[HP] The Last Demon King

What does it look like when a person is slowly dying?

Lucius used to think that such a picture must be full of thick and dark colors like ink. She might be lifeless, silently waiting for death to come, or she might lose control and indulge, collapse and cry out about the injustice of fate, or roar, Maybe going crazy, maybe despairing, maybe crying—but it shouldn't be such a peaceful appearance.

The orange-red sunset slanted on the light-colored wooden floor through the arched windows, laying out a light path, and countless dark red brocade flower spikes hanging from the ceiling swayed in the breeze, floating in the air. A faint fragrance from nowhere.In the extravagant and negative room, sitting in the shadow of the backlight, a girl with a faceless face is silently writing with a white quill.The atmosphere is calm and peaceful.

The girl put down the quill, picked up the wand at the side, and moved it lightly.

"Lucius."

"What?" Lucius didn't dare to take it lightly, and hurried up.

When he walked into the shadow realm, the girl's face suddenly became clear.It was a face so beautiful that it was rare in the world.When she was full of energy, this face was always calm and indifferent with ease, but now, the girl's brows are stained with morbid lethargy, her skin is pale, faintly blue, and there is a faint touch of light on her lips. The powder makes people worry that the wind will dissipate it.The whole person was filled with an abnormal chill, as if he had just come out of the freezer.

Even so, the sickness lingering on her body did not damage her beauty, but made her exude a strange and bewitching aura.

The girl's face that suddenly came into view made Lucius lose his mind for a moment.Many times, he would be confused by this face. Since when did he start to feel unfamiliar with this face?Does the gradual erosion of death also change a person's appearance?

Eridins Selwyn, the only descendant of the mysterious man, inherited her father's outstanding appearance, Lucius never denied this, but Lucius never felt that she was as beautiful as she is now at that time Thrilling.

No one can forget her after seeing such a face.

A change that Lucius couldn't tell was happening to her silently, and he was powerless to know it, and he was powerless to touch it.

"Business as usual," she wrote.

"I see." Lucius knew what she was referring to, and sent the letters on the table according to the designated method, that's all.

"Send the bottom one as soon as possible." Her eyelids drooped lazily, "I'm going to sleep."

Lucius understood that this meant her waking hours were drawing to a close again.Normally, he would silently wait for her to fall into a deep sleep, but today, he couldn't bear it any longer, and said aloud, "You haven't forgotten our agreement, have you?"

"How could you forget? The most severe loyalty curse—" Eridins looked up at him, a sneer seemed to flash in her black eyes, "...when Draco planned to kill Dumbledore, I Draco must be protected from Dumbledore, and if Draco fails in his mission, I will also protect him from the Dark Lord—" Her eyelids drooped slowly.

"...If I break my promise, I will pay with my life...Even after death, I will feel the pain of purgatory day and night."

The speed at which the light spots lined up in the air slowed down, combining intermittently.

Seeing that Aritins was about to fall into a deep sleep, Lucius couldn't help but raised his voice and said hastily: "Since you know, why-!"

It has been half a year, six months, from falling into a coma one day a week to losing consciousness several times a day, Lucius, as the person sent by the Dark Lord to take care of Eridins' body, knows best, but she does it every day What, reading letters, writing letters - these two things occupied most of her waking hours, Lucius didn't know what she was doing, but the letters in the mail became thicker and thicker, from several to In the end, a letter was as thick as a dictionary, but the letter she sent was still a thin sheet, just a few lines.

He once wanted to secretly open and check the contents of the letter before sending it, but no matter whether it is an incoming letter or an outgoing letter, there is magic attached, and as long as the recipient does not open it, it will burn itself.He could only watch the hours pass, while Aridins continued to read and write letters without haste.

He didn't believe that just a few letters could save Draco, if she was sitting in the room all day, how could she know in the first place when Draco made his move?If she couldn't catch Draco's whereabouts, how could she protect him? !

"Lucius... How many people do you think a person will meet in their life from birth?"

Lucius froze at the unexpected question.

"People... from birth, they are destined to live in a web that will grow bigger and bigger. When we have no weapons, this web will become our best weapon. All you see... is yourself The web in front of me, but what I see is... the world where the spider webs gather..."

"What I'm going to do...is to tear out the useful nodes from these spider webs...to reconnect them...weave them into one..."

"...Murderers...the sky and the earth..."

The last look Lucius saw before her eyelids fully closed was a cold, sharp, tingling pain down his spine—

Killing intent.

Eridins' hand slid limply from the arm of the chair and hung limply.There was no need to test her nose, Lucius knew that she had stopped breathing and her chest was no longer rising and falling. At this moment, she was no different from a dead person, and no one would answer even if she asked any more questions.

The setting sun completely fell, and the light band in the room disappeared, and it seemed that hope also disappeared.

Lucius' heart was filled with a heavy sense of depression. In the past, he dismissed Draco's comments on Eridins. At that time, Eridins was just a girl with good talent and outstanding appearance to him. Girl, it was excellent, but it was far from worthy of those evaluations made by Draco.But now, the more he came into contact with, the more familiar he became, the more terrifying Lucius felt about this girl. It was a kind of instinctive fear of a person standing in front of a huge, bottomless black hole. He guessed I can't see what this girl is thinking, and I can't see what this girl is looking at. She is standing here, but Lucius knows that he is not in the same world as her.

In a way, Eridins is a person more terrifying than the Dark Lord. She is like a rational machine, always doing the most correct thing, and she can't change her color when the god of death is approaching every step of the way. , what else in this world can shake her?

Draco had said that in half the time it took the Dark Lord, Aridins would surpass his accomplishments.And now, Lucius wants to revise this time, he is sure that as long as Aridins survives this difficulty, in less than two years, she will surpass the Dark Lord and become the...

The most terrible and cruel Dark Lord.

"What you said - is it true?" Lips as gray as lime could not be quiet, trembling uncontrollably, and Draco had an awkward, ugly crying smile on his face.

"Eridins—is she really going to die?"

"Yes... among the Death Eaters, almost everyone knows about it. The Dark Lord has not rescued her until now, and he probably won't in the future." Seeing Draco's expression, Nott's expression of suspicion slowed down. Slowly, some black monster seemed to be crawling out from under his delicate expression. He raised the corner of his mouth and looked at Draco with pity and viciousness: "Why, she didn't tell you? She never told you about this matter." I knew it from the night of the Triwizard Finals two years ago—”

Something in the head burst and shattered.

Draco heard the sound of heavy objects falling from his body, crashing, piece by piece, everything collapsed, everything was smashed to pieces, his heart, his love, everything he had been holding on to, was It fell apart in this instant.

What promises, what spells, all the means he racked his brains to reassure her, are just a ridiculous and powerless breeze in front of the hardest and cruelest heart wall in this world.She never trusted him and never needed him.

Being left far away was just his poor illusion. From the very beginning, he was not by her side.

She won't understand his love; she won't understand his hatred; she doesn't even know that he just wants to be needed by her.

He loves her with the highest degree a man can achieve for a woman: if his pride hurts her, he will abandon it; if his self-esteem keeps her away, then he will crush it; Unnecessary traits were bloody stripped from his body, just to get closer to her; his family, his friends, the concept of blood that he had always been proud of—he almost abandoned everything since birth to love her— —

She will never understand how heavy and painful this love is, and she will never know when this love burned most passionately, and when it was most desperately extinguished——