[Comprehensive] The Great Devil

It hadn't been a real holiday since Serra left England.She stayed in Paradise Valley for five years, and then traveled around the world with Sherlock, witnessing the occurrence and resolution of many strange cases as a traveler.During the ten years before and after, Sera never revealed her identity, but when she had a premonition that the last moment was coming, when she said the words "it's time to say goodbye, Sherlock Holmes", she It is clear that some kind of understanding and regret can be seen from the detective's eyes.She guessed that although he couldn't prove his origin, he somehow knew something in his mind, but it was a pity that he didn't succeed in getting Sierra to confess his guilt until the last second.After they said goodbye to each other, Sera left that world without hesitation.

The first second after she regained her consciousness, she asked the snake.

【who I am? 】

The snake spat out the letter and looked at her, seeming to be smiling, but it was difficult to see a clear smile from those inorganic eyes the size of soybeans.It tilted its head and slowly circled Sera tightly, and a familiar voice sounded in her mind——

[Didn't you already remember it, dear Sierra? 】The snake hissed,【You have already guessed, at the beginning of this holiday world, 'you' had already awakened, so you had time to stab the man a second time and end him.It's a pity that the moment of awakening is always very short, and it disappears in your existing memory-don't you only remember later that you are the real murderer? 】

Sierra was silent.

The snake is right, this is the biggest revelation left to her in this world-the moment when Selah truly became "Selah Jones" was not lying on the bed.When she opened her eyes, she found that she was holding a sharp fruit knife in her hand, and the man who tried to molest and threaten her was lying on the ground, staring at her with unbelievable and angry eyes, and kept cursing her , did not believe that she would really dare to put him to death.And when Sera's previous memory came back in an instant, she just smiled, went forward without hesitation to make up the second knife, which was the fatal knife, and then calmly and easily arranged everything on the scene, and then resumed fell asleep.

In other words, the reason why Selah can get rid of the suspicion without any flaws is that apart from the flawless on-site work before, when Sherlock Holmes saw her, she really thought that she was not the murderer.It's just that the memory gradually came back, and she realized that she woke up earlier than she thought-and this was the truth of all murders in the world.

She began to ponder the mystery of who she really was very early on.Although Beckman in the wizarding world was taciturn and patient and cowardly before, it was as if poisonous hatred was hidden deep in her bones. It was only a matter of time before she broke out.Araratani is warlike by nature and has a bloodthirsty desire that is completely opposite to that of elves. Her soul has long been polluted, and Sera just makes her stronger.Milt is a complete femme fatale, with deep scheming and vicious means, and she has a different kind of obsession with destroying the world.The flame of vengeance was hidden in the witch singer's heart, and she endured the humiliation just for the sake of an explosion in the future. If she was given the chance, she would slaughter any Asir who had insulted her.Mority, a descendant of the Mafia, is the most ordinary one among them. Because of her young age, she survived facing the most terrifying enemy in the world.Even the last actress, Jones, withdrawn, sensitive, suspicious, extreme...

Although these people Serra once lived with are not exactly the same at a glance, there is a striking similarity——

Almost all of them faced hopeless desperation just before Sera's arrival.And each of them is not a good person.Some are wonderfully gifted, while others are mediocre and uninteresting.She thought for a long time why these so-called "Sera" became her, until this moment——

【They are all replicas of my failure - I am not what I was before awakening, right? ] she asked.

It's just that something unexpected happened in this world.Or to be more accurate, she really started to wake up, sooner than it thought.

【who I am? 】——How should it answer this dreadful question tactfully and accurately?

Snake pondered for a long time, and finally finally opened his mouth after thinking slowly——

【A long, long time ago, you, my dear, among all the powerful ones... only you, recognized as the most dangerous, the most violent, the craziest... and of course the loneliest one】The snake hissed,【 Your power is very powerful, I don't even know how to describe it... You torture those sinners in your eyes, and their fate will even make other judges feel pity... I don't mind, you have no friends, yes— — not a single person.They fear you like a devil, what's more frightening is that you are not only powerful, you are even the most cunning of all...]

Sierra narrowed her eyes.

[You always say, "Destruction breeds new life", so you will not hesitate to destroy everything that is about to decay, and you never give people hope... In terms of your status, you are indeed very evil, dear, It even made your creator start to be wary of you, be wary of you, thinking that maybe one day you will take his place and exercise judgment... I have to say that his worries are not unreasonable, everyone will think so—including I】

The snake rolled its eyes, 【So...now, do you know who you are?You know...why go through all this cycle with most of your memory lost? 】

Serra lowered her eyes.

【Probably know】 she said.

From "death" comes "new life" - since this has always been her creed, then it all becomes quite understandable: if a creator stronger and more incomparable than she contemplates and begins to want Except her, and since she was once the most cunning of them all, there is only one choice left for her——

die.Then resurrect.

Thinking about it this way, she didn't have to ask who the person who set up the so-called reincarnation was—it could only be herself.

The meaning of the existence of the snake is to help her find the real Sierra one by one.To return to self and retrieve memory in an irreversible and eternal way.Then, there is the new student.

[So, I think, there are only two next—up to three worlds] Her voice was calm.

[Yes, Sierra] The snake replied like this, and then paused, [——then, I think you probably already have an answer in your mind about the world you are about to go to? 】

She's been through so much, but there's still one thing she hasn't really tried—

【Immortality—】snake said, 【Go, my dear, find the source of your true power in the emptiness of nearly infinite time, the existence that no one can contend against -- the existence that belongs only to you】

Like a black rose in full bloom, it symbolizes the beauty and withering of death.Bring eternal destruction and death to all those who have hurt you, knocked you down, and stood above you.

……

……

hot.incinerate.Boundless grilling.

In a trance, it seems to have returned to the initial moment of being in the sea of ​​fire.

Sera slowly opened her eyes.

The first thing you see is a cloud of smoke and red swaying sparks.Then she discovered, at this very moment, that she was firmly bound to a wooden cross, surrounded by a high platform, and beside it was filled with dry pyres, from which the fire began to burn and spread, and the flames were bound to spread. The fever was getting higher and higher, and it was gradually licking towards her, so close to suffocating death.And the instigator of all this—the group of ragged, black-skinned and brown-skinned believers under the high platform cheered loudly because of the purifying flame, and even danced excitedly.

She heard among them a crackling howl with an exotic emphasis, like a song, but more like a desperate scream as usual—

"Burn the witch!"

"Burn her! Burn all the shadows of demons!"

"The Lord will bless us—the grace of the saints now gathered together, my heart is comforted—"

Sierra was almost blinded by the rising smoke.But she still endured the burning pain, and slowly lowered her head, watching the flames approaching desperately inch by inch, as if she was going to lick her stained skirt in the next moment.She watched the crowd singing and dancing, thinking that burning her to death was to purify the evil, and she was silent for a few seconds before suddenly jumping into the raging flames, and spoke hoarsely.

"why?"

She asked.

She recalled everything that had happened before this identity.

In the United States in 1802, Serra was just a low-born slave at this moment. In the eyes of people with status, a slave at that time was not regarded as an independent person at all. The wealth of thinking ability is nothing more than it can be owned by more powerful slave owners.Her mother was a slave, and she was born after an affair with an unknown businessman who passed by from other places.There is no doubt that she is also a property belonging to this southern plantation.

But different from other "property" is that as a slave, she is really beautiful--even Sera herself would be slightly taken aback when she saw her appearance, and the description of "beautiful" does not apply to her Not exaggerating.Because of her exotic ancestry, her eye color and hair color are different from ordinary people - long curly platinum hair as thin as dust in the Milky Way, and a pair of extremely rare and unique violet eyes.Pale complexion and slender body.She didn't look like a slave who could do menial work at all, and her looks surpassed any high-society lady.But also because of this face that can arouse the hatred of all men and crazy women, the opposite sex will show favor to her and finish all her duties first.And the woman never stopped talking behind her back, chatting miscellaneously.She has realized that she is unusual since she was a child. In order to survive, she has gradually become more smooth and low-key, and rarely interacts with people actively, thinking that this can reduce the attention from the outside world——

But she was still too naive.

She is a slave.And slaves have no personal freedom.What's more, her master is still a man, a man who has no resistance to beauty and is weak and bully, but married a shrewd shrew anyway.

Sera knew that the male master had been coveting her for a long time, and she had felt the unusual gaze of the other party from the time when her body began to develop.But she also knew that although the hostess was friendly and noble on the surface, there were vitriol and sinister jealousy in the depths of the eyes that the other party occasionally cast, and she was very familiar with such eyes.She has always avoided direct contact with the hostess and hostess, and lived in this plantation tremblingly, hoping that another richer and nobler gentleman might come to rescue her.Someone did come to rescue her, but the other party was neither rich nor noble, but a conspiracy full of calculations——

If there is a so-called original sin in this world, there is no doubt that it is "beauty".And as beautiful as Serra, even if she is purely innocent, she will not be forgiven by everyone.

—A plague began to break out on the plantation, and many people died.And Sera's mother knew a little about herbal medicine, and taught this knowledge to her daughter, timely prevention and targeting allowed her to temporarily avoid the threat of death.But whoever disclosed the news that she would go out to the forest to pick herbs every day, these mostly ignorant slaves began to blame her for the outbreak of the plague, thinking that she was a cursed witch.The men who had shown her affection in the past stayed away, and the women who were jealous of her scolded her even more through gnashing of teeth.In the end, with the acquiescence of the host and the active arrangement of the hostess, she was sent to the stake as a witch who spread the plague.

Before she died, she knew that there were many instigators behind all the conspiracies and coincidences, and the masterminds were her shrewd and noble mistress and many female slaves who shared the bed with her.And in this era, once dealing with witchcraft and heresy, there is no doubt that the ending is very tragic.

Sera lowered her head slowly, looking into the eyes of the man in front.That was one of her suitors who wanted to burn her to death at the beginning and persisted until the end.

"Why?" she asked.

This man has done a lot to send her to the stake.Once a man has jealousy, it will only be more terrifying than a woman.

The other party seemed to understand her mouth shape. Guilt and admiration appeared in his eyes for a moment, but he was quickly suppressed by another look, and he only said one sentence.

"Because... you are a shrine maiden who brings destruction and death. You are born sinful."

Born sinful.

Sera couldn't help laughing, holding back the choking cough from the thick smoke, and said in a low voice while laughing, "It turns out...beauty can also be a kind of original sin..."

The man held his head high, staring at the woman's face in the flames.The pair of violet eyes that once haunted him and haunted him until now, under the scorching of the dark sky and the flames, were like will-o'-the-wisps burning silently in the void.There was even a meaningful smile looming on the corner of her lips.This made the originally pale and weak slave girl seem to be a different person just before she died, with a depraved, dangerous, treacherous and cold-blooded beauty.Facing the flames that were about to burn to the hem of her clothes, she did not scream in despair and panic like all the other heretics who were purified, but just calmly looked down at them, a group of people with different thoughts.That look... On the contrary, it aroused instinctive trembling and fear in the bones of the man under the high platform.

He seemed to vaguely hear her say something, more like mumbling to himself.

"Before tonight, I am not a witch."

"After tonight...yes," she was smiling, "you're right—"

"I will bring destruction and death to all of you..."

I don't know if it was because the rising flames gave him an illusion in his eyes. The man actually saw the iron chains binding her wrists and ankles on the cross on the high platform, which began to slightly twist and melt. !

In the raging flames that can burn everything, there is a vague and ghostly singing voice——

"If I burn,"

"You burn with me!"

The author has something to say: Note——

"If I burn, You burn with me!" If fire destroys me, you will perish with me!

Awaited.In fact, it is because the steamed buns are as hot as steamed buns after moving to a new house, so I can’t get up to think and type... Those of you who envy the air-conditioning wifi watermelon [crying

There are probably two more worlds left for this article to end.The next one is ABO and the last one may or may not have been written.I probably won’t be able to write about fast travel in the future, and my style of writing is more suitable for writing long novels as a whole.

And... Thranduil has over a hundred fan favorites.Unsurprisingly, that novel must be a drama-style novel. Do you really want to see me write Dawang Tongren? 【serious face