Endless Debt.

Chapter 1 Prologue Debtor

Under the night, the church is brightly lit and the candles are burning quietly. The melted wax flows down the steps and solidifies. With the evening wind blowing, it is like the sea under the setting sun, rippling and sparkling.

In the narrow confessional room, Bologo lowered his head and whispered.

"Father, the souls of good people go to heaven, and the souls of wicked people go to hell, right?"

Not long after, a kind voice came from the other end.

"Of course, child."

Burrogo and the priest were separated by a thin layer of black veil. In the dim light, the faces of the two were blurred, and it was impossible to distinguish each other's appearance.

"Is that so? That would be great."

Hearing the priest's affirmation, Burlogo nodded, relieved.

"I have a friend."

When talking about her, a smile flashed across Burrog's bewildered face, but soon cooled down again.

"Not a 'friend' to cover up, she's a real person, the only friend I have.

After I was released from prison a year ago, I stood at the gate of the prison. I was confused for a while, not knowing where to go, and then I saw her. Although I hadn’t seen her for a long time, I still recognized her at a glance.

She took me home and took care of me all the time, she was very nagging before...after she became an old lady, she kept nagging even more, talking about me endlessly every day..."

Burrog opened the chatter box and began to speak in a rambling manner, while the priest listened quietly.

"When I sleep without a quilt, I will be muttered by her, and I will be muttered by her if I don't eat breakfast, even if I stay up late, sometimes I will retort 'Are you my mother', and she will take advantage of it, Laughing and continuing to chatter."

Burrog couldn't help showing a smile. Hearing this, the priest on the other end of the black veil also laughed, and the laughter of the two echoed in the narrow space.

"I lived in her house for a while, sleeping on the sofa in the living room, and her children would come home to see her from time to time, probably because I had been in prison, her children didn't like me, and she was a I'm an old lady, always suspecting that I'm plotting something wrong, such as intending on her family property."

Having said that, Burrog shook his head.

"In order not to affect their family harmony, I moved out and went to see her whenever I was free. She said that I was like her child without blood... and took advantage of me."

The woman's face gradually appeared in Burrogo's mind. It was an old face. The years had destroyed all her beauty, but she could still faintly see the former beauty from the shriveled skin and wrinkles.

Listening to his narration, the priest also nodded slightly with a smile.

"Bengnian Friend? Sounds good."

"Yes, she is really a good person. She is willing to take me in when I am helpless. I joked with her before, saying that I would be her lover to repay this kindness. She shook her head and said I stood up with her, more like mother and son than lovers."

Burrog raised his head, seeing only the deep darkness, he muttered to himself.

"Such a good person should have a good death, right, on a sunny morning..."

He took a deep breath, and the smile on his face gradually became cold, as if wearing a mask, his face was expressionless.

"Father, I want to confess to you about her death. And the atrocities I committed after her death."

His voice was calm and without emotion.

The words were like a spell, and a nameless chill hit the priest's heart. He looked nervously to the other side of the black veil, but he could only see a blurred outline.

In a trance, he had an inexplicable feeling, as if the Bologo at the other end of the confessional was no longer a human being, but some kind of indescribable existence.

Full of evil, ferocious, deceitful...

"About a month ago, on a sunny morning, she went out for a walk as usual, but this time she didn't come back. When she was found, she was dead, and her body was lying in a dark alley. Jewelry and money were looted."

The joy just now was gone, and Burlogo's eyes were empty, as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him.

"An ordinary robbery case... That's what the magistrates said, Father, you also know the ghost place of Opus, this city coexists with order and chaos, robbery is very common, she is just a little unlucky, in the sun Such a bad thing happened on a bright morning.

I thought that was the case at first. On the way to the morgue, I thought about a lot of things, such as how to find the damned robber, how to make him realize that death is also a luxury at certain moments ..."

Burrog's voice paused and continued.

"I saw her dead body in the morgue. Her body was cold and peaceful, as if she had fallen asleep. The doctor said she was too old. She hit her head and died. That's how many elderly people die. .

At first I also accepted this cause of death, but soon I found out that there were traces of 'condensation' on her body, and her soul...was taken away. "

The priest's expression froze, like a cold stone sculpture, while Bologo laughed in a low voice. The narrow confession room was like a prison at the moment, locking him and the priest together.

In other words, the priest was forced to lock up with him.

"Do you know? Father, my boss said that souls are real, so in the story, those devils who long for souls are also real. They hide in dark corners and promise all kinds of good things. To tempt mortals to give their souls."

Burlogo suddenly chatted about something else, his voice was very soft, as if telling a dark secret.

"Some people sacrificed their entire soul to the devil in the transaction, and since then there will be a hollow hole in his heart that is constantly collapsing-that is the place of the soul.

The void is like a vortex that devours everything, bit by bit eating away at human sanity.

In the unbearable pain, they became more and more crazy and hungry, until they devoured the souls of others, thus filling the void in their hearts and temporarily relieving the tortured hunger. "

I don't know when the confession room was completely silent, only the voice of Bologo's narration was left, and there was nothing else.

"Condensation is a means of condensing the soul, solidifying the empty soul into a solid body, and then intervening, just like the so-called philosopher's stone, the elixir of death... This is not a robbery, this is a murder that plunders the soul, a Extraordinary crime."

Burrog's voice trembled. It wasn't fear, but excitement, violent excitement.

"I found the gangsters who roamed the area, pulled out their teeth, smashed their bones, cut off their fingers one by one... It was exhausting work, but luckily I got a name, I followed the name and found another guy.

He's a pharmacist who sells all kinds of banned drugs on the black market, tortures him, tortures him, and gets his next name.

Thugs, ringleaders, smugglers, bribed sheriffs...

Next, next..."

Accompanied by Burlogo's narration in the silence is the clear pointer sound. After each syllable dissipates, the pointer sounds a small, advancing paragraph.

Tick, tick, tick... The speed is gradually accelerating, as if falling into a black vortex, people howling weakly, being dragged, swallowed by it, and returned to the darkness.

The pressure was building in the priest's heart, and cold sweat covered his forehead.

Until a certain moment, Burlogo finally stopped, he smiled casually, and ended this crazy narration.

"Forget it, I won't go into details. In short, it's a boring, mechanical job. In the end, I got a list from a dead man."

Burlog moved his eyes slowly, looking at the other end of the black veil.

"Father, do you know Adele Dauvillain?

There was no response from behind the black veil, only low and slight sounds, like the crumbling of a glacier cracking, and the restlessness of young shoots breaking through the soil.

Bologo waited quietly. For some reason, there was always a very strong smell of incense in the church, even in the confessional room, but soon he smelled a fishy smell from the incense.

Screams sounded.

The sharp finger bones broke through the flesh and blood, like a blood-stained sharp knife, tore apart the black veil that was cut off, slashed along Burrog's face, and nailed into the wooden board behind him.

Burrog turned his head and looked in the direction of the priest, a thin red line stretched along his cheek, and then blood flowed from it.

The stench of blood filled the air, like some kind of exciting medicine, and there were gasps.

Bologo looked indifferently, staring at the priest in front of him, or the devil, expressionlessly.

"You shouldn't have found it here."

Darkness enveloped the priest's body, and a distorted sound came from his throat.

The priest could smell the soul, the sweet, intoxicating and crazy smell coming out of the blood, just by smelling such a delicious taste, the hunger from the emptiness in his heart could be relieved a lot.

But after the relief, there is a greater desire.

"A devil can't be a priest."

Burrog said coldly.

The priest didn't respond, but let out a hoarse and weird laugh.

It doesn't worry about the leak of the secret, as long as it kills Burrog.

Eat the soul of Boluogo, and then dismember the body into thousands of pieces, and throw it into the gray mist of the Great Rift... as always.

"Father Doron, why did your name appear on that list?"

Bologo raised his head and saw the hideous face of the priest, his facial features were completely distorted, without any kindness.He was like a wild beast culling its prey, breathing heavily and fiercely, his pupils were bloodshot and scarlet.

"Really? What a pity."

Burrow said so.

The sharp claws struck again, and there was only a sound of metal crumbling, and then in the narrow darkness, Duo Lun felt a sharp pain from his chest, and then his body was pulled, and he knocked out of the confession room uncontrollably.

The burning candlestick was knocked over, hot wax oil and fireworks entangled on it, ignited the clothes, the flames burned, roared, Duo Lun was like a beast bathing in flames.

In the dark confessional room, Bologo walked out slowly, holding a long metal handle in his hand, and there were scratches on it from parrying claw strikes.He swung the long handle vigorously, accompanied by a few crisp sounds, the metal long handle was extended step by step, and finally the deadly sharp knife slipped out, reflecting the burning candle.

A sharp jackknife is held in the hand.

"There are also some people who did not lose all their souls in the deal with the devil, and also received the devil's 'gift'."

As Bologo said, he touched his chest and heart with one hand.

"The boss said that this kind of people have lost part of their souls, their souls are no longer complete, a corner is missing, and a part of the hole is exposed, so they are sometimes tortured by hunger, urging them to find the lost soul and fill the gap again , but they still maintain their sanity and will not be hungry like you and demons."

As Burlog approached, the candlelight set the carpet ablaze, illuminating his face.

It was a fairly young face, with long black hair falling loosely, eyes hidden in the shadows, wearing a black windbreaker, lined with a white shirt, and a black tie at the neckline.

Very ordinary people, like off-duty employees, such people can be seen everywhere in Opals.

"Devils are a crafty, damned bunch, aren't they?"

Burrog grumbled.

"Such people cannot live as a sane person, nor can they be driven by hunger, like you demons, into complete depravity and madness.

Not up or down.

He ran around for his lost soul, hoping that one day he would redeem his soul from the hands of the devil and pay off this heavy debt. "

Doron rushed forward, it was becoming a beast.

The sharp claws were like slender sword blades, and the soaring muscles swelled to burst the clothes, and amidst the low roars, it exploded with an unstoppable momentum.

The figure distorted into a fuzzy black shadow, and after a short delay, a strong wind blew up, blowing the burning fireworks.

A sharp crumbling sound resounded, and sparks flew everywhere.

Duo Lun couldn't believe the scene in front of him. Burrog held up the jackknife with one hand, easily blocked its punch, and then shook it away. It swung its sharp claws again, trying to kill Burrog, but Bolog Luo Ge swung his knife faster than him, and his figure disappeared in an instant like a ghost.

The gust of wind danced, and when Burrog reappeared, he had the cold light of steel.

The jackknife reflected the burning fire, and the dazzling light flashed in Doron's eyes.

The loss of consciousness only lasted for less than a second, but in this brief moment, the jackknife avoided the sharp claws and cut off from the side, cutting off Duo Lun's right hand in one fell swoop.

"So why is that, Father."

The sound of inquiry came with the light of the knife, and each sound fell, leaving a hideous wound on Duo Lun's body.

"A good person should go to heaven, but why isn't her soul in heaven?"

Burrogo asked inexplicably, the jackknife slashed across Duo Lun's calf, cutting it in half, and Duo Lun's body half-kneeled directly.

Duo Lun was panting, terrified, and the demon of fear imposed on others was terrified at this moment.

"Wicked people should go to hell, why isn't your soul in hell?"

The voice sounded from behind, and Burrog stood behind it with a jackknife, like an executioner who executed a sinner.

Duo Lun trembled, and in the next second, the howling wind suddenly rose, tearing the words into pieces.

At this moment, it fought back desperately, stood up suddenly, twisted, and swung its claws, but what greeted Duo Lun was a sharper knife light.

The sharp claws shattered, and the only arm was easily pierced and torn apart, and even the chest was affected, leaving a long and thin knife mark, and blood gushed out.

The cold light intersected, and the howling wind rolled up by the jackknife actually blew out the burning fireworks in an instant, and white smoke billowed past.

Duo Lun's body froze in place, a thin red line stretched out from his throat, and soon the red line began to extend, spanning half of his neck, and then it was like a dam bursting, with blood splashing and pouring out from it.

Under the fatal injury, Duo Lun lost all his strength in an instant, knelt down, stretched out his broken and twisted arms indiscriminately, and tried to block the wound in his throat, but it was in vain, the blood still gushed out unstoppably, In the blink of an eye, a large pool of blood gathered under his body.

Burrog didn't continue to slash, but stood still, with the stars reflected in his eyes.

Not only was there blood spilling out, but there were strands of cyan light spots that escaped from the body together with the blood. They were like dust, floating gently around.

It seems that only Bologo can see this thing. Doron didn't notice the existence of these light spots at all, and he raised his head reluctantly, his eyes were full of horror.

"crumbs..."

Bologo said in a low voice, raised his hand, and combed the loose hair behind his head, revealing the pale face and blue eyes that hadn't been exposed to the sun for many years.

He was not terrified by this cruel scene, but seemed to be awakened by something, with a spiral of evil rolling in his blue eyes.

At the same time, those scattered cyan light spots, as if being summoned, flocked to Bologo, easily penetrated the skin, and merged into Bologo's body.

A sense of satisfaction welled up in my heart.

"Oh, sorry."

Satisfaction made him slightly absent-minded, and the man remembered something at this moment when he came back to his senses, stretched out his hand towards Duo Lun, and said slowly.

"Bologo."

Burrogo said.

"Bologo Lazarus, a debtor."

Giving one's soul to the devil in return for a mystical boon brings a heavy debt.

Duo Lun fell into a pool of blood. While Bologo's words sounded, it saw that the wound on Bologo's cheek was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.The blood remaining on the face flowed back, and the skin was spliced ​​together again, as if going back in time.

Burrog caught Doron's gaze, and he explained.

"Yes, this is my 'gift', my 'debt'."

After finishing speaking, a slightly morbid smile bloomed on his face, and the jackknife fell again, breaking off all the sharp claws, turning Duo Lun's only limbs into a mass of fleshy paste, like maggots, relying on With the last will to survive, he moved on the ground with great effort, leaving a stretch of blood red behind him, like a rolled out red carpet.

The frightening footsteps followed like a shadow, and from the corner of his sight, he saw the figure of Bologo. He was holding a jackknife, humming a strange melody, and the jackknife patted his palm lightly, playing cheerfully and richly. Rhythmic beat.

Stepping briskly, treading pools of blood, like a dance, Bologo circled Doron.

"me……"

Doron tried to say something begging for mercy, but a blood clot blocked his throat, and he let out a meaningless whimper.

Burrog grabbed Doron's hair and pulled it up, which was covered in blood.

"Begging for mercy is not enough, Father, as you said, the soul of the wicked should go to hell."

After finishing speaking, Bologo threw the priest's remnant body forward forcefully, and fell into the burning confessional room. The fire burst out, and the fiery breath reverberated, with countless sparks flying.

One could hear the shrill wailing sound, as well as the rancid stench rising from the flames roasting the flesh and blood.

Picking up the burning scripture, flipping through a page casually, the writing on it also turned into dazzling gold due to the fire.

Burrog read the words on it aloud.

"Under His gaze, the mountains trembled and the earth trembled!"

Throwing the heavy tome, the jackknife pierced the burning pages, and Burrog strode forward, piercing the demon's heart through the edge of the tome, nailing it firmly to the burning confessional.

Bologl did not leave, he was put into the rage with the demon, and the fire tore his skin, but soon the flesh and blood came back to life, and the burning wounds were healed one by one.

Under his gaze, the devil's struggle gradually stopped, and the pitch-black shell was engulfed by the flames, turning into a gray dead sculpture like burning charcoal.

The demon's body turned into gray dust and fell, and blue light spots overflowed from the wreckage, all of which merged into Bologo's body. He opened his hands and closed his eyes, as if he was enjoying the death and destruction at this moment. A contented smile appeared on his face, while hot blue light kept overflowing from the gaps in the corners of his eyes.

Pulling out the jackknife, the scriptures shattered, the body collapsed, and the burning pages flew like golden snow.

(End of this chapter)