You are my sin uncrowned poem

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The Bishop was having his dinner when Dean arrived at the Bishop's mansion.The bishop's personal guard guarded the mansion, and no one was allowed to enter the mansion without the bishop's permission.They tried to stop Dean's horse, but Dean rushed straight in, yelling "fuck off".

It was actually very easy to stop a wounded man, and the guards ran into the courtyard where the peacocks were being fed, but they did not dare to offend the knight. Dean rode on the horse, glanced at the Bishop's personal guard, pulled the reins to slow the horse down, dismounted, grabbed the sheepskin bag, and strode into the gate without looking back in front of everyone.

The porch, the vestibule, the dining area is always behind the long corridor.The walls on both sides of this corridor are empty, filled with a strange atmosphere. Dean's movements hadn't returned to their normal agility, he stared intently ahead of him, barely pushing the closed door open with his left hand.

The bishop is enjoying a glass of red wine.For Dean's sudden visit, he seemed to have expected it, and he didn't look surprised at all.Putting down the wine glass, the bishop ordered the housekeeper to prepare a set of tableware for His Excellency the Grand Master.

"Do you like the peacock in the garden?" He wiped his mouth with a napkin, raised his head to look at Dean, and asked casually.

"Bake it for dinner?" Dean asked, grinning.

"You and I really have a heart-to-heart connection." The bishop laughed, and actually ordered the servant to kill the peacock.

"I'm not interested in peacock meat." Dean shook his head, approaching the bishop.The servants who stayed here showed nervous expressions. They all saw that something was wrong with the blond knight, but the guards outside did not dare to rush in. For a while, the atmosphere became tense.

"Are you feeling better? I heard that you were seriously injured, and you were almost carried back." The bishop was still calm. He asked about Dean's injuries with concern, and his expression was so sincere that Dean almost fell asleep. Doubting himself, "Sam seems worried about you, but when I asked him, he wouldn't say anything."

Hearing the Bishop mention Sam, Dean's eyelids twitched.He looked at the other people here, walked up to the bishop, and asked in a low voice: "I heard from Sam that you taught him a new method of exorcism."

"Did he tell you?" The bishop seemed a little surprised, he lowered his head and cut a piece of dried meat, chewed it slowly in his mouth, and swallowed, "I thought he thought you would mind this, so he wouldn't take the initiative to mention- -He seems to think you really, really care about the devil's blood in him." When the Bishop spit out the word "devil's blood," he slowly looked up at Dean, his eyes suddenly very evil.

Dean's heart skipped a beat and he almost reached for the knife in the sheepskin pouch.

That's not the look a bishop should have.

"He poured out his troubles to me like a child." The Bishop said slowly, as if he had no fear of the knife in Dean's hand that could easily kill anything evil.Picking up the glass and taking another sip of red wine, the butler brought in the cutlery for Dean.Silver tableware was placed on both sides of the exquisite porcelain plate, and the butler poured white wine and red wine into goblets respectively.

"He said he was a different kind and a devil. If it wasn't for his brother's request, he wouldn't be able to survive now. He said that facing his brother, he felt very tired, and they could hardly communicate well. How did his brother put his shoulders on his shoulders? How much pressure is exerted on him? He is so tired, can't his brother see it? He is so eager to breathe, doesn't his brother realize? He seems to want to get rid of it very much, doesn't his brother notice?" The bishop shook his head and murmured "poor kid," as if he didn't even notice Dean's pale face, "he said he wanted to help people whose skins were taken, he wanted to help his brother, so I taught him a new way- you know I'm waiting for this How long is the time? Do you know how many years I waited for the awakening of the devil blood in his body? Do you know how long it took me to finally—the opportunity to let you leave here temporarily and let him take the initiative to awaken the power in his body ?"

Amidst the screams of the servants, Dean rushed over and pressed the sheepskin bag firmly on the bishop's neck. The knife was in the bag. Dean's left hand pressed the back of the knife through the bag, and the blade was pressed against the bishop's throat.

"Tell me your name!" Dean growled.

"Azazel." The bishop blinked his eyes slowly, and under Dean's angry and surprised gaze, his eyes gradually turned a strange yellow, and he smiled slyly, "On one of the seven pillars outside the gate of hell is carved My name. I am the guide of the lord, and I also fed the demon blood in Sam's body--is he also my child, after all, he swallowed my blood..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Dean slapped him hard.The servants who couldn't hear their conversation at all finally couldn't help but rushed over and tried to pull Dean away, but Dean broke free from their hands, kicked them to the ground one by one, and ordered them to get out immediately.

"You all go out, this is a little private matter between me and Grand Master." Bishop--Azazel said calmly.The servants looked back and forth between their master and Dean in horror, and finally left obediently.

Dean's eyes full of hatred almost burned through the demon in the bishop's skin in front of him.So many unreasonable things can be figured out at this time.

The reason why the knights moved in was without any ceremony, because the bishop had to touch the holy knight who was also a holy object with his finger dipped in holy water.Although the brief touch may not affect him, it is the safest way to cancel the ceremony just in case.

The church is full of holy relics, and ordinary low-level demons can easily mix in. Dean has no doubt that it must be because Azazel polluted those holy relics with his blood, making them lose the protection of divine power, so the demons dared to do so Enter the room blatantly.

"The greedy bishop died a long time ago. I stole his skin and polluted all the holy objects with blood. The original demon also came at my summoning, so that I had an excuse to call all the priests and deacons together. I drip my blood into Sam's red wine every day, it doesn't need much, just one drop is enough. His power will become stronger and stronger, and the power of those demons eliminated by him will also be absorbed unconsciously by him. Azazel looked at Dean smugly, a disgustingly disgusting grin on his lips.

No one would think that the bishop is also a devil.

Dean blamed himself for not seeing this sooner.It's as if he pushed Sam to the demon with his own hands, and it was his own stupidity that made Sam get closer and closer to the demon, making Sam unknowingly accept more demon blood.

Self-blame nearly drowned Dean.He gritted his teeth and was about to take out the first blade to kill Azazel, but Azazel let out a triumphant laugh.

"Do you think I designed all of this?" He shook his head, looked at Dean with pity in his eyes, reached out to touch Dean's face, but he swung it away forcefully, "Do you think I awakened Sam? No , It’s you. You are the most important thing, Dean. When you appear, he will fall into the demonized state one after another for you. If the previous Sam has been in a sealed state, then the person who opened the seal is you. I But it's just to help him, it's nothing to worry about, and you are the root of his demonization. You think you are a holy object that can purify him, but--Dean, you are his original sin. The more you touch him, he The deeper you fall. You are the one who pushed Sam to hell."

The blood drained from Dean's face, it was the second time he'd heard such words.

Turns out he's been making mistakes all along.

He thought Sam needed him too, but Sam saw him as a burden.

He thought he was saving Sam, but in the end, Sam's demon blood was awakened because of him.

"You're lying!" He gritted his teeth and forced his mouth, and the knife was pressed against Azazel's throat even harder.

"Then just let yourself go." Azazel narrowed his eyes. "Poor Dean, the only value of your life is to turn your brother into a demon. If you don't believe it, just live as you want. You will Become the witness of the demon lord, and I, a nobody, will not be cared about even if I disappear."

The gap in his heart seemed to get bigger, and the cold wind kept blowing into that bottomless crack. Dean only felt the pain, and all other senses disappeared in this pain.He wanted to tell himself that the devil must be lying, and he must have a way to redeem it, but despair shrouded his heart like a dark night.

"Ah... By the way, did your father tell you how your mother died?" Azazel suddenly brought up a topic that Dean hadn't thought of, "I killed it. She protected Sam, crying and begging me... ..."

Dean was at a loss for words.

Anger and hopelessness invaded his brain like insects.

He felt as if he was crying, as if, he didn't know.

Because when he picked up the first blade, all emotions and senses were replaced by calm.

TBC

Note: According to the information above, the rich and powerful in the Middle Ages seem to really like to eat roasted birds... any bird is roasted... and ornamental birds are also roasted orz