Is the night devil queen me?

There was a sound of a touch, he, who was fat, fell very hard and hurt, but he didn't pay any attention to the pain, his pupils trembled violently, and just seeing Mary, cold sweat instantly drenched him clothes.

"Mary... sister..." Very strange words came out of the lord's mouth.

He, who looks in his 40s, actually called a teenage girl sister.

"Oh...I'm so happy, Charles, you still remember me..." Mary smiled, and walked in front of the lord with her hands behind her back.

"You..." The lord's lips trembled, as if he was in the cold winter, and the heat in his body was mercilessly peeled off.

"What's wrong with me? Charles, are you surprised that I'm still alive?"

"No, no, no! How dare I!?" The lord who used to be as cunning as an old fox showed a look of fear.

"Really, then you should get up first, what does it look like lying on the ground?" Mary patted the Lord's back, and she sat on the soft chair beside her.

"Ah...Okay..." The lord slowly propped up his body, stood on the spot, kneading his clothes with both hands, making such movements like a shy little girl with his appearance, it was indeed very weird.

"Is it strange how I got in, Charles, I was thinking, if you didn't come in so sneakily, you should have escaped."

"How come... I will welcome Sister Mary..." The lord kneaded the clothes more vigorously.

Mary blinked her eyes, stared at the lord with empty eyes for a while, then stood up suddenly.

The lord's body trembled violently as if electrocuted, and he took a step back instinctively.

"What are you afraid of, Charles." Mary walked around the lord, the cross on her neck gleaming.

"No...nothing...Sister Mary..."

"Oh? It's nothing..." Mary stopped and stood in front of the lord. Even though he lowered his head now, the short Mary could still look up and see his expression.

"Well... I heard that, you seem to like little girls and little boys very much... Do you know who this reminds me of?" Mary's widened eyes were full of darkness and resentment, The pale face with a frenzied smile looked very scary, and he slowly stood on tiptoe and approached the lord, "Our father..."

"Hey!" The lord seemed to have been cut off from his nerves, and a sense of fear hit his heart, and he fell to the ground.

"No! No! That's not the case! Sister Mary! I didn't do anything back then!? I didn't do anything! It's all father! It's all father's fault! Don't care about my business!" The lord roared, drooling Spraying and waving wildly with both hands.

Snapped!

Mary lightly caught the Lord's hands, rode on his big belly, and said with a smile, "I don't care about this, Charles, tell me, you should be married at this age, your wife and Where are the children? Tell me, where are they?"

The lord suddenly stopped making noise.

A picture flashed through his mind.

Bloody, rancid, insane.

The cry of a child, the cry of a woman.

The sound of chains...

Father's crazy smile...

as well as……

puff...

puff...

puff...

The sound of flesh separating.

Mary slowly let go of his hands, away from his stomach.

"Ugh... ah..." The lord suddenly stood up and vomited.

"My poor brother, look at what father has done to you to make you like this." Mary shook her head, as if feeling a little distressed.

"It's very uncomfortable. I have been shrouded in the shadow of my father. This fear tortures you and makes you unable to sleep. Until the end, in order to save yourself, you start to imitate your father, let yourself become something that you fear in your heart, and escape."

A warm golden light shone from Mary's palm, and she pressed it gently against the lord's cheek, "I know everything about you, Charles, I have to say, you really look like your father back then, whether it's your looks or your interests. .”

"Do you want to know why? Because I am now an envoy of God, a nun. I am very comfortable. This golden light is a gift from God, allowing me to see everything."

"Let me tell you the truth, Charles, my father died when we were young, so who killed your wife and children and made you look like this." Mary curled her mouth, The golden light in the palm is even more dazzling.

……

A picture appeared in his mind.

"No! Father! Leave my wife and children alone! They are innocent!"

The lord roared, holding a blood-stained saw in his hand.

The tone was painful, and there was a hideous expression on his face.

"Charles! Are you crazy!?"

"Woooooo... Dad! Dad! Why..."

He couldn't hear the cries of his wife and children.

……

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!"

The lord held his head, ruffled his hair, rolled his eyes, and stuck out his tongue.

Suddenly, he suddenly fell silent.

"Ha ha ha ha ha……"

Ended up just laughing like a fool.

"Why... why... what..." the lord beeped.

Mary withdrew her hand, stood up and smiled, "Why? Is there a reason for this? Charles, it's because I hate you, but you are my younger brother. I don't want to kill you, but I want revenge. What should I do? Even if you like to imitate your father so much, how can you selectively lose your memory so cunningly, let me help you remember it."

Chapter 63 Dead

Everything happens for a reason.

And the source of everything was Mary and the lord's father, who was also the previous lord.

It used to be a happy family, rich, happy, carefree, maybe God was jealous, maybe God had forgotten them.

Mary's father lost his favorite wife, Mary's and the lord's favorite mother.

Maybe they weren't the unluckiest, because that father had Marie and the lord, but he didn't think so.

When his wife was sleeping forever in the dust, he was in despair, his inner world collapsed, and the father who couldn't accept the fact dug his wife's grave, brought her body back home, and put on beautiful clothes for her. Wedding dress.

We have no way of knowing what a person with a dark heart is thinking.

Dust to dust, dust to dust.

This is the unchanging law that gave birth to us. One day, everyone will return to the beginning.

No matter how much that father loves and how reluctant he is, this is an unchangeable fact.

A person with a closed heart, in a closed space, watched his wife's body dissipate day by day, and the pain tormented him, every moment, never stopped.

When suffering, human beings always instinctively seek relief.

However, this father allowed himself to suffer physical pain in order to relieve the pain in his heart.

Masochism.

But when he abused himself to a certain extent, his own physical pain could no longer satisfy him.

He has two great loves, Mary and the Lord.

At that time they were still young, just immersed in sadness.

The despair in the father's heart collided with the last reason until Mary grew up day by day.

One day, my father held Mary's face and said softly, "You really look like her."

But she is not her.

She is gone.

That day was also the first time Mary saw that the emptiness in her father's eyes was as terrifying as an abyss, a bottomless chaos.

Mary was still young, and she waved her father's skinny hands away in fear.

This moment is the beginning of tragedy.

The father's sickness began to explode, whether it was missing his wife, desire, anger, or despair, and sent it to the innocent Mary.

Masochism.

The painful heart seeks more painful stimuli.

Slowly, he succeeded.

His heart was cold, but he was no longer human.

Because he has lost everything as a human being, and he can't even be called a beast, let alone a demon.

Just a product of the darkness of the world, a sad existence tormented by misfortune.

But at that time, Mary did not fall.

The fallen one is the lord shrouded in fear.

Day by day, the lord witnessed the inhuman treatment of his sister Mary.

That father only had Mary in his eyes, but no lord.

The lord is like a bystander.

The soul is baptized by this dark environment, like a dangerous landmine.

Finally one day, my father died. Because of overwork, he didn't sleep or eat for a long time.

Sister Mary was accepted by the Church of the Holy Light in order to redeem her.

And this territory needs a new successor.

He became the new successor.

He tried to get out of this darkness.

He tried to forget his father's terrible laugh.

Unfortunately, it got deeper and deeper.

Until he got married, had a wife, and lovely daughter and son.

It was a very happy family.

But deja vu.

Fate always likes to play tricks on people.

The lord's wife fell seriously ill, just like his mother.

But she is not dead yet, and there is still a chance to be saved.

And the cowardly lord chose to escape.

He was afraid of history repeating itself, but he let it repeat itself.

Afraid of everything, the fearful heart needs a substitute.

At that time, he regarded himself as his father.

Correct.

Everything is the father's fault.

Just think so.

He is not wrong.

It was all done by the father.

So he put a wedding dress on his seriously ill wife.

Just pass the blame on to someone else.

The lord thought so.

That way, he wouldn't have to suffer any pain.