Breathing in the dark

Late at night, yuyue sprinkled the boundless glory on the tower of Lipton Castle. I sat on the edge of the tower, and turned around to let the Moonlight shine on my black cloak. The cloak of black velvet has a luxurious luster in the moonlight. It feels better if a breeze blows it up occasionally.

This feeling is called elegant.

I always think This is elegant, but Agnis does not understand it. She said that I was sitting on a treasure tower, and a dark robe floated in the wind, which was very strange and gloomy. No way. Beautiful angels lack artistic temperament. Grandpa was right when he was a child.

Sitting under my ass is my sickle, black giant sickle, silver blade, this is the guy I eat, beautifully like a work of art. Don't be wrong. I am not a man, and I still cannot tell oatmeal and sage. My sickle is not for harvesting food, but for life. Go to the back and gently hook people's throat with a sickle. Then the soul will follow me. Or go to heaven, or go to hell, which is determined by God and Angel elders. My job is just to bring my soul to the place where they should go. The people who do the job share a common name called Death.

I am a god of death, Manfred, and I work for God.

My father is a God of death, my grandfather is a God of Death, and my father is a God of death. In short, every generation of Moore's family is a god of death, I had to inherit this family. The work of death is actually very simple, as long as you wave a sickle, and the income is good. However, I always think that I am not the same as other gods. For example, I am proficient in aesthetics and learn something. Aesthetics helps me identify the beauty and ugliness of my soul. My philosophical skills are also good. The other day I was still reading a book by an Oriental philosopher named Chuang Tzu. Philosophy helps me identify the good and evil of the soul. With these extensive knowledge, I am very happy to know that these souls are also different. The life of the soul is no longer monotonous and fresh every day. However, elders disagree. In their view, the soul is the same, and they are all the things that are doomed to be lost.

No matter whether it is good or evil or ugly, life cannot surpass our sickle. This is the principle of death.

I heard a slight sound of the wind, it should be time for Agni to go back to bed between the white clouds. At this time, she would pray before bed that she could not grow any longer and slide over the white wings in the air. I never knew what she was talking about, but I felt cool when I saw her wandering like that. I always thought that was related to me ...... It's not a good word.

Agnis is the angel who inspects the Lipton castle, and I am the God of Death who gains his life in the Lipton Castle. One of Agnis's tasks is to monitor death and prevent us from using a sickle to deprive us of our lives. So she is also my boss. But I don't think she will sue me from God. First, I am very lazy. When I'm okay, I won't be stupid enough to throw a heavy sickle to hook the soul. who is interested in always doing that hard work? Second, Agnis is always dumb, that is, she wants to tell me that she does not know what to say.

There was a guard standing around me. Of course, he could not see me, except the dead, and ordinary people could not see me. I found the comb in my arms and combed his bright armor. After combing, I gave myself a serious look. I think the guy with armor looks handsome. The only problem is that his face is too pale. I can only shake my head and sigh. This terrible face is the inheritance of the Death family, and we also hate the sunshine during the day. Most importantly, there is no bright red blood in our blood vessels.

Gently jumped out of the top of the tower, and the wind moved my black robe. I shake the dark robe, like a fallen leaf in the wind, turning and moving, quietly falling on the balcony of Duke Liton. I sat on the marble railing, and there was a marble flowerpot next to it. There were several pale green roses lying in it, and the petals were shining with the cold night dew. Rose was prepared for the daughter of oliveya. When she came to the balcony to see the stars, she liked to see the pale green roses.