BLOODY LOVE'S

Episode 238's

The world has rules. Anyone who is on the surface of the earth is automatically bound to the rule.

William leaves his shadow at the school of the devil in exchange for his salvation. He was skeptical that the plan would work, but it turns out that the devil is also bound by the rules of the promise he made himself so as not to deny. Like his pledge, the teacher accepted William's shadow as a prisoner and let him go. But as a reward for cheating the devil, William got one silent demon as a bond between himself and the teacher.

Call me whenever you want, the teacher's voice still ringing in William's ear as if it had just been shouted by the demon, my little pet will give you a way to me. At that time, we can make a new appointment. New contract.

William called him. A one-time. It was as cold as tonight. The wind blew fiercely, the cold biting all the way to the bones. He was carrying a dead body that was getting frozen, like tonight. The difference is, Arabella he carried carefully instead of being dragged from behind the collar of clothes.

One more thing, William thought gloomily as he continued walking. Just stay tomorrow my time or everything has to start all over again.

The world has rules. Everything has to be exchanged at the same price. Eyes with eyes. Teeth with teeth. Life with life.

Where will I find the appropriate pride? Kidnap one of the top-notch royals in Bjork? William thought about one by one the faces of the nobles he knew with difficulty. The true slumber must keep the key of his sin on the brink of death. He remembers the greedy greed, the stubborn lust thinking that there is no harm in indulging in sensual pleasures, the wrath to the end still raging, and three other sacrifices. All the fallout from the previous six sins is a relatively easy sacrifice. Even though they were terrified, that fear would still not turn themselves into something else.

Pride is different.

Fear will change the essence of pride. If he chooses the wrong pride representative and the human is actually afraid and begs for forgiveness, then the human being is automatically no longer pride. The status will not be legal. The ritual may fail.

I shouldn't have killed this man, William mused. But he also felt that if left too long, Marco would really find a way to kill him. He carried the body of the man just in case, who knew the body was still binding lives in it so that the ceremony could still take place.

Bill's.

A gentle blowing wind swept over the ends of her hair, almost like stroking. William stopped his steps. He looked around in wonder. His heart beats in irregular beats. It was a familiar voice. A voice that always appears in his dreams. The sound that so missed to make him willing to crumble into grains of sand origin can hear once again.

Billy, over here.

He didn't hear wrong. William is sure of that. He circulated the gaze, looking into the corners of the city, sharpening the ears.

Bill!

It was clearly a scream. The cry that the wind flew. The sound stung his back and every joint. William walked quickly following the direction of the voice, holding his breath when he saw the figure of a blond girl whizzing behind the curve of the house. The heart is like being squeezed with a grain of beach sand and allowed to beat in a glass shard. He ran faster. If he could meet the girl a second sooner, he would do anything.

He willingly.

William ran faster and faster, the corners of his lips rising upwards in a wide smile expectantly. The night wind rippled in his ears, pounding his body in a coolness that no longer made it freeze.

That is Arabella! He could see his back now. He knew that the figure was indeed the girl he loved, his Bella. William takes his grip off the collar of Marco's clothes, leaving the man just on the street as it hinders movement.

William managed to cut the distance. Now he lives three meters from Arabella's body. He did not know how the gadia came back and why it could be, but the girl was clearly Arabella. Like teasing her, Arabella turned towards the flat stone pavement that led to the tax office. William ran faster to catch up.

"Bella!" yells. His voice echoed in the silent walls.

When it finally came to the open area in front of the tax office, what William encountered was not Arabella. There is no Arabella. The trace of the girl vanished, as if mingling in the night mist.

William's countenance turned grim. He could even feel his facial muscles being pulled down and turning stiff in the expression. He approached the only person waiting for him there.

Jose Argent's.

The man was completely alone. There is no fear of others around him. Jose was wearing only a thin black coat with the embroidery of his family crest on his chest, embroidered prominently with gold thread. A black wool scarf wrapped around his neck, so thick and tall that it covered his lips. His black eyes watched with great searching. "Where is Marquis Argent?"

William ignored the question. He recalled making so many undead troops before leaving for Aston. Too much to overcome two humans until he even had time to feel excessive. "You should be dead" he said exasperatedly.

Jose pulled down his scarf, giving a very polite smile as he shook his head. "You should be dead."

Where's Bella? William wanted to ask, but broke away. He was really upset to see the young man still alive, but upon second thought, Jose's presence was a good thing. Jose was arrogant enough to represent pride, the man seemed unlikely to cry out for mercy when he was on the verge of death. William smiled with relief at finding the solution to his problem.

"You look happy" Jose commented slowly. "Is it because you just saw your girlfriend?"

William silent. His eyes looked at Jose fixedly, watching, trying to digest what the question meant just now.

William was still silent, not intending to tell anything on his new tumble. He walked closer with long strides, intending to bend the man until he fainted. He would break Jose's arms and legs so that the man could not escape.

"I have an offer, I can bring it to life for you" Jose said. "Live Arabella."

That's bullshit. William was not affected. He called his demon. Enough with the desire, without needing to think of anything, his little demon already understood. The black particles again slid out from his body, giving him an unpleasant sensation. Every time the demon came out, his power was drained. He is Solomonari, the contractor of the devil. But still summoning demons from hell is not a fun thing to do.

"You were tricked by that demon" Jose continued, still stubbornly blabbering, but not backing down in the slightest. His body did not even tremble. His eyes are undaunted.

William was happy to see it. True pride. Not as pure as Marco, I guess. But I'm not a voter.

"I can call Arabella for you if you promise to leave the city."

William stopped stepping. A small laugh escaped his lips hearing that ludicrous persuasion. "You? Calling Bella?"

"I called him that." Jose nodded quickly. "I asked him to call you here. You think what you saw was an illusion? No, it's real." He looked to the side and whispered something to the wind. It looked like that because then a warm wind swirled around them, flying dry leaves and paper waste. Then a girl appeared in a greenish ectoplasm.

Her blond hair was loosely woven and draped to her right shoulder. The dress is simple with a low cleavage and a circular pearl necklace around the neck. The girl was carrying a red fan.

William bought, glued to his place. The shadow is Arabella. For a few seconds, there was nothing he could do. Tongue's cow. So aware of the confusion, William approached slowly and reached out, but the shadow fell back into a warm breeze.

Jose looked at him closely within a meter. Small white clouds came out from his lips as he breathed. "That's all I can do. My strength is not enough. But," he said quickly and decisively, "i can summon his physical form permanently by borrowing your strength."

"My powers?" William was still staring at the empty spot where Arabella had been, a little quiet to enjoy the warm breeze left behind. That was Arabella. How to look, how to stand.

"Yes" Jose's voice was as calm as a drop of water. "Your demonic power and your necklace."

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Sir William used the main road, so he should have followed. Lady Chantall drove smoothly avoiding some of the corpses that ran across the middle of the road. His back was cold and he was attacked by intense fear. He's afraid of ghosts. He was afraid of monsters. He was afraid that Sir William would hurt him. He's afraid of death.

But above all that fear, what he fears the most is that he missed Marco's critical time. The only thing that kept him firm was the desire to see again the man's face, even for a minute.

Even if it's only for a minute, I want to talk to him. I want to say goodbye, Lady Chantall driving her car across the road with speeding. He knew the road in Bjork like his own palm. Bjork is so dark and quiet, but it is easy for him to avoid where the rock bulge and where the crack of the road even though only rely on dim car lights.

He slowed down the car every time he saw a black shadow on the road. On several occasions, Lady Chantall stopped her car and went down to check if what she saw was Marco or not.

Eleven twelve o'clock. Lady Chantall returned to her car and continued down the main road of Bjork.

Sir William wanted to meet Garnet, he thought, he might go South. Marco may have been brought in as well.

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When the Greyland troupe finally arrived and heard what had happened from Robert, the first thing he wanted to do was to ascertain whether Marco's death was indeed true. The man was also rumored to have died earlier when he was taken prisoner by the Scholomance sect, but was still alive and freshly fit. He will not admit Marco's death as long as he has not seen his body with his own eyes.

"Everybody here can testify for me" said Robert, perceiving Greyland's doubts.

Edgar himself was still on his horse, looking so devastated. "Jose ...," he whispered in the wind. "Jose and Renata how?"

"They're in the South." Robert nodded towards the darkness of the city. Some houses turn on the lights, but not a few who let the darkness rule the night. "Marsh and Clearwater were also there to preach it. Sir William himself .. I don't know, maybe he's hiding waiting for the eclipse."

Greyland turned to Edgar, his eyes pressing. "I think you'd better get out of Bjork, Ed."

"And forsake my wives? Leave my brother?" furious Edgar. His face is blushing. "We're going South! If it's a war the devil wants, just give it what it wants!"

Greyland nodded in satisfaction. They gouged away, passing Robert who remained assigned to guard the city gates. Greyland leaves fifty men to help him look after Bjork.

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