Black Witch (1)
[If Lucifer becomes the balance of the continent, it will be a world like hell. You don't have to explain. There's a sample in front of your eyes, so Rod looks at the view of hell again. I was looking at the same landscape as Frey. More than that, the horse machete.
It seemed like a different world. It seems confusing, but there is order. There are forces waiting. And then they came to a strange balance. Except for a few fundamental theories and mindsets, this is where life goes. But I don't want it to be like a prison on the continent. Confusion is followed by extreme change. Maybe more blood will flow than if Demi Gods had made a full disclosure. “Not the worst, but pick a chalk.” [Yes.]
Honestly, I didn't understand how the gold rod reacted. 'Something changed. ”It's different from the last time I saw it. Frey tears the city apart. Just as Freig hates Gdofrey, so should he hate Gdofrey. Then the returning rod seemed to have lost sight of it somewhere. It was a faux fur. Something important seems to be missing.
Is this really Lorod? Frey put up with the question. “What if I don't get involved?" Rod Warucifer's power is equal. Their struggle will be divided into fine distinctions, and they will not win. Frey could take a fisherman's heed of the situation, but he didn't overlook Rod Dofray's thoughts.
[The losing side will be consumed. Me or Lucifer... will be absorbed by the winning side. So what do we do?] “What do we do?"
[I don't know.] Frey's eyebrows twitch. Are you kidding me? The color of Rod is serious. Must be close to God. The transcendent, not the absolute. If you are confident enough to handle it.]
I was persuasive. No matter how Freud and Rod and Lucifer merge, we won't be able to defeat the opponent. [Choose.] Rod's voice prompts for an answer. Fre
He closed his eyes. He won't be able to withhold his decision. The Roadwarfers' fight will begin soon, but we need to check it out before then. That was a question I should have asked right after I got here. “I'll ask you one question before I answer.” [Speak.] "Where's Iris?" Rod was silent for a moment. As soon as he saw his sign up, Frey said first.
“I'll warn you. I don't tolerate any lies or forgeries about this.
"Fray's warning was sincere. Rodriguez has closed his mouth again. He hasn't opened his mouth in a while. Nearby, Demigod gets a little rattled. Those on the left are all staring at Rod's mouth, murmuring bluntly. Fray's pupils grew, and he got smaller again.“... I see. ”He closed his eyes, and at last the wind blew. The wind of hell is ominous, the station.
It was cold. It smelled like a bloody monster's trim.
Frey opens his eyes when the wind stops. “I want to see her.” [I can't do that.] “Why?" [Iris is deeply associated with Lucifer. She's got a lot to hide. Maybe her own existence is Lucifer's means of subsistence.] So you locked him up in a space where there's nothing.
Frey realizes that a bird is holding a fist. He digs into his fingernails and doesn't come out. It had to be. Frey's body is not here. “Then I'll go into the gangway.
C. ”
Even Erod could not stop his words for a moment. [... Are you serious? If you go in there, you can never come out again.]
“Evidence that he's wrong is right in front of you.” Fray Dependents is the perfect prison.
Unexpectedly, Rod burst into laughter. [Hahaha...]] “Why are you laughing?" [Are you calming down? You found a gap, and you managed to get out of the gang?] “No?" [You were then a human being] .9 Even if you were a wizard of Saints, you could not escape the framework of man. And power is not as shabby as a human being.] “You're overreacting. I was there.
It was 4,000 years. ”Not 100 years, 1,000 years. 4,000 years, 40 centuries.
“It's been a long time, and I've been in your power. Then I dug the gap exactly.” [Huhu. Fray Wadalirod was calm, sharpening his wits. He smiled low and nodded.
I don't care what you think. Above all, it has nothing to do with me.
[Ini] “…. ”
[If you are now, escaping the gang with your magnetism will be difficult. I will do whatever you want.]
The space divides and reveals a more humid world than hell. Rod points to a black-and-white, lonely world. [Come on, Fraybleke, you've been in the world for a long time.]
* * *
Iris Spider-Man could hear a special voice from the very beginning. The voice was as varied as it could not be counted, and each spoke to Iris in a word. But there was also one thing in common. It was the fact that they all had a favour for Iris. At first I thought they were spirits. I saw them in a fairy tale book. Pure and unscrupulous creatures, natural espresso fairies. So it was better. It wasn't the cute ones.
As I grew older, I was able to see not only the voices, but also the body. Although blurred, I could see that their appearance was far from that of the Spirit. They were demons. Iris was nine years old and became aware of her identity. Witch.
Witches were horrible. Racial, national and ethnic groups were treated as horrible adversaries only. All witches have no choice but to hide their identities.
After being persistently pursued by an ethnic interrogation meeting established beyond the framework of the lower state, he is subjected to hundreds of tortures after being held captive. Iris was clever. Although she was only nine years old, she had an accurate understanding of the perception of witchcraft in society. She was able to hide her secrets perfectly.... Only for her family. Iris told her parents her secret. The unfortunate fact was hard. Her parents were more enthusiastic about her children than multireligious information.
When Iris opened her eyes after dinner that night, she realized that she was in a place she had never seen before. Stabbing blood on the tip of the nose. It looks like it fell off the floor with a pinch of water. A desperate scream, a torture that could not even be remembered by her imagination, was becoming tens of thousands of years old. The headquarters of the Ethnic Interrogation Conference, the view of the torture chamber in the basement. The back of her hand was not a sight for a girl like her. Of course, there were many girls like her.
I knew it afterwards, but it is said to be a process to purify the unclean souls. After the torture, if you burn your body with fire, your soul will get rest. The Imich fanatics were so convinced. When the torturers touched Iris' murder, she instinctively summoned the devil. The Superior Devil turns the Ajit of the Ethan Interrogation Conference into a sea of fire in an instant. She walks behind the Ajit with nothing but ashes.
Wake up. Iris is back home.
She didn't even know her purpose in detail, but she was heading home.
I wanted to see my parents. I wondered what they would say. “We didn't give birth to anything like you. You, you monster. ”
“God… I'm sorry……. Please forgive me..... Sorry,” … “.” And I regretted my choice. I didn't want an apology. Then what do you want to do? Iris couldn't answer her own question.
Iris had left her fearful parents behind, and at the same time she felt a chill. It was cold. I was trembling. Then she didn't tremble. The look on her face was as cold as the loss of emotion. Then I thought there would be no such thing as a second-generation director. There would be no reason to believe in humans. Absolutely.
* * *
It's been 10 years.
Iris is 19 years old. She lives alone in a rare swamp. There was no inconvenience in being self-sufficient. A life without purpose. She was feeling a dark futility at a young age. ”It was my first thought when I opened my eyes in the morning. Then it was unfair to cut my life off right now. That day, Iris's fate changed a little bit more than the other day. A guest has come.
“Are you a black witch?" was the man with the antique robe, and the serpentine wand. He was not a particularly characteristic dog, but Iris thought his expression was strangely similar to his own. Of course, it's just the same. At this point, Iris had all the new things in the Imam race. Something that looks like a wizard is different from that guy. "But?" The Black Witch has been another name since she became a swamp emer. Of course, it's not a pleasure to be screened into Iris. Others
Being distinguished from witches meant that her name was so widely known that an interrogation would soon come. "I've seen the forest to the west. It was terrible. Hundreds of trees were uprooted. You did it, didn't you?" sighs out. I don't even think about denying it. “... Yes.” Nod with a tired face. That's what she did. Of course, there was a reason, but I didn't think to explain it.
I won't accept it. She doesn't understand it anyway. They have no intention of understanding Iris as much as nails. As long as it is branded to them as witches, everything she has done is a demonic act, a backlash. Threaten and expelled appropriately. Then we should go somewhere else. Then I decided to summon the Devil. “Thank you.” … "Huh?" Iris never thought of it. It was a man speaking towards her.
“Imi was dead in the woods. It must have been Richie's recent downfall. If you hadn't used your hands so quickly, the whole forest would have decayed.”
Iris hesitates for a moment and opens his subscription. “Are you here to say that?" Yes. "” “... I'm a witch.” Then the man answers with a childish face. I know. Have you forgotten? I called you a black witch. ”And yet you believe me?” "I believe in my eyes," to be precise.
G. ”
The voice of the man is buried in the confidence of Esroe. He was not just a frowning man, but a good looking confidence. “If you were a real witch, you would know dozens of ways to make the forest rot more efficiently than it was. But the only thing that made rot was that you had a doctor to treat the forest. ”
“Am I wrong?" Iris hears the rattling. It was his own. I don't know why, but it hovered over my face. His neck was stuck. His eyes were blocked.
Shiul is as fierce as a bullet.I couldn't take my lips off easily. "That...” Iris knew why. It was the moment she was born, the first time she was understood by anyone.
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