[Zhongyingmei] Vampires also want to fall in love

Chapter 9

"I heard someone calling my name."

The death of one of the Four Horsemen of Doom came the moment Crowley spoke his name.

The voice of death is very special, it is a kind of magnetism regardless of gender, and it is vaguely ethereal, making people unable to help but explore what kind of existence the owner of this voice is.The black robe completely hides death, coldness and terror linger around him, those who love him can't wait to dedicate the whole world to him, those who hate him hate him like crazy, more people fear him but can't escape him .

Compared with death, Azlar, the angel of death who came in behind death, has less fear from the heart.Azrael's authority is death. He leads good people to heaven and closes the door to heaven in front of evil people. Vitality and death, purity and cruelty constitute Azrael's unique character.

Azrael has more opportunities to contact Lucifer than other angels in heaven. Even if the relationship was mediocre before, he can be regarded as half a friend now.

Lucifer lowered his crossed legs, and he looked at Azrael carefully.Azrael's appearance was the same as it was thousands of years ago, but Lucifer could tell at a glance that he had battle marks on his body. Azrael's neckline had black burn marks, and there was a small hole in the hem of his clothes.

The angel's clothes have the effect of preventing dust and dust. According to the importance angels place on etiquette and posture, this is already considered a disgrace.The only reason for Yazlar to come here is that there was a battle just now, the marks on his body could not be eliminated by himself, and he didn't have extra time to go back to heaven to take care of it, so he could only come here like this.

"Did you come here just now after you had a fight with Death?" Lucifer stuffed the wine glass into Azrael's hand, glanced at Death and found that he had naturally sat on the sofa next to Crowley.

Azlar touched his collar, and tightened his hands: "I went to pick up a lost lamb just now, and Azazel wanted to take the soul of the lamb one step ahead of me. I had a conflict with him, if it wasn't for Death helped me, and it might be a while before I get through."

Unbeknownst to Warlock, there are two new recruits out there, and he has reached the final stage of his breakthrough.All the strength in my body was concentrated on my back, and something was about to break through my body and rush out.

Warlock's brain was so chaotic that he couldn't think, and the last bit of consciousness refused to give up. Wave after wave of heat surged into his heart, and he didn't know how long it had been since his heart throbbed at the beginning until he became unconscious.

His lips were dripping with blood from being bitten by himself, and he couldn't control himself making a cry of pain from his throat. He thought his voice was loud, but it was actually not much louder than a cat's meowing, and it couldn't penetrate the cocoon.

Two strange bulges, one black and one white, sometimes rose up and dissipated on Volok's back, breaking through the skin along with the blood when Volok gathered all his strength.

There are only fine and short fluff on the immature wings, and the bone wings directly unfolded and broke the cocoon that wrapped Warlock, welcoming the breeze and dust in the world.

When Cain chatted with Lucifer, he paid half of his attention to Warlock. In the noisy environment, he could hear the sound of cocoons breaking, and accidentally squeezed the wine glass in his hand.

The sound of glass shattering attracted the attention of everyone present, and they followed the direction Cain was looking at to see the moment when the cocoon shattered.

Warlock, with black and white wings, closed his eyes and fell from mid-air, barely caught by Cain and hugged him in his arms.The place where the wings protruded from his back was still bleeding, and Cain's golden pupils were stained with blood, stimulated by the smell of blood.

Crowley and Aziraphale came around to check Warlock's situation, but they couldn't touch Warlock because of Cain's protective posture.

"I don't feel a familiar aura from this cub." Death quietly stood beside Cain, leaned over and touched Warlock's wings, "This cub is very interesting, light and darkness converge at the same time on people."

Lucifer was rarely interested. He covered Warlock's forehead with his hand and suddenly laughed for a while, stretching out his hand and snapping his fingers.

Warlock opened his eyes in a daze, and before his consciousness came back, he heard someone asking in his ear.

"What were you thinking when you broke through?"

"I'm thinking...His Highness Cain, Mr. Crowley...and Mr. Aziraphale..."

He subconsciously felt that he couldn't express his true inner thoughts, but the magic power of that voice prevented him from lying. He could only hide key information, and only saying that his three most important teachers were not a lie.

Aziraphale touched his nose, and he was very relieved. He told Crowley before that he wanted to take Warlock to heaven, but it was just a joke among friends.It is absolutely impossible for God to allow a vampire to go to heaven, unless God is willing to wash away the blood in Warlock's body.

Vampires have black wings, and Warlock's should be black too.It is now clear that Crowley and Aziraphale had an incomparable influence on his eleven years of education, leaving evil and damnation in his veins and holiness in his heart.

Crowley touched Warlock's white wings tentatively. The moment the demon's power touched the wings, the holy light bounced off. Crowley's fingers were corroded by the holy light.Crowley flicked his hand to touch the black wings again, this time he didn't attack, the black wings absorbed power from Crowley's fingers, and the soft and delicate young feathers began to grow and harden.

Warlock lay on Cain's lap for a while before he recovered. The people sitting in the bar were all the top figures in hell, and the energy overflowing from them made up for the lack of Warlock's strength.Black Feather was growing at an incredible rate, and White Feather looked weak, pitiful and helpless.

Aziraphale and Crowley switched positions. Before the power of light around Warlock was suppressed by the power of darkness, Aziraphale sat down and the power of an angel on his body can support the growth of Warlock's white feather and don't fall behind the black Feather is too far away.

Cain noticed Aziraphale's movements and rubbed his forehead. He had been happy for Warlock's successful breakthrough, but now he discovered a big problem.

Hell can provide power for the growth of Warlock Black Feather, how much it can absorb depends on the upper limit of Warlock's energy ceiling, and there will be no problem of energy shortage.But Warlock's left wing is a white feather, which needs to be nourished by the power of light, and the power of hell will not only fail to provide assistance, but will become a drag.

If according to their previous ideas, Warlock grows up to the point where he can take charge of his own side in hell, Warlock's left wing is likely to wither and die, and eventually become a single-winged vampire, which is not very good-looking.

The author says:

Cain: Oops, my cub is going to be malnourished.

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Thanks to the little angels who voted for me or irrigated the nutrient solution~

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: Jiujiujiu°, Samoyed, and a barbecue stand owner;

Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: 20 bottles of Samoyed; 10 bottles of I have a wish; 5 bottles of Leona; 1 bottle of Chenxing;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!