Devil's Music

Years ago. Amduras, who had shown his dream of Rahmaninov to Julius by his command, was enjoying the long afternoons of the human world. It was Amdusias who was enjoying the sweet caramel macchiato when she came down to the human world sometimes and was having a quiet time before going up to the horse system.

“Haha, these savages are making a great cup of coffee. Should I kidnap one and lock it in my castle and turn it into a barista? ”

Amduras laughed and ignored the beautiful men who were sitting in the sidewalk cafe and having a free cup of coffee, but the human women who were worse than the maids cleaning toilets in her castle.

"By the way, what kind of blessing did he receive that he was so fond of you? I don't know, really. He's just a normal human child, and he watches it every day. Pymon has been living in His Majesty's castle every day, and he's enjoying seeing him. I gave you my abilities, so why don't we go out and get a facial stamp? ’

Amduras, who got up from her seat and drank all the leftover coffee, laid a tip on the table and walked away.

Somebody, please! Please help me! '

Amduras, who paused for a moment, shakes his head with a desperate cry in his head.

‘Humans have so many things to ask for help. That's why even the gods can't see through them. It's no use staying here anymore. It's no fun to get caught by angels, so let's get out of here. ’

It echoes once again into the head of Amduras, who was standing in front of the bypass and crossing the sidewalk.

"Please! Please help me! Anybody! ’

Amduras sighs, scraping his head roughly, then shakes his head and disappears. The woman standing on the sidewalk, plugging in her earphones and listening to the music, whistled her head as she came next to her.

Amduras, located at Century 21, 87th Street, Brooklyn, looks around. A machine gun fires inside a department store in a glass wall on the first floor of a department store, and a man with a shotgun steps on broken glass and steps inside the back of the car.

Tatata!!

Shhhhh!!!

"Help me!! Please, somebody help me!!"

After slowly raising his hand, Amduras clenches his fist for a moment, suddenly, everyone's movement is extremely slow, as if time were running slow. Before the men who were about to enter the department store took a step, Amduras, who went to the first floor of the department store, looked around and saw a woman lying on the floor with sad eyes, and touched the woman's head. Almost motionless, Amduras scratched her head with an annoying face as her eyes suddenly appeared from one place.

“What! Why did you call me?! ”

When she looks up at Amduras in her astonished eyes, looking back at her embarrassed face, Amduras shakes her hand, shaking her back as if she was tired of waiting.

“I've been summoning you. You have nothing to say to me. Then I'm leaving! ”

The embarrassed woman screams in a hurry.

“D-Help! ”

Amduras, who was about to leave, turns his back and asks.

“Help me what? ”

Amduras shakes his head after raising one hand to form a Demibeast with one finger.

“No, the angels will notice if I save you. You're destined to die here. ”

Despair in the eyes of the woman was young, but the woman holding her fist again pointed to a corner of the department store.

“Of course! Then save my daughter! ”

Amduras shakes his hand without turning his head.

“Ah, he's not dead. You're just gonna get hurt. ”

The woman grabs hold of Gear and Amduras' legs and cries out in tears.

“Ugh! Please! He's too precious to me! Tell us where and how you're going to get hurt! Please!”

Amduras kicks his tongue and looks down at the woman holding her leg. Amduras, who looked quite hostile to humans and was interested, pecked into a corner of a department store and saw a little girl looking at the woman with a frightened look. Amduras, who was sweeping his chin for a moment, looked down at the woman and said with a gentle expression.

“Just one bullet in the head doesn't kill you. I'm just being silly. ”

The woman grunts, grabbing his trousers, whether she's trying to take them off or not.

“Please! Please protect my child, I don't know who you are, but you can! Please!”

Amduras considers for a moment. Saving a human who is destined to die may be a problem, but saving a wounded child is not that difficult, but it is hard to help a human at no cost to the face of the devil.

“Then what are you going to give me? ”

“Anything! I'll do anything! You can ask me to be your slave for life! ”

“For life? Even if it becomes eternal? ”

“Yes, yes! I'll do whatever you say! ”

Amduras nods shortly as he ponders.

“Good. The contract is in place. ”

During a conversation between Amduras and the woman, three shots of a man wearing black sunglasses were fired at the child. A woman, like Slow Video, looks up at Amduras with desperate eyes, laying facedown next to the woman, she throws a flashing gun at the man coming through the entrance of the department store and throws him in front of the child.

Turning his hand to the woman, Amduras reveals his teeth.

“I just needed a kid to take me to dinner. Good. I'll see you in a bit. ”

As Amduras, the last word, disappears before the woman's eyes, time passes like a lie, and the man Amduras throws down on the floor. His thighs, shoulders, and arms were pierced with three bullets, and a gushing of blood slammed into the floor, blocking the child's face. The woman sighs of relief when she sees the child suddenly flying in front of her, breathing blood, and staring at the fallen man in surprise.

Is it because I heard he was going to die anyway? The woman's face became a little calm. Her eyes turn to the child hiding, even as men stand in front of her with their legs spread open and laugh at her forehead with their handguns. The woman who prayed in her mind to stay hidden, not to get hurt, and to stay alive, praying until the bullet in her forehead finally died.

The man who killed the woman shifted his gaze to where the woman was looking. When the man slowly walked down to look at the little ingot behind the man who had fallen down, he saw a child trembling, unable to meet his eyes. The man recognizes that he is the daughter of a man at war, smiling with his teeth full of teeth exposed.

A man slowly pointed a pistol in his hand at the child, smiling bloody. As soon as the pistol bursts, as if there was no hobby of seeing the child die unpleasant, the man turns and rushes out of the department store with the sound of police sirens coming from afar. The man's bullet pierced the child's eye. As the child who lost one eye slowly lowered his head and rapidly lost his life, a white hand appeared and accepted the falling child.

“Whoa! You can't do this. ”

The man's hand covers the child's face. A gloomy black light covers the child's eyes, and after a short time, the police rush into the department store screaming. Amduras, who was laying in a corner, quickly disappeared, and the police who were searching for him found him and shouted loudly.

“Here's a child! He's still breathing! ”

“Huh? This kid doesn't look hurt. I think I just fainted. ”

As if nothing had happened in front of the police inspecting the body of the child, a child with new eyes was lying shivering on his eyelids. As the police, screaming for an ambulance, got up and turned around, a blue faint light appeared from the left eye of the lying child.

* * *

“So Kiska. And don't forget that there's a positive and a negative combination, okay? ”

Even today, Byung-jun saw that he was giving a talk to Kiska about color and took juice out of the refrigerator and said.

“Kuhaha, Gun, you can't understand me because you say that. Don't you know eye level training? ”

No matter what the gun sounds like, he just looks at the handsome face of the gun and shakes his fist at Bottle Jun as if Kiska was good enough to talk to himself. Byeong-jun put his mouth on the juice bottle and stared at me for no reason.

“What is it? Erik, yes. The disturber of love should go out and burn a cigarette. ”

Bottle Joon shakes his head in a jumper, goes outside, lights a cigarette, picks up his phone and calls somewhere.

“Yes, Director Lynn. That's me."

“Yes, sir. I was going to call you. ”

“Yes? Is something wrong? ”

“Make dinner with Professor Leontin Price tomorrow. ”

“Well, it's not that hard, but what's the reason? ”

“This opera is for African children, right? ”

“Yes, that's right. If he doesn't, it's because he's not rowing when he gets in the water and he's doing something he can't afford. ”

“Oh, I see. What should a manager do if he chooses something celebrities can't afford? ”

“Persuade · · · · what ·? ”

“Haha, you should grow up more, too. If you can't afford it, you'll have to do something else. ”

“On the job, Director? ”

“Yes, even if it's not a financial gain, we can get something else. ”

“What... what is it? ”

“Image. Good image brand marketing. ”

Byeong-jun scratched his head as if he didn't know.

“Do you have any good ideas? ”

“Professor Leontin Price and Gunn are financially insensitive. Is that correct?"

“Yes, it is, but without greed, it is so frustrating. ”

“So if you convince them to take advantage of the money, they won't even work, right? ”

“Of course, it would be counterintuitive. And that's why I can't speak either. ”

“That's right. So what if we could offer African children a way to support more money, like in Nepal? What if we control our profits very little? ”

“Is there a way? If they were, they'd both agree. ”

“Haha, that's enough. See you tomorrow."

“Ah! Director! I can't sleep if I'm curious! Director!”

Chit

“Shit!! ”

Byung-jun hung up the phone roughly and smoked a cigarette on the line.

“What the hell? Why do you always have to be alone?! ”

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