The Archangel of Death - Chapter 177

177: Pain of soul 177: Pain of soul Chapter 177 The pain shot through my body like a sudden, sharp bolt of lightning that suddenly came out of nowhere so even though I was prepared for it, it still took me by surprise.

I didn’t expect it would be this painful just at the beginning.

However, that was just the beginning, the pain quickly spread through my body, tendrils of short bursts of pain wrapping around my muscles and nerves.

It felt like a fire was burning deep inside of me, hot and relentless, searing through my body.

And the worst part was that even though the pain felt deep, it wasn’t.

It was just the beginning, the outer shell of my body.

The real deal was yet to come.

My skin felt sensitive, a bit too much even, so much that the slight breeze only magnified my agony even with the slightest touch.

The pain began to go deeper.

A deep, throbbing ache assaulted me that pulsed with every heartbeat of mine, traveling with the flow of my blood, echoing throughout every part of my body, especially giving special care to my limbs that felt like they were being torn apart.

The second last part was my mind.

My mind struggled to focus.

I was trying to focus, focus on anything, anything but this.

Anything that made me forget this overwhelming constant sensation of pain but to no avail.

My mind was soon taken over by it.

I felt it.

Nothing helped.

And then I remembered.

‘Go ahead, survive.’ From the beginning.

The very beginning of my journey.

‘Focus!

You lose your mind if you lose focus!’ A stern voice that made me learn, instead of teaching me.

‘Pain is a part of life.

If you don’t feel it, then you’re not human.’ A soft voice, telling me that I needed to endure, whether stern or not, all I needed to do was endure.

‘Go ahead.

Introduce yourself.’ The welcome of a guest that came forever in my life, becoming more than a guest, and then slowly, throughout my life, kept becoming more and more.

‘I’m Selina.’ And then it was her.

My first love, my first passion.

My first mistake in life.

‘Do it.

It feels liberating.’ The straying from my path because of one thing that destroyed many, love.

‘Please don’t do it.’ And then the end of that love because I found out, I never strayed.

‘You’re strange brother.’ And finally, the person I owed the most.

‘Stop.

You have to stop.’ ‘I can’t.’ ‘You have to.’ ‘Because if you don’t, I will make you.’ And then the end of that story as well.

It was strange, how I remembered my entire life from birth to this moment.

The moments of my first steps, my first training session, my first kill.

My first love, my first fragment, my first regret, the murder of an innocent at my hands.

It all flashed before me while my mind was in chaos.

I endured because that’s what I was taught to do.

To endure.

And then it all ended.

The pain didn’t end, no, it was overtaken by another, stronger bout of pain.

The pain that finally crept to the last part, the part where everything I had resided and nothing at the same time, my soul.

None of the pain I felt earlier compared to this one.

If I had to compare it to the strongest pain I had ever felt, then it was by half of it, but that didn’t make it better because then, my life wasn’t in danger.

Now it was.

‘But it’s okay.’ But it was okay.

I had a trump card like I always did.

I admit that many things never went according to my plan but I made sure to make things go according the way I wanted them to.

Because that’s what mattered, nothing else did.

But that was for later, first, I needed to endure this, this one final hurdle.

**** The pain of the soul.

What was it?

What made it so terrifying?

Well, the answer came from deep within.

The soul itself.

The pain of the soul was an all-consuming void, a heavy, almost unbearable, suffocating weight that was pressed down on the body of a being.

It was like a deep, hollow ache, that shook the core of my being, leaving me feeling hollow, empty, and desolate.

Each thought of mine was like a sharp shard of glass, cutting through the fragile fragments of my mind, my memories turning into nightmares for me, bringing me joy, sorrow, and pleasures of life all at once, even unbreakable for a mind like mine.

But what was even worse was my emotions.

I already had dangerous emotions, my negative emotions were the cause of the destruction of many realities and right now, those exact sorrows were amplified within me, churned like a storm of sorrow, regret, and longing, that left me feeling empty and endless.

Darkness wasn’t unfamiliar to me, I was raised in it but even then, the very familiar darkness felt suffocated when I felt like I was adrift in a sea of it, no shore of light in sight, silence around me echoing with the echoes of despair.

The world itself appeared dim and dark to me, my connection to hope, joy, happiness, pleasure, and everything positive was held by a thin thread.

[Warning] [All systems down] [The user is going into cardiac arrest] [Applying emergency measures] There was no use.

Even I knew that.

The physical pain had passed, the pain I currently suffered from came from within, the pain of the soul.

The pain of the soul wasn’t physical pain.

This pain was profound and persistent, a silent scream that reverberated within, demanding to be felt and acknowledged, making me accept its presence, its existence.

And I was forced to do just that.

And that was why the next moment, everything just went black.

Shrouded in darkness, leaving me with nothing.

[HP 0] [The user had died] A distant voice, that I could still hear even in this darkness, keeping me awake just for a fraction of a second.

But that fraction was all I needed.

“Dad…” A word, that didn’t come from my lips, nor did it come from my mind.

That word was a part of my existence, the reason for me to endure many hardships.

A person who never left my side, the person who was with me when I took my first steps, the person who was with me through my first training session, the person who was right behind me when I took a life for the first time.

The person who encouraged me to follow my love no matter how dangerous it made me.

The person who watched me throughout my first fragment, the person who consoled me when I regretted my decisions for the first time.

He was with me throughout my life, watching my every step, watching me as I grew up.

Always leaving a part of him in every moment of my life.

And now, he was in this life too.

It was just that I had to let that part let loose and trust it.

[Warning] [Warning] The power in my abdomen, the power that I was afraid would swallow me whole if I let it free or if Allison didn’t hold it back.

I stopped holding it back.

That was the power of my father.

All I had to do was trust it.

Believe in it.

And I knew it wouldn’t harm me.

Like it never did in my whole life.

***** Michelle was in her office, trying to distract herself from the meeting that happened earlier in the day.

The meeting was about the gangs who had done questionable things to a girl of nine years old.

However, even with the power she had, she couldn’t do anything.

As for Desmond, although he was angry, he had decided to open this case again once the headmaster returned.

And then, there was the young man from a little while ago.

The young man who was emitting bloodlust like never seen before.

Even she, with all her power, felt suffocated by it.

She still trembled when she remembered that feeling that she got when she saw him, that power that came out of him.

The feeling of death looming above her head.

She had never felt that way before.

Never before.

Not even in the presence of her father, Desmond who was undoubtedly stronger than her and especially the headmaster, who was the strongest being she had ever seen.

Suddenly, while she was lost in that feeling, her table began to tremble.

Soon, that tremble intensified, her table, her ground and everything below, the building itself was vibrating, soon, even that vibration intensified.

And it wasn’t just the world that was shaking, it was the world.

Wen Michelle turned to look out her office window, she saw a tear in sky, made by a pillar of light emitting from the mountain.

And then, a powerful feeling overtook her.

Not just her, the whole world.

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