In religious texts or fantasy novels,
There would be descriptions of evil creatures,
Demons, devils, evil gods, all kinds of creatures born in the darkest of darkness hid in alternate dimensions,
They coveted the Prime Material Plane all the time,
They desired to destroy any life in the Prime Material Plane,
A few would trade with the creatures in the Prime Material Plane, deceiving countless races through exquisite lies.
The greedy tried to reap without sowing, the desperate tried to fulfill their wishes,
Countless people sought ways to summon the devil,
Selling everything he had left to these monsters from hell.
In the end, they were left with nothing, only a few people could benefit from trading with the devil, most people would lose everything along with their souls.
However, few people knew that even among evil creatures, there were camps and hierarchy chains.
Superior creatures had a natural aura to suppress inferior creatures, and the hatred between the chaotic camp and the lawful camp was even greater than the hatred between good forces. The abyss and hell were two completely different planes.
The abyss belonged to the demons, and hell belonged to the devils. The former's soul echoed with the echoes of the abyss' will, sinking into the endless desire to kill and devour, while the latter used lies and trades to toy with humans.
They appreciated the despair and pain of mortals,
Just like the eternal hostility between chaos and order,
Demons and devils could never coexist peacefully.
But the same thing was,
Any evil creature would covet the purest dark bloodline in fear.
A cold wind swept through the room, and the candlelight swayed in the strong wind, illuminating the man's slightly hideous sallow face. He stared at the mirror, and his deep-set eyes were bloodshot. His breathing was so rough that it sounded like the roar of a bellows, flickering under the dim candlelight, looking strange and terrifying.
The candlelight swayed more and more violently, and finally, the room was brightly lit for a moment. The next second, the red candles that covered the room went out, and suddenly, darkness swallowed the entire space with a roar.
The man screamed. Before he could light the candle again, a circle of blood-red flames suddenly ignited under the mirror. The frame of the mirror slowly melted in the flames, but the surface of the mirror was dark, like a long path leading to an unknown darkness.
The sound of footsteps came from the depths of the quiet path. The man's pupils shrank, and he licked his lips, staring at the mirror with half fear and half expectation, holding his breath and waiting for the final result.
A figure walked out from the depths of the path and quickly entered the area illuminated by the flames.
He had the face of a middle-aged man and was dressed like a salesman. He wore a black coat, trousers, and a top hat. He carried a briefcase and looked quite polite.
'Good evening, 'he said in cadence.' I have heard your wish, in obedience to your summons. You will make a covenant with me, will you? '
The man recovered from the shock and trembled as he revealed an expression that looked like he was crying and laughing at the same time. He said fanatically, "Yes! Yes! I summoned you, one of the Seven Devils of Hell! Please — "
He began to ramble on about his past. Every sentence was enough to make Grammarian burst into tears and make the words want to break down on their own so that they would not end up fragmented in his mouth. However, the summoned demon showed excellent professionalism. Not only did he not show the slightest impatience, but he also smiled encouragingly. He pushed the monocle and continued to listen to the man's chaotic expression.
When the man finished, the demon nodded. "Alright, I already know your wish —"
This was supposed to be an ordinary 'deal with the devil' story, but at this moment, the demon's expression suddenly changed. He tilted his head and closed his eyes.
The next moment, he suddenly opened his eyes.
The disguise that belonged to a human disappeared from his face, revealing an expression that only belonged to the devil in hell. His eyes were a mixture of frightening ecstasy and hunger, evil enough and creepy enough.
The demon licked his lips, withdrew his gaze, looked at the man in front of him, and said politely, "I'm sorry, but our deal needs to be postponed for the time being. I need to go to a feast now."
"What? No, you can't — "
But it was too late. The demon showed an expectant smile, held the briefcase, and snapped his fingers. The flame suddenly went out, and the room was swallowed by silence and darkness again.
…
The advantage of holding hands was that even if Rania could only see the swaying red head, she did not have to worry about falling into the sewer.
But for the next month, Mister could basically be considered to be offline and could do nothing. Rania had to shift her consciousness back to the Weyne Manor. After all, here she could still use the excuse of "turning grief into appetite" to eat the cake … But in Red Hood, she could only watch the red head float.
After following Red Hood through many turns, they arrived at their destination. Rania heard the door open and followed him into the house absent-mindedly. She did not expect a question to come straight at her.
"Are you going to follow me closely for the next month?" Red Hood asked.
Rania: "… Is it your habit to say the obvious out loud?"
She heard a low chuckle from Red Hood.
"I want to sleep with a girl, and you want to listen?" he said.
Rania thought it was obvious. She could only hide in his body and pretend that she did not exist. "If you need help with a prop, I can —"
Black Mist could freely transform into any weapon, but it would be more troublesome to use it without the host. For example, Rania could only attach to her human body for a short period of time. Most of the time, she just hid in her clothes and transformed into claws or armor when needed. But if it was someone else, it was basically impossible to use her.
But for Red Hood, there was no such problem. Rania thought about it carefully and felt that in theory, she could actually play the role of tentacle support … Of course, she would not do that.
Red Hood: "…"
Jason imagined the scene.
A second later, he shuddered and dispelled the strange thoughts in his mind. He firmly refused Mister's proposal. "No, no, no, thank you."
He looked at Mister, narrowed his eyes slightly, and twitched the corner of his mouth. The curve was not big, but the sarcasm was overflowing.
Jason knew he was in the wrong, so he pretended not to see it.
"What should I call you?" he asked.
His attitude was not so sharp. Mister glanced at him and sighed. The gloomy and cold atmosphere slowly receded from her golden eyes.
She said in a low voice, "Mister is fine."
Jason felt that he could quite understand Mister's depression. Thinking about it, she would be inseparable from him for the next month, unless he went to Weyne Manor. She could not even go back to see Rania, which was equivalent to a forced breakup.
After confirming that Mister must follow him closely, Jason also had an idea on how to ask for help from his friends behind her back.
Even if he watched him all the time, it was impossible for Mister to decipher the encrypted message in a short time. Thanks to Tim Drake, or something else, it didn't matter. He didn't ask for the wrong Batmobile. He would thank them when he contacted them in this way.
It was absolutely impossible for him to accept a month's adaptation period. Before that, he had to solve this parasitic relationship, and see if he could get rid of the parasitic creature at the same time.
But now, Jason felt that he could dispel the latter idea. Although the two of them were just fighting, now it seemed that it was all a misunderstanding, and there was really no need to kill each other.
Soon after, he sat on the sofa, holding the Batmobile, with a serious look on his face.
After connecting to the internal line of the Batcave, Jason's tense spirit slightly relaxed, and he quickly sent a message to Dick to confirm whether he was still alive and kicking, and whether he had flirted with his sister's girlfriend.
As he sent the message, he cautiously glanced to the side.
Her wiry white hair was scattered beside his hand. The safe house was not big, and the single bed was even narrower. The girl was curled up beside him with her eyes closed. Her thick and curly eyelashes hung over her eyes like snowflakes.
The two of them were now disgusted with each other. After confirming that there was only a single bed here, Mister simply lay down on the bed, curling up her slender body. Her face was as cold as an ice rose, and the only thing missing was a "Red Hood and Red Hood Do Not Come Near" sign on her body.
Her unapproachable attitude was exactly what Jason wanted, and it was also convenient for him to send a message to the Batcave. After confirming that Mister did not wake up, he turned his attention back to the phone. While secretly editing the message, he was confused. This scene seemed a bit familiar.
… It seemed a bit like the scene of an affair.
Jason pondered for a moment, and decided not to consider how similar his current behavior was to that of a scumbag.
It was all the oppression of life. Jason comforted himself.
He did not want to give in, but life was a bit heavy, and it could also grow a bunch of tentacles.
The bubble in the chat box flashed, and "Nightwing" replied to his message. Jason immediately perked up and looked at the phone screen.
Hood: How are you doing?
Nightwing: [Picture]
The picture was quite blurry, and he could only vaguely distinguish two people. Jason looked at it in confusion. He did not know why Dick would send this. If he did not know that it was impossible, he would even think that Dick sent the wrong message.
He zoomed in on the picture for a while, and suddenly felt a little cold behind him.
… The picture was of him and Mister.
At this moment, Red Hood suddenly realized how shameless the relationship between Mister and Rania was.
Obviously, Dick thought so too, and he quickly sent another message.
Nightwing: Bruce does not know yet, but I guess it will be soon. After all, Tim did not go back tonight.
Hood: … Believe it or not, it's very complicated.
Nightwing: Oh.
Jason: "…"
He squeezed the phone, and his head started to hurt.
Hood: Listen, Grésen, no matter what you think, it's not like this. There's nothing. Do you know what she is?
Jason Todd used all his eloquence to describe his experience that night in a concise and concise manner, highlighting his innocence and misfortune. His feelings were sincere, and his language was beautiful. After reading through it, he felt like he could totally go to a reporter and steal Superman's job. Satisfied, he hit send.
The other side was silent for a moment, and sent a simple emoji.
Nightwing: Turn around. Jay:)
Jason: "…"
The man with the red mask suddenly had a bad feeling about this.
This feeling made him turn his head bit by bit, and he looked at the window of the safe house.
His eyes met Nightwing's, who was lying on the window in uniform.
His brother looked at him quietly, and tilted his head. Jason's gaze followed his, and fixed on the white-haired girl sleeping beside him.
In the middle of the night, a man and a woman, sharing a bed.
Nightwing's gaze froze.
Jason: "… … … …"
He felt that he heard the sound of Dick's rationality snapping.
…
Mister did not actually need to sleep, but it was boring to put his consciousness in Red Hood's place, so Rania closed her eyes and pretended to sleep. She focused on the dessert in front of her, and enjoyed the delicate and sweet taste on the tip of her tongue.
Not long after putting down the dessert, Dick hurriedly left the room.
"Goodnight, Rania," he said softly before he left.
This "goodnight" pierced Rania's heart, and her heart melted into honey water. She hated the fact that she was still adapting, and could not have Black Mist protect Dick at all times.
'Ah, Dick is so cute.' The little girl thought dizzily.
He was as cute as her Labrador, and he was so much thinner than her father. He was as light as a mountain bike! Furthermore, he had to carry it and place it together with his human body to protect it!
"Goodnight," she said softly.
She didn't know that this "goodnight" made Dick feel even more conflicted … and his desire to beat up the adulterous couple became even stronger.
After Dick left, Rania happily ate her dessert, and almost didn't think about the headache at Red Hood. However, at this moment, a sudden sound of glass shattering broke her enjoyment.
Rania:?
In the safe house, the white-haired girl opened her eyes and turned to look in the direction of the sound.
The first thing she saw was a smear of red.
The intruder who broke in through the window had a red bird on his chest, and that was all Rania could see. The red bird's wings stretched out to the shoulders, outlining a red V shape. The fabric of the red bird fit the beautiful shape of the chest, and her movements undulated. It seemed to be a young lady.
A big-breasted lady with a deep cleavage descended from the sky and grabbed the red hood. Without a word, she swung her fists and began to beat him up.
Rania: …????
Is this … beating up a scumbag?
The other party came too suddenly, and Red Hood couldn't react for a moment. He only came back to his senses after being punched, and roared angrily, "Are you crazy?"
What answered him was another heavy punch.
He jumped off the bed and began to fight with the other party angrily. The two rolled on the ground, and the entire room was filled with all kinds of crashing sounds and muffled sounds of fists hitting flesh.
Listening to the sound of fists hitting flesh, Rania was stunned for a long time. She suddenly thought of her current position and suddenly shivered.
Wait …!
The little girl curled up on the bed and shivered.
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