Captured alive by the devil, I would rather die than submit

But in the dark, I can feel that the time left for me is running out.

Chapter 329. At that time (Lipatia)

The bloody sky is no longer, time has become clear, the alternation of day and night has become the most powerful declaration of the passing of life, it seems that for the first time in hell, there is a force that shows the fragility of life, time, after all, becomes The last shackle that binds the devil, the contradiction between the celestial body and hell, god and devil has abandoned the complicated forms, leaving only the last and purest wall.

I was wrapped in a deep purple soft gauze pajamas and sat sideways on the bed, but the dazzling light turned into a tired afterglow and slowly faded from the sky.

When the door of the bedroom was pushed back, the familiar she-wolf-like footsteps stepped out of the room, reflecting the starlight shining in the window, who would still think that she was the devil, who would still think that her What ulterior secrets are hidden in the body? It seems that everything is the will of God, otherwise how to explain it, why everything seems so harmonious.

The contradictions in hell, hell is the composition of complete contradictions, the powerful pain is tearing apart every dead soul in hell, every demon body, as it should be.

How pretentious is the elegant smile and gentle steps that the ruler reveals after satisfying all his desires, just like a beast will fall asleep only after filling its stomach, thus revealing a cute appearance, but it is accumulated with an unknown amount of life and blood. Like today’s hell, this beauty is too good, and what I see is completely false and unreal.

Belegia walked to the bedside with this disgusting charm and beauty. The clothes she was wearing were no longer the clothes I was familiar with. There were too many secrets that could be seen from the neckline, cuffs, and shape of the clothes. Just as this hell has been unified, Belegia, who is the absolute ruler, also announced to the heaven and earth subjects of hell through the form of clothing that she is the master of everything here.

After untiing the heavy velvet cloak that was quite in the style of the Lucifer family, Belegia rushed onto the bed and slowly moved towards my side.

I sat there without moving, not even looking at her.

But Belegia didn't seem to mind, after she came in front of me, she bent down, took one of my feet with both hands, and slowly kissed the back of my foot.

"My angel, my love..." she whispered softly. "Only at this moment did I feel that I was still alive."

"Really." I said indifferently. "But I feel that the feeling of being alive is so unreal, as if my soul has died."

Belegia straightened her body, the sudden movement just now was like some kind of ritual.

"Did you find anything?"

Her straightforwardness made me a little unresponsive, although I should have known that every move in the Demon King's Palace is under her control, if I want to do something, can I still escape her grasp.

"Tell me what happened to the child."

"child?"

"It's the so-called, our children."

Belegia froze for a few seconds, her reaction was somewhat similar to Selona's, as if she didn't understand the meaning of my question, but unlike Selona, ​​it was impossible for her, as the culprit, to not understand the meaning contained in my words.

"It's nothing." Belegia spread her arms and sat down on the bed. "It's our children. Although we are already the eternal masters of hell,...we still need to expand our bloodlines and spread our bloodlines throughout hell, then..."

"At that time, it's time to attack heaven, isn't it?"

Belegia probably didn't expect me to mention this, but she was easily shocked by a simple sentence.

"Now that you know what I'm doing, let me tell you Belegia, I will definitely find a way to find the God Matrix."

"Oh, really?" She pretended to be calm and recovered from the modest shock just now. "Then please go ahead, my Lord Magician, but you will never be able to find the location of the matrix of gods in your life."

"Let me give you some advice, Belegia, if you underestimate angels, you will suffer. I haven't fallen yet, and this is the best proof."

"Prove what?"

"Prove that your plan has not been completely successful."

"Isn't that enough, Lipatia? Are you still dissatisfied with the current hell? Hell has been unified, and we have become the absolute masters of hell. Didn't you sign the contract with Goloy...to control him, and thus control the entire hell? Now you have achieved this. You are my master, Lipatia, and my wife. As long as you say a word, I am willing to do anything. Then tell me, why do you want to overthrow all of this now?"

"For justice and justice."

Unsurprisingly, these words caused Belegia to burst into laughter. She rolled forward and backward while laughing, unable to close her mouth for a long time, as if she was talking to me seriously, but I was using this The abstract morality was perfunctory for her, and she acted so desperately for such illusory things... Belegia must be thinking like this.

"Laugh, Belegia, laugh to your heart's content, even if I exhaust all my life, even if I have to accept the most severe punishment from God, I will not just let you go."

"Is it for Goloy?"

"It's not the first time you've asked me that."

"Don't you think you're a little selfish, Lipatia, just for one Goloy, don't you want to destroy everyone's happiness?"

"If this happiness is based on countless deaths and sacrifices, on false creations, on forcing people to forget the past, on illusions! Then this world... should be destroyed."

Belegia's laughter stopped, she finally saw from my haggard face, I am not joking.

"It's useless, Lipatia." She shook her head. "All of this is about to end. When rationality becomes reality and existence is existence itself, then no one can change all of this except God."

"In other words, I still have a chance, don't I?"

"It's okay to tell you, Lipatia, yes, you have a chance, but basically there is no chance. It's not that I want you to fail, but that you will never succeed. Don't you want to find the God's Matrix? Well, I can tell you that the God's Matrix still exists, but you will never find it, and even if you find it...you can't destroy it."

"..."

Belegia climbed up to my side again, and whispered in my ear: "At that time, you will completely become my master...and my belongings..."

Chapter 330. A Cry (Lipatia)

Now it seems that not everything in hell has completely changed, and some things still retain their essence, that is, pain. Although it is absurd to say this, as an angel, I can no longer find a sense of identity with the world through beauty. Only the complete pain brought by hell can maintain my rationality to the greatest extent.

Once experienced a tragic experience, the former comfort will only make people feel creepy, perhaps because of unknown reasons, because they know the existence of pain, but they don't know when the pain will come, so they can only keep wandering in waking consciousness and vague and illusory dreams.

All night long, Belegia's words lingered in my mind.

She said I would be her master and her property.

It sounds like some kind of purely human literature-like groaning without illness, and such rhetoric that must be contradictory seems to be only used to enhance human beings’ contradictory cognition of so-called romance, that is, the more contradictory, the more flavorful it is to say, and the more capable it is. Satisfy the strange heart of some people.

But would it be the case with Belegia?

It's hard for me to think so.

I will be her master and her property.

This sentence is simply a curse, which makes me unable to sleep peacefully. Once I close my eyes and sink into a shallow sleep, this sentence will ring in my ears again.

Belegia is telling the truth, she is not lying, I can understand this from the confidence and elegance in her gestures and the ease in her eyes, that is to say, she has explained to me a person who is very ordinary to her. and she is 120% confident that this fact will soon become a complete reality.

After an indeterminate amount of time, the clamor of the soul was still not able to overcome the exhaustion of the body. After being anxious for an indeterminate amount of time, I dissipated my sense of tension at a certain moment, and fell into a deep sleep beside my enemy.

It's a dream.

When I close my eyes, I enter another reality.

I stood in a strange space that stretched as far as the eye could see, and the breeze blew through my heart. What was mixed in the wind was an all-too-familiar smell, a scent of grass and trees, and the sound of the lakeside and streams rippling, as well as that quiet music, echoed in my ears.

Yes, this is the view of heaven, I have been away from my most familiar hometown for too long, my compatriots, I even almost forgot what they look like.The faint fragrance and the sound of the stream all come from the Garden of Eden. Although I can’t see it anymore, I can still feel my mission as an angel. Everything in the past has created my existence as an angel.

but……

All this was quickly turned upside down.

In the blink of an eye, when I came back to my senses again, everything I said just now had disappeared, as if it had been destroyed, wiped out, and the holiness and beauty of heaven were all broken by the noise of artillery fire.

This is also a sound I am familiar with. It is no longer a breeze, but a strong wind mixed with the smell of sulfur and burning. The earth is burning, and what echoes in my ears is not the stream and the elegant sound of the zither, but the wailing and charging horns that continue to resound through the sky with the fighting.

In the invisible darkness, I have nowhere to escape. No matter which direction my consciousness goes, I can’t escape the torture of these established facts. I can only listen to their insults to me over and over again in my mind. And ridicule, it is this world, it is the whole hell that is imprisoning me in such a vicious way in a tyrannical cage that I cannot escape.

At the same time, I also felt my hesitation and helplessness as a woman...

what do I do……

When I thought I had nowhere to escape, and my humble consciousness was about to be completely buried here and become a sacrifice to the devil, it was only a blink of an eye, and the noise and tyranny also disappeared.

And this time, what I am facing is a different world.

A pure white world.

I stand in the endless whiteness, no matter which direction I look, there is only a piece of whiteness, and this is by no means an empty whiteness brought about by some kind of illusion. I can clearly distinguish that this whiteness and I are two isolated individuals, I am deeply trapped in it, and it surrounds me.

Until this moment, I have not realized what kind of cruel task I will be entrusted with. To other people, to me, and to this world, the responsibilities I bear are beyond all imagination. I am unwilling to bear such a heavy suffering, but how much blood has been stained on my hands.

I walked aimlessly in one direction, not knowing how long this journey would last, as if this was the real hell, which made me think of how painful it would be if I were kept locked in this world without anything. Thinking of this, I couldn’t help but feel a chill run through my body, and I was glad that this was just a dream.

At that time, after I walked a few steps in this familiar pure white space, I realized, is this really just a dream?

Thinking of this, I panicked and started to run in a panic, but I still didn’t know which direction I was heading. Finding a specific direction has become my most humble goal at the moment. Anything, whether it is beautiful or painful, I hope to find a direction, otherwise, my soul will be completely lost in this endless prison.

prison……

Imprisoned in prison...

When I thought of this, my steps began to slow down unconsciously, from running to sprinting, and then to moving forward slowly, and finally I stopped in place.

I raised my head and looked up, and it was also an endless white, but gradually, I began to perceive the existence of this space.

correct……

Nothing at all……

That means that this is a place outside the law.

I can't see what role the concepts of time and space play in this empty white world. Maybe the concept of time and space doesn't exist here at all. This is a world outside the laws of God's creation, a world that doesn't exist.

This is not the first time for me to step into such a world. For me who has lived in hell for too long, there are too many opportunities to involve blasphemous creations, whether it is the soul or the body. .

I remember now.

Not so long ago, as now, I had stepped into some profane realm and tortured myself like this.

I want to destroy the world.

I want to destroy myself.

This is not fair.

Why……

When I closed my eyes and wanted to escape from this world, finally, something appeared.

A cry woke me up from my dream.

Chapter 331. The World of Meaningless Lies (Lipatia)

That cry seemed to be the first dawn that created my world. When this cry sounded in my ears, the pure white world would no longer be a colorless hell, but a painful reality.

I began to look for the direction where the crying sound came from. In this pure white real space, I knew that I was not dreaming, but was actually moving with my soul.

There is no reference, and there is still nothing but a piece of white in the visible area of ​​the eyes, but my panic has been calmed by the crying, I did not give up, and I gritted my teeth. This pure white world is full of dry and hot atmosphere, which is the same as the original hell. It keeps burning my skin. It seems that if I pay more attention, I can smell the familiar sulfur smell.

While frantically moving towards the direction of the cry, I feel lucky that I can feel the pain of hell. It would be too sinful to talk about some so-called common sense or principles at this time, because this is already a world where even the most basic laws of creation have been distorted, and even I myself don’t know where I am.

My posture was a bit embarrassed, the cry was so weak, I couldn't help but want to find it, and then hug the crying little guy in my arms, caring and loving it carefully.

How strong is this cry, it hooks a maternal feeling in my heart, my reason is actually not aware of where the cry is coming from, but my feet have replaced the responsibility of the brain, instinctively moving in a certain direction.

Where is the concept of time?

Keep moving forward, how long it has been, I don't remember, but gradually, the melodious music echoed in my ears again.

The weak weeping sound is accompanied by the music, the gray sadness begins to subside slowly, it is the cry of hope, the past is vivid in my memory, I have been to hell, hell, until today, this cry reminds me of every moment I spent in hell.

Finally, the cry was right in front of my eyes.

"It's you……"

She was sitting in front of me, wrapped in a white cloth, as if she had given up on escaping from here, she seemed to have been running away for a long time, and finally, she was hungry, she couldn't walk anymore, she had to sit down to rest and cry for a while, dissipating the last bit of her strength, and then fell asleep completely.

For her, this world will be an eternal hell, and there will never be an exit here.

She didn't seem to realize that I was standing in front of her, and she was still wiping away the tears that kept falling with her two white hands.

I bent down and knelt down on the ground, kneeling in front of her, and hugged the weak body that lost itself and lost its direction in my arms. It was hot, but also a little cold. She had enough patience and confidence. And absolute faith and loyalty, but after so long, she has run in too many directions, and she no longer knows where to go.

"Is that so... I understand..."

The child crying in my arms at this moment is none other than the child of Zekui who was used by Belegia, but at the same time, this child has my appearance, just like when I was a child.

And when I saw the child's face exactly like mine, it was at this moment that I finally understood what was going on.

This child is a tool created by Zekui and Belegia. When I rescued him at first, it was also in such a pure white space. It was a cracked space, a space outside of creation. At that time, this child had no blood on his body. He didn't look like a person, but like a prop made out of mud.

That's why Belegia doesn't have any sympathy for this child, because in Beligia's view, this child doesn't have any life at all, it's just a sophisticated magic tool.

But Beligeia inherited a part of my will, my soul, so when she created a new world using the magic props left by Zekui and the matrix of gods, this child was naturally endowed with a certain duty of.

To put it more simply, this child is me, I am this child, and we are the matrix of gods...

"Let's go home... shall we..."