Endless Debt

In the endless wilderness, the train rumbled across the tracks, like a fast-moving steel snake, running from one nest to another, rolling up dust and gravel all over the sky.

The picture was projected on a huge screen. In the dim theater, Belphegor was sitting in the center of the auditorium as always, but this time his eyes did not stay on the curtain, but rarely moved away, staring at the book in his hand. .

Stacks of books were stacked on the seat next to Belphegor. Some of the titles were the same, but the bindings were different. They seemed to be different publishing types of the same book.

Belphegor slowly closed the book. With the devil's memory, it was not difficult for Belphegor to have a photographic memory, but even so, he still re-read the book again and again, as if he had walked along countless It's like the same old road, going back and forth.

Putting the book aside, Belphegor slowly closed his eyes, with a satisfied smile on his face, immersed in the afterglow of the end of the story.

Belphegor whispered, "What an interesting soul, Blue Jay."

The books piled up around Belphegor were all from the same author.

Blue Jay, or Irvin Fleischer.

Belphegor collected all of Irving's works, from his debut decades ago to the recent commemorative editions that the publisher had re-launched in order to make money.

Belphegor liked Irvin's story, and he actually felt a little lucky when Irvin rejected his deal.

Irwin did not disappoint himself. He was still so noble and pure. If he had promised himself, the devil's power would have polluted Irwin's story.

Apart from being happy and satisfied, an extremely contradictory emotion arose in Belphegor's heart. The more Irwin demonstrated the value of his soul, the more Belphegor longed to obtain his soul and squeeze out his value.

This complex and twisted thought made Belphegor repeatedly clench his fists. He tried hard to resist his soul-hungry nature, and was obsessed with Irwin's story that had not yet been fully explored.

"Irwin, what should I do to impress you?"

Belphegor looked up at the screen. On the screen, Irvin was being hugged by the furry Hart. In Irvin's frightened eyes, Hart kissed and rubbed him excitedly, and the black hair was floating randomly, choking. The person keeps coughing.

To get Irwin's soul, Belphegor had to pay a corresponding price, but for a moment he couldn't think of what he could pay... To be precise, Belphegor didn't know what Irwin wanted.

Even though he has the ability to realize all wishes, Belphegor is still powerless when faced with a person who has no wishes.

"No...you are my thing, you can only belong to me..."

Belphegor's sentences gradually became morbid. He knew that besides himself, Irwin was also being targeted by another devil. She was always like this and liked to rob the things she loved. She didn't want this thing, just to make herself angry and angry.

His chest swelled and then sank. After taking a deep breath, Belphegor controlled his emotions, snapped his fingers, and the books around him disappeared in an instant.

Belphegor had a guest coming next, and he had to prepare in advance. He snapped his fingers again, and there was an extra bucket of popcorn and drinks on the seat next to him. Other than that, there were no other changes in the cinema. . For Belphegor, being able to prepare these in advance was already considered a grand treat for the other party.

The guest did not keep Belphegor waiting for too long. A graceful figure gradually emerged from the creeping darkness. She said hello to Belphegor with a voice like a flower blooming in the night.

"Long time no see, Belphegor."

The plain white body was entangled with the darkness, and the dark gauze skirt spread out like a water lily. The woman walked towards Belphegor. She seemed to be smiling at Belphegor, but she seemed not to be smiling at him.

Belphegor hated women's expressions, that complex emotion of pain and pleasure that made it difficult to figure out what she was thinking.

The woman sat down next to Belphegor, and she also turned her gaze to the screen in front of her, watching the movie with Belphegor. At this time, the screen moved to the outside of the train, and the heavy steel snake was singing along.

"It's been a long time since you went out. The smell here is like piles of dead rats."

The woman slapped her nose with her hand and looked at Belphegor with disgust.

Belphegor knew that the woman was irritating him. There were no rats here, only countless sealed souls.

"No matter how rotten and stinky it is, it's just physical deterioration."

Belphegor retorted unceremoniously, "This is much better than your empty and boring spirit."

The woman laughed, her laughter was charming and sweet. If it were an ordinary human being, he would have been fascinated by the woman and given everything he had to her. However, this was of no use to Belphegor, who was a devil. He thought the woman also knew this. One thing, it's just that women have become accustomed to this style of doing things and it's difficult to change.

She has always been like this, seducing people's minds with every gesture, arousing the most primitive and dirty desires in their hearts, watching those who claim to be noble degenerate into madness, as if this can give women some kind of satisfaction.

Like Belphegor's delight in reading the story.

The woman said with a smile, "But my empty and boring spirit makes people crazy and want nothing more."

This is a fact. Under the temptation of women, the Unbound Poetry Society fell apart, and Belphegor had no excuse for this.

Belphegor whispered, "You will pay."

"but not now."

The woman blinked at Belphegor. Judging from her casual attitude, the blood-filled dispute between the two seemed to be just a game.

"Let's not argue for now. We can fight to the death over this kind of thing later."

The woman stretched herself. She still had important things to do during this trip, and she knew this.

"Then what do you want to do?" Belphegor asked. "It's really scary to come to visit me unexpectedly."

"I should be the one who is worried, right?"

The woman pretended to be envious, "Look at you now, you control the terrible Order Bureau!"

She laughed softly, "Or is it controlled by the Bureau of Order?"

The woman knows Belphegor's current situation. The more embarrassed he is, the happier the woman is. Every time she thinks of these things, she will laugh.

"You really hate me. In order to get revenge on me, you are even willing to commit yourself to the Bureau of Order."

Belphegor said, "Stop talking nonsense, what do you want to do with me?"

The woman crossed her arms, raised her left hand to hold her chin, looked up, as if thinking, then she turned to look at Belphegor and suggested.

"Shall we cease the war? How about it."

Belphegor suspected that he heard wrongly, "An armistice?"

"Yes, we are having a truce, right?"

The woman told her reasons, "I just met Sai Zong not long ago. As you know, he represents the will of the Eye of Eternal Wrath. I don't know what Sai Zong wants to do, but I know that in order to control the rage, Sai Zong will definitely stay away from disputes.”

Taking one out of the popcorn bucket, the woman threw it out and said, "Exit one person."

"You can't control the Bureau of Order. Fortunately, the Bureau of Order has always been at odds with the King's Secret Sword. They can contain our gluttonous sister, and the tyrant Mammon couldn't be simpler. He will stand against whoever has a greater chance of winning. On whose side.”

The woman took out two more popcorns in succession and threw them away.

"As for the remaining two, one was betrayed by Serre, lost the power of the Eternal Night Empire, and was defeated in the Dawn War. Although a hundred years have passed, I don't think he can accumulate the power to sweep through again. Our strength, the other..."

When the woman mentioned the other one, she couldn't help laughing, "He is really ridiculous. He was actually tricked by King Solomon. Fortunately, we destroyed King Solomon in time and severely injured him in the fall of the Holy City. He has nothing to fear in this dispute."

"Behold, Belphegor, my brother, my blood relative, this is a rare opportunity, a chance even for us to win.

Don't you want to win once? "

Belphegor fell silent. He seemed to be moved by the woman. This was a rare opportunity. After two horrific wars, the once most powerful devils were pulled off their thrones by mortals, which gave them the opportunity to rise. .

"No...are you kidding?"

Belphegor laughed angrily, and the laughter was extremely harsh, with a sharp sound like metal scraping.

"You split my Unbound Poetry Society, corrupted my poets, and even attempted to destroy my "Endless Poems", and now you come to call me a truce."

As Belphegor spoke, the cinema shook violently, as if a crazy earthquake was coming here.

In the darkness, the souls hidden in the black box howled together with Belphegor's anger. Thousands of souls let out shrill wails, recounting the abominable curse.

Many hideous scenes flashed back on the screen, like a randomly cut montage, with bright light and darkness alternating, and a high-pitched and harsh sound rang out from the speakers.

"You started this war! But now you want to stop it!"

Belphegor glared at the woman and asked Zhenshen.

"Do you think this is possible? Asmodeus!"

Asmodeus still maintained that charming smile. She showed no fear in the face of Belphegor's wrath. She raised her hand to comb her hair, and the sweet voice sounded again.

"Then let us give up swords and blood and find a way to end the war."

Asmodeus and Belphegor looked at each other, and the bright screen was between their eyes. At this time, the crazy montage ended, and the scene was frozen in the train, with Irwin's face emerging in it.

When the perspective is zoomed out, the faces of the three people are exactly in the same picture, transcending the limitations of space and forming a symmetrical painting.

Asmodeus suggested, "Want to make a bet?"

"What bet?"

Asmodeus raised his hand and pointed at Irwin on the screen.

"Bet on which of us can get his soul."

The author's death is a point of view, not that the author is actually dead!