BLOODY LOVE'S
Episode 231

William knew something was wrong when he heard a strange noise behind his train, but he had no time to stop. After all no one will be able to hurt me, he thought calmly.

How many years have passed since then? William tried to remember that his anxiety could be diverted. How many hundred years ago?

He does not remember how many years ago exactly when he entered the forest in Romania. His steps were light and fast, as if led by something. He was nine years old then. Once he realized that he had gone too far into the forest, it was too late. William can no longer remember when and how he entered the school building, which he remembers only when he learned from the devil himself. Not only was he there, there were nine other children who were more or less the same age as him. Nothing more than twelve years. Later, William only knew that the age benchmark had something to do with the brain. The human brain develops at this age range.

The devil is like a human being. Exactly like a human. There are beautiful women, there are also men perlente who are clinical and polite. The devil calls themselves teachers because they promise to teach the divine secrets to the children he gathers. At first the kids were happy. They dream of being able to fly, control the weather, talk to animals, turn leaves into food, and sweet things promised by the teacher. William is also included in one that enjoys learning. Being at school made him forget his original home. In that place he got good food, patiently guided, had many friends his age. What else is lacking?

William only felt strange when he realized that he had never seen his two teachers at the same time. When he was about to ask, he accidentally looked directly into the eyes of the teacher who was not coated with glasses. At that time William immediately knew that he was staring at was the devil. Something in him knows the eye, something ancient in him knows the mother of all sins. Immediately, William also realized that their two teachers were actually only one figure in common.

What about the school cook? Officer cleaning? The old man he saw always smokes in the yard and makes his rounds when the kids play? William falls in horror when he realizes that all of those people have never been seen together at one time. Their school has only one facilitator, the devil.

He locked himself in his room for a few days, but then no longer felt too afraid after realizing that they were not in danger. They just learn. William did not try to leave. He did not want to leave his friends. They were promised to graduate in ten years.

William spent ten years of his life studying all that the devil taught diligently, unfortunately he was not gifted with magic. He could not do it even though he knew what his theory was and how to do it. The teacher usually only smiled whenever he saw it fail, looking no wonder.

On the day of graduation, the teacher unmasked him as a demon and gave one last test.

"All of you are free to leave here" the voice of the devil, the teacher, was called upon by many. "But the last one left behind will be Solomonari and get a special assignment from me."

William had no idea what special task the devil meant, which he knew was that the test was in fact heinous. The devil forces them to leave each other, betray each other, push and turn against each other. No one wants to stay. They all missed seeing the outside world, so William made a bet with himself. He is the one who will be left behind, and then he will leave his shadow.

William closed his eyes. The train shook the body. His forehead frowned remembering the happy faces of his friends at that time. Everyone feels that's a good idea. They hugged and patted him on the shoulder with pleasure, mocking him as the most brilliant despite always getting a bad score at Scholomance.

They promised to meet again, to live together outside.

William banged the side of his head against the wall of the shaken carriage. Naively. He's really naive.

Once he found out that he was being tricked, the demon closed the gates of Scholomance, smashing through the nine teenagers passing under him. Then for William, as a gift for giving his shadow, the teacher gave him a pet demon. The little devil who cannot speak, who hides within the surface of the gates of hell.

It will all be over, he thought as he closed his eyelids. Still chasing the eclipse. Arabella will be back, we can live together.

From all over the pores in his body, black smoke still burst out, drifting nonstop like embers of fire doused in water. He doesn't know what's going on, but maybe it has something to do with the last ritual. He just wants to be with Arabella, fixing things he didn't have time to do with her. After this, he did not need to kill anyone anymore. They can spend time walking around, moving places so that people are not suspected. What will he say when Arabella returns tomorrow? He thought carefully, feeling it would be embarrassing to just welcome hi.

William opened his eyes as soon as he heard the sound of an eruption followed by a loud rhino. Train's shaken. He grabbed his wand and prepared to jump. There was a horse's neighing sound and a cry of shock, then something splashed. Blood, he thought.

Broken train wheels. The sound of broken wood and lacing for the sake of lacing filled the air. William hit the corners of the train hard. The compartment rolled brutally, throwing it tumbling out. He rolled around in the itchy grass that slashed the skin of the face, only to stop when his arm hit a stone. William coughed, spat out sand from his mouth, and rolled up. He only had time to blink when he saw the ends of the greasy black cylinder directed at him.

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Seventy workers are divided into ten units with each unit consisting of seven people. As soon as Sir William fell, a layer of units ran over and shot, then tied Sir William's hands and feet before the man regained consciousness and rolled him on a stretcher and took him away. Every half meter the stretcher would be lowered and the unit of workers alternately fired in turn, keeping Sir William unconscious. All done without any unimportant movement or sound.

Marco stood up from the meadow. The gun's still smoky. He himself shot the wheels of the car until it rolled over. The train sais cleared by Gerald.

"Your plan was a success?" Mr. Stuart asked carefully, but his face looked elated. He got up after Marco.

"Not sure, Ray. Until he drowns in the Bjork river and the damn cloud is gone, everything is still uncertain." Marco slipped his two fingers to his lips and whistled loudly. Imbrue appeared to approach him from a distance, undaunted at the sound of gunfire that was still ringing.

"I'll escort them." Marco slips his shoes into the stirrup and jumps up the Imbrue. "You go first to the city. Call Robert to prepare. They should have heard this sound, but sometimes he was a bit slow. After that go straight to Rolan's place."

Mr. Stuart nodded, then ran towards his car which was hidden behind high weeds and immediately drove towards the main gate of Bjork.

Marco took a deep breath, watching the strange black smoke curling out from Sir William's gaping wounds warily. The smoke looked like fine sand floating about. It doesn't smell, but it looks weird. Marco was disgusted to see it. Those particles look like hundreds of eye seeds watching, harassing. While keeping the Imbrue on track, he oversaw the work of his workers from the side.

Sir William did not move in the slightest but due to the shocks of the bullets, but the man came to his senses. His blue eyes looked at Marco hatefully.

He's gathering strength to get away, Marco realized. He pulled the bridle, exclaiming loudly, "Faster, gentlemen! We're not on a picnic!"

His necklace, Marco immediately remembered Rolan's idea. He looked around, calling one of the nearest workers. "Surgery his body during the firing interval. Find the gold necklace from her body. If you can, leave it to me directly."

The worker nodded steadily.

As if hearing what Marco whispered just now, the smoke from Sir William's body increased and heaved, winding violently like a whirlwind.

Marco prepared his weapon and aimed from above the Imbrue who was standing quietly. Everyone is waiting for orders, waiting for what happens. The temperature plummeted to the point of freezing their noses, but sweat spots flooded the faces and backs of all the workers. The wind blows away the dry leaves, making a loud music from the friction of the grass.

After waiting for quite a while and nothing happened, Marco pulled the muzzle of his weapon. "Continue walking! Stay alert!"

"Road, walk, walk!" exclaim Harold. Her voice boomed.

A moment later, the seven weapons again barked together in a regular tempo.

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