244 Dog Of All Things
Selma Payne’s POV:
For a moment, time seemed to have come to a standstill. Everything slowed down. The flying figure, the sharp claws, and the frightened and sorrowful expression seemed to be fixed at this moment. I could see how a deformed wolf passed by me and how it stabbed at Aldrich’s chest with its claws.
No!
No! Don’t!
The moment the sharp claws pierced his chest, the hot blood splashed into my eyes.
Everything in the world was blurred, leaving only the blood of despair, laughing at my humbleness and accusing me of being weak.
Why? Why did I still not have the power to resist even now?
Even my past existence had been dispelled. Even my old body, which was connected to my parents by blood and flesh, had been abandoned. To obtain power, I was willing to pay any price! But why was the thing that fate had repaid me so ironic?
It told me that I was just an ant that overestimated itself, thinking that it had obtained the power to turn the world around, but it was still blind. In front of the mountain, I didn’t even have the right to complain.
If the gap between god and man was so significant, if the weak could never turn over when facing the holy spirit, then what was the point of our existence? The world was just a playground for these ancient creatures. If they could destroy all the hope of the weak with a single thought, what was the need for the weak to struggle? Were we just pigs and dogs for their pleasure?
Why?
Why?
Warm tears flowed from my eyes and diluted the redness. It also allowed me to see Aldrich’s slowly closing eyes.
So painful, so regretful, so reluctant, so compassionate.
He must be in pain. After his chest was torn apart and his ribs and heart were crushed, could his nerves still transmit signals when the blood was gushing out?
He must be reluctant to leave this world. He was so young and promising that he should have been in the merit palace hall until his old age, but he didn’t even get to see his father for the last time and had left on a cold snowy night.
He must be reluctant to leave me. Otherwise, why would the teardrop hang at the corner of his eye and not fall no matter what for fear of breaking my last line of defense?
He must have taken pity on me, too, because he had already predicted my dark future. I would have to carry my lover’s blood and my compatriots’ hatred on my back, wandering alone in the eternal night.
Aldrich.
Aldrich.
Aldrich!
I heard myself wailing in the most tragic voice of my life. My lover’s blood flowed into my mouth and teeth. Other than the blood, only bitterness made one’s heart ache.
Why?
Why did they always win?
Why?
Why?
Azazel mischievously released the black mist gagging them, and the tragic wails of his fellow humans immediately echoed in my ears. Dorothy struggled and cried in despair, but it was to no avail.
As if he had stepped on a few ants, the snow field returned to peace after a few minutes.
Everyone was dead, be it Aldrich, Master Mary, or other people I was familiar and unfamiliar with. Their blood dyed the earth red, and only their dim pupils were still staring at the stars.
I didn’t know when, but I had already collapsed on the ground. Beside him was Dorothy, who had fallen into a daze. She was no longer screaming, and only her blood-stained tears stained the corner of her clothes.
“Alright, the show is over.”
Azazel squatted and gently held us in his arms.
“All the irrelevant people will disappear. This way, we can live happily together. ”
“Father, daughter, servant, and a dog. Ah, what a romantic and conventional family structure. Perhaps we still lack a mother. But don’t worry, Carlos will take care of everything for us.”
The archpriest appeared out of nowhere and bowed in silence and obedience.
“Now, let’s go home!”
The deep black mist transformed into a gorgeous ancient carriage. The archpriest opened the door and looked at us silently.
I did not move. Dorothy did not either.
Facing Azazel’s nauseating gaze, I asked, “Go home?”
Which house? What home? A cave with ice in hell? Or the mansion next to the lava lake used as a lizard’s nest?
A place that was always dark and filled with despair, with no family or loved ones and no moonlight?
Was it an iron cage filled with despair and hatred?
“Stop dreaming!”
I suddenly pushed away Azazel’s hand. Dorothy also raised her head. Her eyes were filled with scarlet hatred.
The sky was almost bright, and the moon had already quietly left.
But why should it leave? After witnessing such a tragic death, could it still hide behind the clouds and pretend nothing had happened?
A tsunami-like hatred swallowed up my rationality. The murmuring stream was no longer calm. It boiled and rolled. It was about to drown the desolate grassland. It vowed to break the fake sky with huge waves!
Fine rustling sounds echoed in my ears. They were consoling, comforting, angry, and encouraging me. A hand that could be thick or soft gently pushed my back, and my soul trembled in resonance.
It was encouraging and exciting, telling me the time was right.
The moonlight disappeared, and the antenna was covered in a deathly white.
If the moon didn’t care, then I did.
If the night were dark, then I would shine.
If having godly powers was not enough...
Then, let me be a god!
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