Evil Dog(prelude)

“What!? Those crafty cats!!! How dare they, how could they just robbed our fame of demon. Now, Evil Dog is the only one that remains. E.D for Edward! The Edward city, that’s our place! One day, I will beat them and win the name of demon!.” The dog captain was very excited, it used his every efforts to rush towards the center of the road, however, it couldn’t move. We don’t know who was it that stood in the way of the dog king, and didn’t allow it to move. Probably it was an inferior human.

Now it was fall. What the dog king didn’t know was that the yellow on itself perfectly combined with the gingko leaves behind. It formed an amazing orange scenery. Thank god that the lamp wasn’t dark, it was so bright that it shined the whole road.

“How great it was! How beautiful! I’m pretty SATISFIED with that.” [automatically played: California Dreaming: ”All the leaves are brown, and the sky is grey.”]
It was said that the inferior human used this sentence in her exam, and she nearly made the tense wrong.

The inferior human was always fond of the lighthouse, and she couldn’t even tell the reason. Probably, it was because that she really liked the ocean. Though it was told like this, she had barely been to the sea. The most real impression was only the experience of Xiamen. A man belied her name! What an inferior creature! At the crossroads of West Jiang wan Road, many highways were weaving together. Among them, the column that held up the railway was extremely high. Some climbing poles were winding over it, it looked like a real lighthouse. The orange and yellow light shining on the highway was barely used as an illuminant.

Not only the gingko leaves but also the Chinese parasols turned yellow. The leaves fell off the trees, just like the snow. They fell onto the ground, the wall, and into the pit! I didn’t know why the construction team dug so many holes on the narrow pavement. Whatever, it looked just like a tomb that buried the leaves of various kinds. There were yellow leaves, and some of them had turned into brown. It was more like a tomb for the living than a tomb for the dead. The leaves was originally vivid. As soon as they fell, they turned yellow, and then into brown and yellow, finally, they looked liked a piece of shit. They united with the ground. They were born strenuously from the ground, and was freely back into the ground. Maybe that’s what called” To thrive in calamity or adversity and to perish in soft living.” We couldn’t figure out what kind of magic circle it was. The red cones surrounded the fallen leaves and formed a shape of rectangle, star, and even the hexagram. They sent the leaves on their last trip, to memorize them.

“We should go on our trip, captain.” The left head of the Orthrus reminded the captain with tears. It was neither because of being touched nor getting emotional. It was just because the born tear strains. While the right head was cool as always, like the scar on his nose.

The dog king carried the dog family on. The trip of Evil Dog would never end. As the sky cleared up, the traffic lights turned green.