Sacrilegious Salvation - Chapter 1

Two strange men moved into the small town.

One had white hair and snow-white skin, cold and pure as a saint.

The other had black hair and dark skin, his temperament gloomy.

The latter didn’t look easy to deal with.

The former, however, was gentle, often sitting at the entrance of the flower shop on the street corner, sunlight filtering through the branches and dappling his figure.

His white eyes were clean and clear, his whole being radiating warmth and tranquility, dazzling like a God.

Yet his beautiful brows and eyes were always lowered, his expression weary, as if he was listless and not very happy.

Every time I passed that shop on my way to pray at the church,

the white-haired youth would always smile at me gently.

One day, he finally spoke to me.

“Do you believe in God?”

“Yes.”

I handed him a wild rose I had picked by the roadside.

Actually, I had always wanted to do this.

But because I am withdrawn and rarely interact with others, I had always struggled with how to start a conversation.

The thorny rose and the harmless youth were both beautiful, yet so different, and their strange pairing made me feel oddly matched.

“I am God’s most loyal Believer.”

I told him earnestly.

The youth took the flower and thanked me with a smile.

“What’s your name?” he asked.

“Eliny. And you?”

“Ellis.”

We didn’t talk much.

But we were still discovered by the black-haired man named Torland. The flower was rudely thrown to the ground, he glared at me fiercely, and dragged Ellis away.

A sense of unease drove me to follow them.

In a secluded forest, I saw Torland gripping the silver-haired youth’s neck, questioning him if he was trying to escape, then suddenly panicking.

“It’s all that bastard Dark God’s fault!”

Torland cursed loudly, letting go of the youth.

“We agreed to share you together, but he secretly placed a curse on you so we can’t touch you!”

Dark God?

What kind of joke is this?

Waves of shock surged in my heart, making me even more curious about their identities, and disgusted by his last words.

Ellis’s silver hair spread across the grass, showing no reaction to Torland’s shouting. He turned his head and met my gaze as I peeked out from behind a tree.

I saw the dense black curse marks on his face.

His thin figure was slightly hunched, his eyes confused and empty. The wind swept through his hair, making him look tragically fragile, like a white camellia in the midst of wilting.

[Don’t look at me.]

I seemed to hear a strange voice.

A voice from Him.

Ethereal and distant, yet close at hand.

Was it an illusion?

Birds fluttered their wings and flew away in the forest.

Torland reached out to help him, but stopped when he saw the curse marks on his face, warning in a low voice:

“I’ll find a spell to break the curse. I won’t touch you, but until then, you have to behave.”

The silver-haired youth didn’t reply.

He only withdrew his gaze when he saw me leaving, then raised his eyes to the dazzling sunlight.

“There’s nothing to talk about.”

“If you fall into the hands of those Demons, your fate will be even worse. You’d better learn how to please me, or I’ll kill that girl from earlier.”

Torland clenched his fists, unwilling to leave.

Ellis raised his arm to shield his eyes from the sun. After a long time, he heard the sound of footsteps rustling, moved his hand away, and saw me kneeling before him.

“Roses are too fragile. If it were thorns, he wouldn’t have dared to crush them just now.”

I handed him a small piece of thorn.

His white eyes were gentle, looking at me calmly.

I felt a little disappointed and was about to take it back.

But he suddenly took it, his slender, beautiful hand gripping the thorn tightly, blood flowing from his palm-a vivid, eerie red.

My companions called my name from not far away. Before leaving, I looked at him deeply once more, sighed, and bid him farewell.

Kind people never know how to protect themselves.