Did the Demon King hug the hero's thigh today?

"Witch?" Sebastian looked at the quasi-pope suspiciously.

"That's right, the witch," the quasi-pope blinked, "is a puppet who made a contract with the devil and sold his soul to you."

"Nonsense, the human soul is nothing more than a piece of cake to us." Sebastian rolled his eyes in disgust: "Are you stupid enough to sign a contract with a piece of strawberry cake?"

After that, he looked at the "human-shaped dim sum" surrounded by black mist, and murmured, "And it's not as delicious as yours, I'm too lazy to bother."

"Huh? What did you say?" The quasi-pope raised his head in a daze.

"It's nothing," Sebas prevaricated, "Go ahead, what happened next?"

"Later? Then the king believed the pope's words and wanted to burn the puppet of the devil. But the queen admitted that she was a witch in public, and at the same time swore to the Holy Light with her soul, insisting that everything had nothing to do with the little prince, and begged to burn herself first. .”

"It's strange to say that after the queen was burned to death, the stake that tied the little prince could not be ignited anyway; at the same time, a gap was cracked in the holy light sculpture in the center of the execution ground. Therefore, the pope had to announce The little prince was not under the control of the monster, but was cursed by the devil."

The heterochromatic pupils dilated slightly, shining like a cat's eye gemstone in the dark, Sebastian whispered: "Could it be the holy light?"

"Yes, the great Holy Light is most likely to be awakened by prayers in a desperate situation. After all, at this time, the energy can be harvested to the maximum extent, so the former high priest made a deal with the Holy Light." The prospective pope Grinning the corners of her mouth, she said with a smile, "The desperate mother traded her own soul for the life of the little prince. What a fair exchange of equal value."

"My experience is the same as above. It's just that the souls of commoners are indeed inferior to the High Priest. Three souls are exchanged for one life."

His Excellency the quasi-pope is a good storyteller, the ending is clean and neat, without a single extra word;

Sebastian is a witty listener. Hearing this, he has already guessed the second half of the story—in Oleo's luxurious Kingsize four-person sarcophagus, the one buried is the family of witches who were burned to death; The three who sacrificed their souls before being burned alive must have been the quasi-religious leader's mother and siblings.

As for how the young man in front of him survived alone, how he entered the Holy See of the Holy Light, and became the High Priest of the Holy Fire, it was another long and heart-wrenching story.

Wax tears dripped down the white candlestick, and the wick burned silently.

The faint candlelight cast a swaying shadow on the prospective pope's face, skillfully hiding the fleeting sadness.

Sebastian looked at the blurred silhouette in front of him, and suddenly felt an inexplicable emotion in his heart.

As if feeling the burning pain of the holy light of the soul for the first time, this feeling at this moment is also the first time Sebastian has experienced it in a thousand years.

It was as if an invisible hand pierced through his chest, tightly clutching his heart, and the pain made his heart tremble.

"Stupid human beings." The mayor of the Demon King City is proficient in 360 skills such as housekeeping, cooking, financial management, ancient building renovation, fighting, and demon secrets, but he is not good at comforting.

"Huh?" The quasi-pope raised his head, "Hey, you...!!!"

A devil's lips are cold, but his tongue is hot.

The quasi-pope looked at the heterochromatic pupils in front of him in surprise, feeling the cold, hot and gentle kiss of the devil.

N years later, Sebastian interpreted this kiss as: when a monster in a hungry state faced a high-density negative emotional field, the body made a predation behavior close to the food source due to the automatic predation instinct of physiological inertia.

Talking about magic words: The millennium old devil who has been hungry all day, can't wait to pounce on him and finish his dinner with a not-so-elegant posture.

Facts have proved that the age of hundreds of years is not in vain.

In the face of unexpected situations, although Sebastian was also very out of tune in his heart, he did not show any timidity in his actions. The specific performance was: his mouth kept pecking kisses, but the strength of holding a whip in his hand In contrast, His Majesty the Pope-to-be was so kissed that his mind was dizzy, his usual cold wrists became weaker and weaker, and the sword of the brave in his hand could not be held securely until he was buried. The invisible little black cat took the opportunity to slap its paw on the ground, only to regain its senses.

"Pretty boy, you demons have no heart!" The quasi-pope exaggeratedly clutched his chest, pretending to be in pain and shouted, "You are too cruel and ruthless! You just finished holding me and chewing on me, then turned around and kicked me Already!"

"What does the devil want to do?" Sebas frowned, raised his foot and kicked the sword of the brave far away, tightened the whip in his hand, pulled the man in front of him, and whispered in his ear: "May I If I kill you, I will give you this heart to play with, how about it?"

In an instant, the bright flames burned the darkness away, and the dancing flames climbed up Sebas's long black hair along his fingertips; the quasi-pope blinked and smiled softly: "Our pretty boy's heart, I want to live!" Take it."

"That's right, His Excellency," Sebastian raised the tails of his long and narrow eyes carelessly, and a seductive smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He let go of the whip in his hand, and praised with a devil's unique charming voice, "The villain is here!" You should stick to your own personality, the melancholy expression just now is not suitable for you at all."

"Hey, pretty boy," the quasi-pope turned off the fire when he saw this, raised his hand and pulled the leather whip that was loosely wrapped around his neck, and sighed, "You don't look like you Lord Demon King at all!"

"Shut up, Lord Demon King won't allow you to comment," Sebas glared at him, "By the way, where is Lord Demon King?"

"Your demon king and the brave are lovingly wandering around the world and throwing dog food together. I don't know where he is... Uh, don't bele, a good cat can't go back on its word! Hey, hey, I said I said... I want The captured demon king is fake, but a puppet that cooperates with my acting."

Sebastian finally withdrew the whip in satisfaction.

The quasi-pope, who regained his breath, shrugged his shoulders and said nonchalantly: "After all, I don't need a real devil king in my script, as long as your devil king doesn't come out to hinder me, I won't bother with him. "

"Hey, why do you want to be the pope?" There was a chuckle in the darkness.

The gradually dilated pupils emitted yellow and blue light, and the devil's whisper sounded again, "I know it's the sacrificial circle."

"Hahaha, are we handsome cubs or high-level demons? So professional!" The quasi-pope rubbed his red neck while raising his head and laughing, "What else can we do? Of course it’s old-fashioned revenge.”

The black mist around the man suddenly thickened, as thick as a puddle of insoluble black ink.

In the boundless darkness, a calm and indifferent voice resounded loudly: "I will make them pay the price."

Sebastian couldn't help frowning: "Them? Who else? Aren't all Oleo's people dead?"

"Not enough. I want everyone, everyone like them - the filthy priests, the stupid congregants, the regime in collusion with the Church, to pay the price together."

"Instead of believing in a pedantic and disgusting Holy See and a group of unconscious forces, it is better to believe in me; rather than being shrouded in darkness and despair without knowing it, it is better to directly destroy."

While talking, he suddenly laughed, "Oh, I look like a devil, don't I?"

"Like." Sebastian silently stared at the densely packed "long-term meal tickets" covered in black mist, and his pair of heterochromatic pupils became brighter and brighter.

Still a delicious devil, Sebas thought.

Sebastian turned back into the form of a black cat, jumped onto the man's shoulder with precision, and pressed his paw on the slightly swollen lips of the Pope. "Your Excellency the Pope, is it particularly exciting to announce the villain's declaration in the church? Shall I prepare an iron horn for you?"

"Wow, pretty cub!" The quasi-pope grasped the fleshy cat's paw, blinking his eyes excitedly, "Are you caring about me? Your heart grows too fast, doesn't it?"

"Shut up!" The black cat slammed its tail on the prospective pope's wrist.

As the quasi-pope wailed, the black cat skillfully kicked on the pope's shoulders and jumped onto the top of his head, finding a comfortable position in the long light chestnut hair.

"Stupid human, go back quickly, I should go to bed."

"Huh? Pretty boy, you demons also go to bed so early? Shouldn't you be wandering the streets in the middle of the night?"

"Early?! How early? It's 10:30 and you still don't go to bed! Only young demons who haven't fully grown hair will do this! They will know when they are five hundred years old-staying up late will not only make the devil change Ugly, and it will aggravate the hair loss! You go faster, I tend to lose sleep after eleven o’clock, and when I lose sleep, I tend to be irritable. If I get irritable, I might accidentally kill you...Stupid human beings! Don’t laugh! Laugh again I'm the only one who will tell all the stray cats about your evil plan!!!"

"Oh, by the Holy Light, Lord Demon, please hold your mouth high..."

In the distance where neither the cat addicted nor the one being masturbated noticed, the door of the auditorium was gently pushed open and then quietly closed again.

There was an imperceptible light sound.

The author says:

Long time no see~