It was a child, who looked nervous. He grabbed Cecilia's hand and pulled her up from the ground: "Don't be afraid, sister, come with me."
As he spoke, the child threw a piece of bloody meat at the wall. The mad dog, as if possessed, rammed straight into the wall. Instantly, the mad dog's head was smashed into pieces, and blood flowed everywhere.
Sehir glanced at it, and a wave of nausea rose in his stomach. He quickened his pace and followed, pulling his child along.
It was all so eerie. The streets were deserted, and even the taverns that were usually open at night were closed. Cecil shivered from the cold wind and turned his gaze back to the child in front of him.
Looking around, the child was dressed in tattered clothes, but upon closer inspection, one could see that the child had a gemstone worth thousands of yuan pinned to their waist.
The two ran into another alley, and Cecil, who hadn't run in years, was left breathless after those two runs.
The child turned around with a smile on her face: "Sister, everything's alright now."
Cecil looked up at the child, and even though he smiled gently, the pupils of his eyes sent chills down one's spine and made one's heart tremble.
The child seemed to realize what Cecil was afraid of and quickly covered his eyes, saying anxiously, "I'm sorry, I scared you, sister."
After a moment of calm, Sehir raised his hand and gently touched the child's head: "It's alright, thank you for earlier."
The child suddenly looked up. Even though his pupils were still terrifying, at least Cecil managed to suppress his emotions and put on a smile.
Suddenly, Cecil froze for half a second. He seemed to see a hint of disgust and disdain in the child's eyes, but it only lasted for a moment.
"What's your name?" Cecil brought up the subject first, otherwise the atmosphere would be too terrifying.
The child clutched his clothes. His voice was extremely soft: "My name is Philip, and I am the devil's child."
Cecil looked at Fili with a puzzled expression. The moment the demon was mentioned, he thought of Isri.
"demon?"
Philip lowered his head, then suddenly raised it again, staring wide-eyed at Cecil: "My eyes, I've been like this since birth, everyone thinks I'm the child of the devil."
Sesil's lips twitched slightly, intending to avoid the topic: "Why are you still running around outside at night?"
When Philip heard Cecil say that, the corners of his lips finally curled into a smile, which looked extremely eerie in the gloomy alley: "I'm lost. I want to find my mother. Sister, will you help me find my mother?"
Sehir wanted to refuse, since he didn't know where Isri was and he would have to act as bait to lure him out, but seeing that he was just a child, he couldn't bring himself to do it.
“Where do you live?” Sehir asked.
Philip's lips almost stretched to his ears in a wide grin, revealing his yellow teeth as he said with a sly smile, "My home is in the west, I think, but I forgot. So, sister, you've agreed to come with me?"
“Okay, let’s go.” Cecil let out a breath and walked ahead.
A hint of smugness flashed in Philip's eyes. He quickly ran forward and grabbed Cecil's hand. Philip's hand was very cold, and Cecil involuntarily shivered again.
"Sister, you smell so good!" Philip's cheeks gradually flushed, and he looked up at Cecil from time to time.
Cecil did not answer what Philip said, after all, it came from a child, so he took it as an excuse to snuggle up to him.
The streets to the west are a high-crime area, and Sehir's face was somber, as if he feared he might encounter a murderer.
Then, the observant Philip noticed Cecil's expression first. Instantly, Philip's face darkened, and he stood still.
Cecil paused for a moment at Philip's movement and turned around: "Why aren't you leaving?"
Philip frowned, his fists clenched tightly: "Sister, don't you like me either?"
“No.” At this moment, Cecil just felt that children were really difficult to deal with.
This time, Philip raised his head, his pupils revealing no emotion whatsoever—a mixture of anger, grievance, and murderous intent.
"What did your sister mean by that expression just now? Was she looking down on me?"
Sehir's smile froze. For a moment, he didn't know how to answer Philip's question. After a long pause, he finally made up a lie from his vocabulary.
"No, it's just that my sister is too cold."
Hearing Cecilia's clumsy lie, Philip was incredulous that he actually believed it. The gloomy expression on his face instantly brightened, and he stepped forward again to take Cecilia's hand: "Then, sister, let's go. I remember my house is almost here."
Having finally fooled the child, Sehir breathed a sigh of relief and continued walking with him.
There were no streetlights ahead, and the nights in West Asia were getting colder and colder; Sehir could barely feel the temperature of his own body.
"Isri is a madman! How could he think of preparing such clothes!" Sehir cursed Isri under his breath as he followed Philip into the darkness.
Chapter Five
As they entered an alley, which was almost pitch black, Cecil unconsciously tightened his grip on Philip's hand.
Nighttime is Philip's paradise. He loves the night and wants to live in the darkness forever so that no one will hate him.
Philip took out the gem from his waist and swung it forcefully in the air twice. After a while, the gem emitted a shimmering green light.
Sehir was somewhat surprised. He had seen this kind of gem in the possession of a nobleman before. There were no more than three such gems in the entire West Asian continent. Why would Philip have it?
Sehir didn't dare to ask any more questions. He felt that Philip was hiding many things from him. He wanted to pull his hand away from Philip's, but Philip clung to him like a lifeline, as if he wanted to tear his hand off.
"Are you scared, sister?" Philip's voice echoed through the deep alley.
"Have you arrived home yet?" Cecil did not answer Philip's question; now everything was going against his plans.
"Then let me sing you a song."
Philip's eyes gleamed with silver light, and his chapped lips curled up again. His ethereal and eerie voice, like a demon's chant, seemed to be scraping glass in the dark alley.
"Baby, baby is lost."
"Baby, baby is looking for mommy."
Sesil felt a chill run down his spine and momentarily forgot his current identity. He immediately stopped her, saying, "Shut up! Stop singing!"
Philip's voice stopped abruptly, and Cecil felt the grip on his hand loosen; Philip had vanished.
Now he's all alone in this alley again.
"Baby, baby is lost."
"Baby, baby is looking for mommy."
"The baby's mother is missing."
"Mom was on my back."
The sound seemed to come from above. Cecil opened his eyes wide and looked around, but he couldn't see any light. Suddenly, a chill ran down his spine.
"You are all the same kind of people, you are all hypocritical monsters!"
"Why! Why doesn't anyone like me!"
"I will make your intestines hang all over the entire continent of West Asia, I am your god!"
A sharp sound exploded in Cecil's ears, and he stumbled back two steps. Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through his waist, and his consciousness faded away along with those eerie and terrifying eyes.
Seeing Cecil's terrified eyes and the blood trickling from the corners of his cracked lips, Philip threw the syringe to the ground. The disgust in his eyes was even more chilling in the darkness.
"You bunch of trash, monsters! You all look down on me, I'll make you all die!" Philip's sinister and eerie voice echoed in the alley.
Philip looked around, his gaze finally returning to Cecilia lying on the ground. The woman was incredibly beautiful; Philip had never seen anyone so beautiful.
In an instant, the desire in his heart surged to its peak. Philip drooled, his pupils filled with the desire to devour Cecil.
Philip squatted down and looked at the clean and fair-skinned person. He couldn't help but feel a little pity. He wiped his hands on his clothes a couple of times before tremblingly reaching out to touch Cecil's body.
"I've been holding back for a long time." Suddenly, a cold voice came from behind. Philip's hand froze, and he quickly turned around.
Isri, dressed in a lean butler's outfit, stood elegantly and nobly behind Philip, his amber eyes gleaming silver in the darkness, as if he were a demon descended from the heavens.
Philip looked at Isri, whose silhouette was outlined by the huge moon before him. His noble butler's uniform was spotless, and his hair was neatly styled and hung down behind his ears.
“I can’t let you run into the young master again.” Isri gave a slight gentlemanly bow to those in front of him.
If you look closely, you'll see that Isri's gaze never landed on Philip. This angered Philip, who, disregarding the fact that Isri was several heads taller than him, pulled another syringe from his pocket and ran towards Isri.
Islam remained calm and composed, his smile gone, and his movements became even more elegant and graceful as he nimbly turned to dodge Philip's brute force.
With red eyes and gritted teeth, Philip tightened his grip on the syringe, preparing to attack Isri once again.
Islam glanced at Sehir lying on the ground, quickly walked over, took off his coat and draped it over Sehir.
The young master was completely cold. Isri frowned, and the last trace of amusement in his eyes vanished. When Philip charged at him again, Isri's leg strength remained undiminished, and he kicked Philip hard in the stomach.
Philip, still a child, couldn't withstand such force. His back slammed heavily against the wall, and he convulsed for a few seconds before losing consciousness.
Islam pulled Sehir into his arms, grabbed Philip by the collar with one hand, and dragged him along the ground.
As they walked through the alley, the mad dog was still alive, its eyeballs bulging out of its face and several of its teeth broken. When it saw Isri approaching, it prepared to menacingly intimidate him.
Isri stood there, his expression growing even more sinister and terrifying. He turned to look at the mad dog; he remembered it was this very dog that had frightened the young master.
If my hands weren't occupied, this mad dog would probably be dead by now.
Mad Dog and Isri stared at each other for only a few seconds before Mad Dog was suddenly frightened by Isri. He let out a wail and limped into the depths of the alley.
When they returned to the mansion, Isri left Philip outside and carried Cecil into the bathroom. Once he felt Cecil was clean enough, he gently tucked the now-warmed Cecil into the bed.
After everything was tidied up for Ceshir, Isri coldly picked up Fili from outside and carried him to the cellar.
Philip was awakened by a sharp pain. When he opened his eyes, all he could see were the faint glow of torches in the distance, and he found himself locked in an extremely small cage.
The person who had knocked him unconscious was right in front of him. Philip felt a little scared and backed away. He could still threaten and intimidate young girls, but he dared not make any rash moves against the person in front of him.
Isri fiddled with the green gem on Philip's waist, his eyes full of disdain.
"I can give you anything you want." Philip tried to curry favor with Isri, after all, humans are all money-grubbing monsters.
Hearing Philip's words, Isri got up and squatted outside the cage, his voice almost hypnotic: "Really?"
"Yes!" Philip nodded excitedly, "Let me go, and I'll give you anything!"
Isri tilted his head, his amber eyes flickering in the candlelight, and chuckled softly, "Alright, give me your right hand."
Philip didn't fully understand what Isri meant and handed over his right hand in a daze.
Chapter Six
Suddenly, in the empty cellar, besides the sound of bones breaking, there was a miserable scream, followed by curses from Philip.
"You monster! I curse you to never get what you want!"
In an instant, Isri's eyes were filled with murderous intent, and a dagger that appeared out of nowhere stabbed towards Fili's eyes.
Philip had no chance to dodge. Blood mixed with dirt gushed from his face like a drain pipe being ripped open. This time, Isri eased his grip considerably.