Eve revealed her pale wrist, several wounds were slowly healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, eerily like Lorenzo’s recovery. Her expression was filled with horror; although she wasn’t sure how Lorenzo had done it, she knew it was an ominous sign.
"Am I... am I contaminated?"
The girl seed scared. She shouldn’t have told Lorenzo, for if she was truly contaminated by a demon, Lorenzo’s character would surely lead him to kill her directly. But Eve also understood the hazards of demons, and between the two, she still chose to be honest.
"Not really..."
Lorenzo gazed at her, and after a long ti, he slowly spoke.
"Demon contamination requires many conditions, and those contaminated will directly mutate and distort like Sabo, but you haven’t... Your condition is quite stable... just like mine."
"Like you?" Eve cautiously asked.
Lorenzo said nothing; he stood up and approached Eve, his eyes gradually igniting flas, the power nad Secret Blood awakening inside him.
After a long ti, the flas extinguished, and Lorenzo sat down again, but this ti his eyes were full of confusion.
"There are only a few possible outcos from contact with demons, so your condition is actually quite easy to determine, but..."
Upon hearing the ’but,’ Eve panicked, sitting upright like a student.
"Eve, you know there are so things that, once you co into contact with them, you can never leave, like demons.
In my knowledge, there is such a judgnt standard called Spirit dium. Most people do not possess the abilities of a Spirit dium, so even if dark things approach them, they mostly remain unhard. Using two worlds to illustrate this is quite apt; you can understand that we live in the sa world and city as the demons, but usually, demons can’t see us. In their eyes, we are just a vague mist, and similarly, I can’t see them."
Lorenzo’s voice took on a magical quality, filling the room with sothing unknown, pervading everywhere, yet indistinguishable.
"But if you acquire too much dark knowledge, this will deepen your connection with it. You will beco increasingly clear in the eyes of those monsters, and similarly, you will see them."
At this point, Lorenzo smiled.
"Like myself, I am a human-shaped Spirit dium. With just a bit of herbal aid, I will activate Spiritual Vision to see things that living people cannot."
"Eve, if you want to understand your own condition, you will inevitably learn that knowledge, you will gradually fall into the darkness, and the demons in the mist will beco clear to you, you will gradually beco a Spirit dium, pursued by darkness day and night."
Lorenzo looked at her seriously.
"Therefore, the decision is yours. If you want to understand all of this, you will inevitably deepen your connection with the darkness. Perhaps many years later your connection will be severed, but no one can guarantee what will happen next. I need your decision; the dark door is right in front of you, whether to step through it is up to you."
Listening to Lorenzo, Eve fell silent. She understood Lorenzo’s aning very well, it was forbidden knowledge, once understood, she was destined to fall into that abyss.
"I have a few questions, will I beco that kind of thing?"
Eve asked.
"Without contact with demons, the likelihood is very small, after all, your condition is very stable."
"Did this anomaly occur tonight?"
"No, the cause of tonight should be a low purity Secret Blood, it’s what caused all the chaos, but your body’s anomaly should date back a long ti ago."
A long ti ago? That ans she had already intersected with what’s called a demon a long ti ago?
Eve unconsciously clenched her hand, her knuckles turning pale.
The girl stared at Lorenzo, this detective who had unknowingly returned to his previous state; the feeling of being a cold-blooded bastard was gone, he was coiled in the comfortable sofa like a societal scum.
The decision was right in front of her, a so-called crossroads in life. The girl thought a lot for a mont, finally answering seriously.
"Tell !"
The girl’s gaze was determined, with a seriousness she had never shown before.
Lorenzo paused. This kind of expression he hadn’t seen in a long ti; he rembered the last ti he’d seen it when he was a priest in Florence. When those children spoke of what career they would pursue in the future, it was just like this: filled with persistence, stubbornness, and innocence.
"Can I hear the reason? If it weren’t for the undetermined birth origins, I wouldn’t want to deal with these monsters."
Saying this, Lorenzo unconsciously thought of Sabo, who had died by his hand not long ago. No one can determine their own origins.
Eve’s expression darkened slightly, but after thinking for a mont, she still spoke; she seed calm, or rather, terrifyingly calm.
"I had recurring nightmares from a very young age. Actually, I wasn’t sure what they really were; I would just always dream of a scene, repeatedly dream of it.
A woman lying asleep on a bed, I couldn’t see her face, but always felt very close, then suddenly sothing crawled out of her belly, like the demon I encountered, it crawled out of that woman’s belly... I couldn’t see that thing clearly, every ti I was about to see clearly I would wake up scared."
"Actually, I haven’t had those dreams for a long ti, but until the day before my mother passed away I dread again, and then she died the next day. I was still young at the ti, I didn’t know if it was curiosity or sothing else. My mother lay in a flower-filled coffin, I took the chance when no one noticed to lift her clothes."
Eve curled herself up on the sofa, murmuring to herself.
"It was like driven by ghosts and gods, I lifted a corner of her clothes, on my mother’s belly was a hideous scar, as if so monster had climbed out."
"Actually, I’ve almost forgotten these things, but like you said about the connection, as the connection deepens, what I forgot also cos back. I think if I delve deeper, I might know sothing."
That’s the Nightmare that has always surrounded Eve, she thought she had forgotten it, but sotis it suddenly ca to mind, with age growing clearer, like a Death God crawling from that scar, taking her mother’s soul.
Eve always thought it might be her imagination, but after tonight, all these eerie things seed to have a shadow of the demon.
Lorenzo looked deeply at Eve for a mont. Everyone is like this; Eve thought she had the choice, but in actuality, the strange darkness is like a swamp, it won’t easily let go of anyone who steps into it. She thought she had the chance to refuse, but like fate, there is always a reason urging her to step forward.
"I hope you won’t regret it."
Lorenzo said, starting to recall those things he had sealed deep in his mory.
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