The Archangel of Death - Chapter 145
145: Apostle of destruction 145: Apostle of destruction Chapter 145 An old man sat in a dark room with nothing but a mat to sit on.
He sat cross-legged and his eyes closed as if he was focusing on something.
His appearance was ragged and by no means looked any better than a beggar.
No one in the entire world would believe that this old man was actually the older brother of the current demon king.
Nor would they ever believe that he had voluntarily chosen to live in such a condition that was even worse than prisoners.
The old man was focusing on the events he needed to be a part of when the door to the cell slash room opened and a handsome young man entered.
The first thing that assaulted Alastair’s nose was the smell of urine and feces but in no way he was disgusted by it.
With utmost respect, he walked forward while dragging something in and said, “My lord, the apostle of destruction, I have brought you something to eat.” “Others would think the prince of demons has nothing else to do but cater to me.” The old man commented still in the same pose.
“Well, the servants told me you haven’t been eating so I brought something to eat personally, hoping you would,” Alastair replied.
“Well, I cannot defy his highness.” The man replied and opened his eyes.
His frail appearance was worse than a malnourished child.
Alastair didn’t let him move from his spot, worried about his health, and opened the sac to bring out various dishes systematically and present them to the old apostle.
“If you are so willing to listen to me, then would you also be willing to come out?
Maybe some fresh air would be good for your health?” Alastair recommended in the hope that the old man would listen to him.
“There’s nothing for me out there.
Besides, I need to focus fully on the prison and opening it.
It must be done before my time comes.” The old man replied while taking a bite of his food.
“Maybe I can help with that.” Alastair suggested to which the man swiftly replied, “You are to never say that again.
That is my responsibility and I can never burden the future race of the demons with it.” “But it’s killing you,” Alastair argued, worry laced in his every word.
“Then that would be my fate.
Remember, you are not only the next demon king, but you are also the next apostle.” The old man replied.
“And that is precisely why I should be helping you with the prison.” Alastair once again argued which angered the old man slightly as he said in a loud voice, “Alastair!
That is not your responsibility.
Don’t forget that not only are you the future apostle, but the demon race also depends on you because you would also be their king.
In no way are you to harm yourself.” Alastair wasn’t satisfied with just this as he said, “The demon race is a curse on you.” The old man chuckled as he heard such a childish remark from Alastair as he replied, “You’re still young so such things don’t matter to you.
When you get the responsibility and the consequences that come with it, you will realize how big of a duty it really is.
And I know, Alastair, you would be a great king.” “You should have been the demon king.” Alastair mumbled that once again made the old man chuckle as he said, “I would have loved to serve the demon race in that way if I didn’t have an equally great duty.” The old man paused and changed the topic, “That’s enough about me.
Tell me about you.
Any demoness caught your eye?” Alastair’s immense respect for the man compelled him to forego the previous topic as he replied, “It isn’t a demoness.” “Oh?
Are you talking about that elven girl?
No offense, but elves are the biggest hypocrites in the world.
Even greater than humans.” The old man was very blunt in insulting the race of Alastair’s fiancée which he didn’t mind as he replied, “Well, what can I do?
My feelings of love overshadow such things.” “Ahh… Love… You’re right.
Love should be stronger than anything else.” The old man replied before he added, “But I hope that when you become a ruler, the people under your rule be the first priority, not your love.” Alastair wasn’t making any promises about this so he just remained quiet.
He was just about to ask about something else when suddenly the old man began to convulse.
Alastair panicked as he moved forward to hold the old man and shouted, “UNCLE!!!” The old man, Alastair’s uncle, convulsed and his entire body shook in pain.
“Uncle!
Uncle!!!” Alastair didn’t wait for anything else and picked up the old man and ran to the residing physician’s room at a speed that appeared a blur to the guards outside.
===== I opened my eyes in an unfamiliar environment.
It felt like I was lying in a puddle given the wet sensation on the back of my body.
But I wasn’t wet when I raised my hand to inspect it.
The floor gave the wet sensation but it wasn’t actually wet.
The view upward was clear white.
It wasn’t that the sky was clear, it was literally white like one of those mental rooms where they torture with you no sound, no nothing, and leave you in there to stare at the white walls.
Similarly, around me, everything was white.
Also, the world didn’t seem to end as far as my gaze went.
There was nothing in sight forever.
“A dimensional domain,” I said in a low voice and I had a strong hunch to whom it belonged.
“Sharp as ever.” A familiar and melodious voice fell into my wars from behind and I turned around to only see darkness.
A wall of dark clouds hovered a few meters away from me.
“I wonder why I can’t see your face,” I commented.
As far as dramatic effects go, this sight was a killer but it wasn’t a dramatic effect.
I have felt this power before.
Not to mention that I have some of it in my abdomen right now acting like a tame puppy in the presence of an alpha wolf, I have only felt this potent energy of death only in one person.
“I take it you and my father are a half and half,” I said.
“Once again, very sharp.
And yes.
We are half and half.
How do you think he is still a human?
No one can become dead and not lose their humanity.
Not to mention he is a unique and a first case, even then, he was at risk of losing his humanity.” Allison explained in return.
Her answer coincided with what my father was.
A half-death half-human entity.
It was a mystery to me how he managed to keep his human part and I thought I would have to go to hell and back thrice to figure that out which I did and didn’t find out.
If I knew that all it took was almost dying at the hands of a shapeshifter, I would have done that a long time ago.
“Probably the reason he didn’t want to tell you was because it was such a lame reason.” Allison read my thoughts and said.
That was actually true.
My father had a complex of being cool, and the blame for that went to my mother mostly and for that reason, he would try his utmost to not be lame.
“As much as I would like to know more about my father’s mysteries or how you know of them to such detail, I know you won’t be telling me.
So tell me, why am I here?” I asked.
“Aside from the fact that you were almost dead if I hadn’t brought you here, it was also because the world out there is changing a bit.
You have changed a massive plot and such a thing brings a massive change.” Allison replied.
I could understand what she meant by the world was changing.
The world wasn’t literally changing; the events were changing.
If there was something that never happened in the first place, now it was being substituted into the timeline.
Asmara was becoming a primary main character from just a secondary main character.
Not only that, all the changes that change brought with it would also be implemented.
It wouldn’t affect anyone at all but it would affect me.
How?
Because I wasn’t supposed to exist in this world.
Adrian was supposed to die today and even if he died sooner, anyone having the name Adrian should have died today but I didn’t.
not only that, I am also not a resident of this world.
I may have mentioned that time is like a stuck-up old man with a blade shoved up his back.
If it found me, someone who wasn’t even supposed to exist, time would mend itself and that would lead to a universal change.
The tempering of the laws.
But there was something bothering me about it.
“Why does it feel like it was instigated?” “Enough questions answered.
Off you go.” Allison instead of replying, sent me back to the world of unconsciousness.
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