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Chapter 460 Death is the final tenderness
"You really are talented, Vincent."

The second sister looked at the oil painting in front of her.

"But I can feel that you are missing something, a kind of vitality."

Admiring the paintings, the second sister frowned and said to Vincent: "Something you may have had before, but lost during your journey."

"What was lost?"

Hearing what his second sister said, Vincent was stunned.

He looked down at his hands.

You hold the paintbrush in your own hands, and want to hold thousands of brilliant hands, but what have you lost?
Scenes from the past flashed before my eyes.

When I was in college, my teacher threw his paintings on the ground.

"Talent? Maybe you have a little bit of it, Vincent, but it won't get you anything."

The teacher looked at himself kneeling on the ground and said something in a cold tone that would make him fall off a cliff.

When I was a child, I hid in the attic by myself and drew pictures of my favorites with crayons.

It was summer, and the attic was hot and stuffy, but I enjoyed it.

He stayed there until he fell asleep in the attic. His parents couldn't find him and even called the police.

"I"

As he recalled the scenes, a confused look appeared on Vincent's face.

What exactly is it that you are missing?
"How about I be your model?"

The second sister saw Vincent's confusion and said to him with a smile.

"Model? Really?"

Vincent asked in surprise that his second sister wanted to be his model.

"Of course, it's an honor."

As the second sister spoke, she took off her coat and put it aside, then pulled over a chair and sat down.

Looking at the woman sitting quietly in front of him who gave him a strange feeling, Vincent suddenly felt an inspiration welling up in his heart.

It is not an ordinary painting inspiration, but a feeling I have never had before, a feeling that brings vitality.

With excitement, he sat down, prepared his drawing board, and picked up his pencil.

Turning his gaze to his smiling second sister, Vincent took a deep breath.

This is the opportunity I have been waiting for.

It was this moment that allowed him to add to his paintings what had long been lost.

Forcing himself to calm down, Vincent quickly drew a simple sketch with a pencil and then colored it with oil paint.

The second sister of death just sat quietly in the chair, watching Vincent using a paintbrush to outline her appearance.

Looking at Vincent, the second sister thought of a little girl she had met before.

When I took her away, she looked at me with eyes as cold as ice, distant and conceited.

"What else do you want?"

Just this one sentence from the little girl hurt her and made her start thinking.

When humans face death, they always express shock, sadness, anger or worse.

Perhaps they need a friendly face and a few comforting words.

Maybe people weren’t ready to receive their gift, but people still got it.

Many thoughts flashed through the second sister's mind, and she turned her gaze to Vincent who was particularly focused.

Like Vincent, he needs his own gifts.

After an unknown amount of time, Vincent finally finished the oil painting.

Looking at the lifelike, mysterious and unspeakable woman in the painting, he took a deep breath.

The painting in front of me should be the work I am most satisfied with.

I finally found what I had lost, and poured it all into this work of mine.

"Thanks."

Vincent wanted to thank the death of the model, but found that the woman sitting in the chair had disappeared.

Stunned, he looked around.

There were piles of papers in the room, and no sign of anyone's presence.

He walked to the door, gently pushed it open and looked outside.

The cold wind whistled towards him, making him unconsciously wrap himself tightly.

"Is this a dream?!"

With a bang, Vincent closed the door and murmured in a low voice.

He thought the other person's appearance might be a dream.

But reality soon reminded him that he had stopped dreaming a long time ago.

Feeling somewhat melancholy, he walked to the oil painting and looked at his own work.

Sitting back on the sofa, Vincent used a lighter to light a cigarette.

Closing his eyes, he recalled his day's experiences, and a feeling of tiredness gradually overwhelmed him.

His eyelids were drooping and he fell asleep.

The cigarette in his hand fell from between his fingers.

The fallen cigarette landed on a piece of paper outside the sofa.

The burning paper soon set the entire room on fire.

Vincent was sleeping and had no idea what was happening until he was completely engulfed by the flames.

In the fiercely burning flames, Vincent vaguely saw the door of the room being opened.

Death re-entered his room.

Looking down at the flames surrounding him, Vincent quickly understood what was happening. He also guessed the identity of the second sister.

With a relieved smile on his face, Vincent thanked his second sister who was walking towards him.

"Thank you, thank you for giving my life meaning."

In the burning flames, the second sister reached out to him.

Vincent's soul also burned in the flames, changing from an adult to the boy who painted in the attic.

Looking down at the boy, the second sister held out her hand to him, "So, can we go now?"

Crouching down, she took Vincent's hand, "To the unknown future."

Vincent nodded, a smile on his face, and held his second sister's hand.

A white light slowly appeared in front of the two of them. The second sister held Vincent's hand and slowly walked towards the white light.

Before leaving the room, the second sister turned around and took a look at the oil painting of herself.

"Bye now!"

Soon the sound of fire trucks rang out on the street.

The fire spread quickly and the fire truck arrived at the scene immediately.

After connecting to the fire hydrant, a stream of water rushed towards the flames.

Half an hour later, the fire truck put out the fire.

After breaking open the door and entering, firefighters found Vincent's body.

After calling a nearby hospital to take the body away, a firefighter soon discovered a scene that stunned him.

In a corner of the room, there is an intact oil painting.

With a look of shock on his face, he walked up to the oil painting.

Other firefighters also noticed this incredible scene, walked up to the oil painting, and looked at each other in surprise.

"It's incredible, isn't it? Everything in the room was burned, but this one is intact."

The firefighter who first discovered the situation spoke to the other firefighters in an incredulous tone.

Under the gaze of everyone, the "Death" in the picture was wearing a black suit with a cross necklace hanging on his chest.

"Death" clasped his hands together and held the necklace in his palms, then looked up at the sky with a sad but still hopeful look in his eyes.

The next day.

metropolis.

"Dad, are you sure everything is okay?"

In the speeding car, Raven asked Peter while sitting in the passenger seat.

Peter was driving, with Mark and Star-Lord sitting in the back.

Raven has already told Peter about Sandman's escape.

She didn't quite understand why her father brought her and Mark to the Metropolis as if nothing had happened.

And he also wants to take himself, Mark and Star-Lord to the concert.

Although she was indeed interested in the concert, which was already scheduled, she still felt it was safer to stay home for now.

"Don't worry too much, Riven. Even if the Sandman is free, his target is still me."

Peter said to Raven, "And I believe he won't make things difficult for others."

When Peter first learned from Raven that Sandman had escaped, he was a little surprised.

But he soon calmed down and continued his behavior.

While sending Mark and the other two to listen to music, he took the opportunity to visit Sam Ryan.

Since the Battle of Metropolis, Sam Ryan has remained in Metropolis and has not returned to Washington to work.

"But, Dad, do you think he's a good man?"

"No, Raven, neither description of them as good guys nor bad guys is accurate. They don't simply distinguish between good guys and bad guys."

Raven nodded, looked at the scenery flashing by outside the car window, and asked Peter: "Dad, what exactly is the Endless Family?"

As Peter drove, he said to Raven, "They are the personifications of some concepts in the real world. They are composed of seven members, and according to their age, they are Destiny, Death, Dream, Destruction, Desire, Despair, and Madness."

"Who's the most powerful? Dad."

Raven frowned and asked, "Is it the Sandman?"

"Do not."

Peter shook his head and said, "It's death."

"Why her, Dad?"

Peter recalled what he knew about this "Second Sister" in the DC world in his previous life, and after thinking for a while, he said to Raven:
“Death is not only a deity, the rules of her incarnation are more complex. She is the physical personification of cosmic forces, an abstract concept that can take on any physical form and travel through any dimension of life if she wishes.

She possesses nearly unlimited power, is almost omnipotent, and can only be killed by means she allows. Otherwise, even if she is destroyed by other powerful forces, she will be reborn immediately and return to her original state before being destroyed. "

“The average person sees death twice in their lifetime, once when they die and once when they are born.”

Mark interrupted him and asked, "So Dad, has anyone seen her three times?"

"Maybe. If that happens, that person must be very lucky."

Peter said to Mark, stepping on the brakes.

While they were stopped at a red light, Peter said to Raven and Mark, "But I think most people don't want to see her."

“I don’t think death is scary.”

Mark said to Peter.

"Death is too far away for you, Mark."

Peter said as he started the car.

With a "squeak", Peter suddenly stepped on the brakes.

(End of this chapter)