The open plain was vast, with few stars and a bright moon.
Vivian held the girl in her arms tightly, teardrops as big as beans falling onto the girl’s clothes.
“No… don’t cry… you’re not wrong…”
The girl tremblingly raised her hand to touch Vivian’s cheek, but was too weak from blood loss.
Vivian took her hand, which was originally cold and smooth, but now felt even colder and smaller in her grasp.
“If… if possible… in the next life… don’t… meet… meet me… that way… you… you wouldn’t have to…”
On Vivian’s delicate face, with skin so tender it seemed it might break, two long tear streaks slid down.
“No! Without… this king’s command…! You are not allowed to die!”
Vivian said domineeringly, her throat hoarse and choked with sobs.
“No one can… separate us!”
“No! One! Can!”
Vivian’s eyes were blood-red, and the black bat wings with black flames spreading from her back unfurled, with sharp hook-like bone spurs arranged along the vertical joints.
The black bloodstained clothes on her body became even darker.
In sharp contrast, the girl in her arms wore a white robe with bloodstained feathers.
“Xiao… Xiao Anzi… you… you li… like me… might be… sick… need to… check… I’m… a girl… you know…”
“You… in the future… must… forget…”
Forget…
Forget what?
Probably forget about me.
The girl’s consciousness faded…
Vivian slowly watched as the weary smile in the girl’s eyes gradually disappeared.
The reluctance and love in the girl’s eyes, as her eyelids closed… slowly vanished.
Vivian’s pupils contracted.
Her bloodstained arms held the girl tightly, but she gently kissed her forehead.
Around them, holy-rank light fell like laser rain, pockmarking the ground.
Countless humanoid figures with sharp fangs and bat wings lay scattered on the ground, and there were white feathers on the ground, but no angels; instead, each fallen angel turned into light and ascended back to the sky.
Angels and vampires are like light and darkness.
But darkness will eventually be driven away by light, just as people yearn for the light, ignoring the embrace of the darkness behind them.
Vivian’s scarlet eyes looked at the girl, her bloodstained claws gently touching the girl’s cheek.
A radiance emanated from the girl’s body, not dissipating, as if she was reluctant to leave Vivian and refused to turn into light.
But the light grew brighter.
Even if heaven didn’t need her, she would still turn into light.
“Return, lost Zuo Mi’er. Returning to the Lord’s embrace is the correct choice.”
The angel looked down at Vivian from on high, the vast starry sky behind him dim in his holy radiance.
In his right hand he held a sword, three feet long, a Western knight’s sword, and in his left hand he held a balance.
It was none other than the Grand Archangel Michael.
With nine pairs of emerald wings on his back, he appeared ethereal and holy under the aura of holy light.
Crimson hair, a typical Western face. But others would only notice the endless holy light around him.
“I told you, her name is not Zuo Mi’er.”
Vivian released the light in her arms. Even as the Vampire Prince, head of the Thirteen Families, she could not change the nature of life and death, could not hold back the soul of the “Angel of Salvation.”
“She is my wife—”
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When Li Ruo, a failed low-tier web novelist, wrote up to here, the sound of his keyboard tapping paused.
Instead, he opened a search engine.
Baidu: How to describe a domineering, exaggerated battle between angels and vampires.
Baidu: How to shape a cold yet tender vampire image.
No one has answered your query yet. You can ask your own question…
Not finding the answers he wanted, Li Ruo opened the comment section of his book.
Sure enough, a chorus of lamentation.
“Author! You actually killed my Xiao Xi!!! I’m going to send you a razor blade!”
“This ‘Kill-Wife Dao’ is too heartless! I want a refund! Refund!”
“What are you writing! Why not write a sweet story instead of a tragic one! I’m unsubscribing! Unsubscribing!”
Reading this comment, Li Ruo smiled. It’s almost the ending, and now they say they won’t subscribe? Besides, don’t you want to see the ending?
The comment section was just as he imagined—endless wails.
“I hope the author becomes the female lead and experiences it firsthand. Look at yourself, are you even human?”
Li Ruo replied with interest in the comments.
“If I had such a rich vampire wife, what’s the worry in transforming?”
Clicked, replied.
He received a bunch of readers’ “love” blades. Satisfied, Li Ruo closed the page.
Then he opened the outline.
“The ending was set from the start. If I change it, the whole book loses its flavor. Well, I can only trouble readers to soothe their own wounded hearts.”
The ending outlined: in summary, the transmigrated female lead dies, the Vampire Queen goes berserk and beats all the angels back to heaven, but her own strength declines to the level of a baron. In her final days, the Vampire Queen, with little life left, thinks of the deceased transmigrated female lead and chooses to commit suicide.
“Oh right, how does a vampire commit suicide? Sunbathing?”
Li Ruo realized he had set the Vampire Queen as too aloof and powerful. How would she commit suicide?
“Heh~ Just write it.”
Li Ruo struggled for a moment, then stopped thinking about it.
Instead, he lay down on the big bed in his room and went to sleep blissfully.
A faint smile on his lips, he drifted into a dream.
In the dark room with no lights on, the faint glow of the screen fell on his face.
The document on the computer stopped at the last line.
“She is my wife—”
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