tears streaming down his face, "but I don't know what to... I'm sorry. I don't know, but I'll follow you, okay? Where are you going? Just go wherever you want, even if you go to hell, you won't be alone, I will accompany you...let me go to hell with you."

Aaron hugged Mikhail so tightly that he almost felt he was being clung to by a king cobra; he had killed a king cobra whose desire to prey was far less than a vampire's instinct to survive.Aaron bit his earlobe and cheek indiscriminately, and bit his shoulder so hard that it was bloody, and said:

"Hold tighter."

Mikhail clasped his left shoulder with his left hand, and hugged him tightly with his right arm.If he was standing, he would be as scared as holding a child or a puppy by the buttocks lest they be taken away by the swords and guns of war, but in reality Aaron was lying on his cloak, with the tip of his nose on his shoulder sniffing him The smell of the earlobe.Guilt almost overwhelmed enthusiasm and passion, he was held so tightly by Mikhail, as if he was going to eat Mikhail whole.

Mikhail hugged him in the other direction, kissed his lips and eyes, the drooping golden eyelashes were pious as if kneeling in a temple to confess instead of kissing a vampire under a tree in the wilderness, sweat flowed like tears from the corners of his eyes slide.Aaron was completely and easily disassembled, and he was bathed in the late spring sun from the inside to the outside. The air smelled of decaying flowers and leaves, and the wind was cool. The illusion of fever seems to have crossed the boundary between life and death and returned to the world.

In the end, Aaron stared blankly at the top of the tree with one light and one dark green eyes, feeling unprecedentedly satisfied and tired, as if a long time ago, he and his brothers, sisters or classmates were rolling in the snow, Head inside for a steaming bowl of creamy soup before dark.

He had forgotten the sun and the smell of soup.

A kiss landed on Aaron's blind eye before he squinted his eyes comfortably and moaned.Mikhail knelt on the grass, hugged him and cried softly.

Mikhail picked him up carefully, bowed his head and kissed his lips.A few hot tears fell into his eyes in the pale, morning-star-mist sky, and he warmed up again.The storm was still circling and whistling beyond the hills, but Mikhail only saw the gentle, sleeping starry sky, and Mikhail was smiling sadly at him.

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The author says:

[1] 4 Timothy 6:8~[-] I am being poured out now, and the time for my death has come.I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith.Henceforth there is laid up for me the crown of righteousness, which the Lord, the righteous judge, will give me in that day; and not only to me, but to all who love his appearing.

Completely go concave 3 search the name of the text, it is not me!There is no scarf for the time being, just greedy for life and afraid of death.