If one cut on the atrium can kill a person, the feeling at this moment is like being cut ten times heavily, but a blood transfusion is used to maintain your consciousness, allowing you to endure such heart-breaking torture.
——What makes us like this?
There was no starlight in the dark sky, and the tongues of fire behind him screamed weirdly along with the sound of steel and bricks falling apart. With the pain in his penis as if his soul was about to be pulled out, Francis had the illusion for a moment that he was Lucifer who was about to sink into hell.
——Really, Arti, for you, I will do anything at all costs.
I tried to open my mouth, but I didn't have the courage to speak. What he saw before him was exactly what he was most afraid of happening after he decided to take this road, but he had imagined it countless times.
——Really, Arti, if I destroy all your support so that you can only belong to me, then let me bear all the sins.
Francis knelt down gently and stretched his left hand around Arthur's still bowed head.
——Really, Arti, I will not hesitate to turn into a devil for you.
The man in his arms twisted and pushed violently, and the vicious mouth bit his left arm with a gunshot wound mixed with sharp curses.
——Really, Arti, my little prince, you are all my extravagant hopes. I never regret meeting you in this era, I just regret not being able to love you properly, with all my strength, and openly.