The protagonist is always seen

Emerald didn't understand, he didn't accept such ambiguous statements, but before the day he understood, everything would be different.

He didn't understand what happened. After one night, the previous glory was gone. His mother took him and the child to flee, while his father, Edman, was a little behind to deal with the pursuers.

He had heard a few words in the middle of the night.

"Assassination, Rebellion, Clan, Abandon."

From these few words he pieced together a terrifying truth.

His father, who assassinated the leader of the clan, betrayed the clan, and was therefore wanted by the entire race.

Emerodd couldn't figure out why such an excellent father would take such a path.

When his father apologized to his mother guiltily, he had seen it more than once, which let Almerod know that his father Edman clearly knew the consequences he would bear for doing such a thing.

But he didn't have time to think about anything, the continuous assassination and pursuit made everyone overwhelmed.

At such a difficult time, Emerodd let go of those hostility instead.

Perhaps it was because the clothes on Deoman's body were always stained with blood when he came back. Amorod and his father reached a tacit understanding. thing.

Deoman was tired of dealing with the pursuers, he was always away from home, and they would not stay in one place for a long time. Deoman always ran in the opposite direction to them, and he needed to distract the pursuers.

That child was with Emerodd and the others, and the mother's health had never been very good, so it was Emerald who often took care of the child.

The child didn't get a name, and Fiona called him Little Nightingale affectionately, so Emerodd and D'Orman called him that too.

Little Nightingale, he is already a child who can walk for a long time by himself, well-behaved and sensible, even if he gets blisters on the soles of his feet, he will not cry. He was once raised to such a child with the meticulous care of Deauman, but now He didn't complain when the trouble came.

This is one kid who can be spoiled.

He is not as lively as a child of this age, he is always quiet, and Emerod once heard his soft voice, which is indeed very nice.

Before Emerod himself was aware of it, his life had been completely taken over by Little Nightingale.

When he went out, he would remember to bring candy to Little Nightingale, that kind of cheap, too sweet hard candy.

Emerod had never known such things in the world before, and he used to dismiss those expensive and delicate sweets, but now this very different and cheap sweets have become a rare pastime.

Little Nightingale never asked for anything, but Emerodd knew that he liked this and could cherish it for a day.

When he met those peddlers selling toys, he would always think about whether he would like such things if it was Little Nightingale.

Emerod always forgot to buy salt, but he never forgot Little Nightingale's shoes.

He took care of Little Nightingale like his mother, dressed him, combed his curly hair, tried his best to cook him suitable food, and showed his wings to make him laugh when he had nothing else to do. .

He would put his hands on Little Nightingale's back and tell him that he would also grow wings here in the future.

Until one day, when Amrod returned home, he didn't see his little Nightingale, only a pool of blood on the floor.

A big monster from the abyss attacked here and devoured his little nightingale.

Then everything got out of hand, and his life took a completely different possibility.

With the arrival of Amorod, the herald of the lord of the abyss, the abyss was completely lifted, and the laws hanging in the air began to lose their effectiveness. The gate slowly opened, and the barrier between the abyss and the world became weaker and weaker.

In the depths of the abyss, a group of bats flew into the palace, the sound of flapping wings mixed with cries, and then gathered into a somewhat gloomy human figure, except for his pale face, the rest of him was covered under a black robe.

He knelt down on one knee and respectfully addressed the person on the throne.

"Welcome to the Lord of the Abyss."

After saying this, he raised his head again, with a relaxed tone, like a reliable friend.

"Deoman, you're finally awake."

The eyes of the man on the throne were half closed.

His hair is blond, and his appearance is somewhat similar to that of Emerodd, or Fiona, anyway, they always have similar characteristics, but his temperament is very special, and it is incompatible with the surrounding gloomy environment. Gentle, like a reliable patriarch, and like the breeze in the valley.

"Are you playing tricks on Emerodd again?"

Although it was a question, his tone of voice was very firm.

"Forgive me Deauman, this is one of the few fun times I have, and don't you think it's a good parent-child game? I taught him a lot."

Deoman couldn't deny it.

"Bad taste."

After a while he asked again.

"How's Fiona?"

"Of course very good."

He looked up at Deoman with a half-smile.

"You can ask something else."

Deoman laughed.

"You know what I want to ask."

The man shrugged his shoulders as if admitting defeat, but he was more serious than before.

"Very good, Deoman, he is happy, happy all day long, he can do whatever he wants, he likes cookies and barbecue, he doesn't remember anything from the past, everything is fine except that he doesn't have a father, actually I don't quite understand what you're thinking, why can't you be more direct, he's right there."

"As you were to Emerodd, my friend."

The man stopped talking.

Deoman is still so gentle.

"I know he's there and happy and that's enough."

Both fell silent, and the man suddenly broke the silence.

"I'm still a little different from you. I can't accept that I completely disappear from the life of the person I care about. There is no trace at all. I have to leave something, even if it is negative."

Deoman shook his head and laughed.

"Fiona will teach you a lesson if she knows."

The man shrugged.

"Let's talk about something else, how long do you want to keep the door open this time?"

"It won't be long, the abyss is an abyss after all, even if I use the most stringent laws to restrain it, its essence will not change because of this, let them go to the Gai Forest to devour some fresh flesh and blood, let me take a rest, let everything Get back on track."

"Oh, I don't care. It's just Fiona. She is worried about the evil energy eroding humans, and the monsters hurting people randomly. You know, she always does this."

"Tell her the truth, there are endless good things in the world, and some sacrifices are necessary."

"And then? At your current level, if you close the door, do you still need to sleep? Probably not."

Deoman smiled.

"I'm not that supernatural yet. After all, I'm just an ordinary person. You expect too much from me."

The implication is obvious.

The man frowned.

"Can't you just close the door? I'm tired and restrain my subordinates more. Don't get me wrong, it doesn't matter if you always fall asleep. In fact, I don't care, but Emerod seems to care."

"I know."

Deoman is still very gentle, like looking at a wayward child, he is always so tolerant.

"You also know that not all the famous monsters in the abyss are like you. They are subject to stronger force than them. They appear to be submissive, but in fact they are still loyal to **. The lessons from many years ago are enough for us Wake up."

"You always have a reason, so just ignore them, anyway, it used to be like this, didn't it?

Deoman didn't answer him directly.

"You know? I always feel that if there are ten evils in the world, and I bind all the evil here, then I can let him see all the good things."

"No, you are wrong, Emerodd is in the abyss, Fiona is also in the abyss, even though there are some evil here, but I stopped them all, so what they see is good, and your little one Where's Nightingale?"

He said bluntly.

"If he is unlucky, it is not impossible to encounter evil, and what's worse, you are thousands of miles away from him, and you can't even hug him."

He continued slyly.

"It's not even as far as ten thousand miles away. At least you can spend time flying over ten thousand miles away, but the door can't be opened casually."

Deoman couldn't help laughing.

"You are sophistry."

"I mean seriously, Deoman."

The man straightened up.

"Little Nightingale is doing well, but I won't be able to tell in the future. His mother is pregnant again, and he may have given birth now. I have seen these things a lot."

Deoman frowned.

The man didn't care about anything else, he got up and left, leaving a word before leaving.

"I'll go and play with Emerodd for a while, and then I'll go back. Think about it for yourself."

He evoked a malicious smile. He has never been a good person. It should be said that he is not even a human being. He started from a little-known monster who fought with his life in the abyss to a big monster who dominates one side. , It wasn't until he met Fiona that he was domesticated, learned to put away his fangs, and learned to treat others gently.

He doesn't have many things in this life, his lover Fiona, a child, and only one friend, Deauman.

He cherishes this friend very much and is willing to spend energy and time for him.

He has changed a lot.

But his early experiences have always left an indelible mark on him.

For example, he was never willing to believe in the innocence of human nature, he only speculated in the worst direction, so when he found out that Little Nightingale's mother had a new child, he left himself on the baby without hesitation. imprint.

Out of habit, he acted very cautiously. Even if Deauman went there himself, he would not be able to find any clues. The disadvantage is that the effect will be slower.

But holy water has no effect on this either, and after a while the child dies of weakness.

After he finished all this, he didn't want to be troublesome at first, but Dauman really made him a little angry, so he threw it out to stimulate Dauman.

He regretted it a little after he finished speaking happily for a while.

If Deauman pays too much attention, he might be exposed.

What he didn't know was that Beatrice was like a female beast, and the way she treated her child was by no means doting like the old grandmother Closi.

In a way, Beatrice is more of a father. She's the eagle that pushes the eaglet off the cliff, and she's the cheetah that drives the child out to force him to hunt.

She sent Ariel to the abyss without hesitation.

In her opinion, as an older brother, there is no one more suitable than Ariel.