The Shadow of Great Britain-Chapter 834 - 385 In the Name of the Father_3

But, but...

At this moment, inside her chest, there was only a raging wildfire, like a volcano suppressed for a long time, the kind of feelings accumulated for years already beyond her control to conceal.

She trembled as she reached her hand into the coffin, reaching towards that face which haunted her soul.

Like other deceased, Arthur’s body was heavy, very heavy, but Fiona had no idea from where she summoned the strength to pull him into her embrace.

She quietly placed Arthur’s head on her chest, her face involuntarily showing a hint of intoxicated expression, mixed with a bit of repentance, and a bit of humility. She muttered: "I am truly a despicable woman, perhaps, I will never change this in my lifetime."

And in the place she couldn’t see, Agares was sitting on the Holy Image in the church; the Red Devil interlaced his fingers and propped up his chin, showing a playful smile of conspiracy success.

The Red Devil gently patted the face of the Holy Image under him, provocatively whispered: "See? Old thing. This is truly a moving painting, isn’t it? Right on your turf, right now, the most evil union in the world is about to play out!"

He watched with his own eyes, Fiona lifted Arthur’s chin and closed her eyes, softly pressing her lips upon his.

In an instant, a glowing Hexagram flew out from the Red Devil’s forehead, they kept expanding, extending, until they enveloped the entire church.

Then, they contracted, shrank, until they tightly wrapped around both Fiona and Arthur’s bodies.

Magnificent purple and dazzling red bloomed simultaneously at this moment.

They, symbolizing the most decayed, yet the purest fall.

Gradually, within the hexagram array, a gigantic dark void appeared, swallowing light.

Agares scrutinized, observed, occasionally flipping through a parchment in his hand, like an ancient scholar diligently working.

Suddenly, his right eye twitched lightly, Agares snapped his fingers, seemingly halting time at that very instant.

One by one, the Hexagram stars dimmed, and as they faded, souls began to materialize in the air.

A face worthy of nine out of ten slaps, a mind that carried four out of five rebellious thoughts.

If he could choose, Agares might have given him a normal person’s brain, but many things were beyond his control.

Red light gleamed in Agares’s eyes, he stared at the pale blue phantom hovering above Arthur’s body, snorting through his Nose: "Welcome back, little rascal!"

Agares flicked his fingers abruptly, the soul plunged downwards, suddenly pouring into the stiffened body, followed by a loud ’boom’, an explosion of faint blue stardust from the oak coffin, resembling scattered fluorescent powder all over the ground.

Fiona’s mouth pressed against Arthur’s lips, she greedily searched within, feeling as though she had plunged into an ice cave, yet simultaneously ascended into the tortures of hellfire.

Her tongue grazed Arthur’s canines, creating a not-too-deep nor too-shallow cut, blood gushed freely within her mouth, as if it wished to let her personally experience the excruciating pain of a heart being pierced by a bullet.

She held Arthur in her arms, unwilling to let go ever again, even if people were to bury her along with Arthur. fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓

Suddenly, she felt something.

Like a scorching branding iron, a broad hand pressed against her waist, her tongue suddenly entwined.

She opened her eyes in horror, fear, dread, excitement, all human emotions seemed to converge in her heart at this moment.

She saw the familiar face in front of her twitching, like a worm.

Those tightly shut Bronze doors, those closed eyes, trembled.

Fiona abruptly released her lips, scared but thrilled, a contradictory feeling, yet she was unwilling to let go at this moment.

Because she saw, those eyes she had prayed so many times for were slowly opening, the black eyes like the night sky outside the window, revealing a faint red light hinting of a dusty return from the other side.

Arthur looked at Fiona in front of him, his feeble lips moved slightly.

His voice, like an ancient call, deep but loud enough.

"Water..."

Upon hearing these words, Fiona felt as if she were dreaming, she couldn’t believe what was happening in front of her, but afraid of losing him again, she held him tightly in her arms.

She heard Arthur’s weak and helpless voice echoing beside her ear: "Why... why don’t you scold me, but... but want to hug me?"

Fiona, hearing these words, just buried her head in his neck, her eyes already brimming with tears: "Because, there is no one in this world who’s more unhappy than you."