The Archangel of Death - Chapter 202

202: Sins 202: Sins Chapter 202 “You know, brother, I have nothing to do with you personally,” Adrian said as he plucked out another nail from Wesley’s finger.

“‘The sins of the father can never be extracted from the son.’ That’s what I solely believe in.

So I want you to know, that what I am doing to you, is not because of your father.

I mean, hurting you would also hurt him, but that wouldn’t be the main reason I am hurting you, no.

That would be because of what you did during that child’s case.

Do you even know her name?

Of course.

you don’t, you just used her.” Adrian kept speaking casually as if speaking to a friend while he kept plucking Wesley’s nail, making him pain in agony but of course, the gag around his mouth muffled those screams.

“‘Why is he doing this to me?’ You’re thinking that, aren’t you?” Adrian said as he finally stopped removing Wesley’s nails because he had run out of them.

but when Wesley thought it was over, Adrian grabbed his finger and ripped it off without much effort.

“Her name was Dorothy.

She was nine years old.

She didn’t belong to a good household, but she lived happily.” Adrian began to say, no anger could be heard in his voice but there was anger.

Unfiltered, unabashed, unbounded anger.

“And her last moments were horrifying for a girl her age.

I only hope that in death, God would have mercy on her and erase those painful moments from her life.” Adrian said as he ripped the entire hand off in anger, anger that couldn’t be seen.

“And you!

You, my brother, not only defended the criminals who did that, but you also used her death for your own personal gains.” Adrian grabbed Wesley’s other hand and ripped it off as he yelled, “YOU DIDN’T EVEN KNOW HER NAME!!!” Huff… Huff… That laborious breathing wasn’t Wesley’s, no.

It belonged to Adrian who was trying to calm his emotions because he didn’t want to kill Wesley.

He was inches away from doing that.

“You know, I was just going to cripple you, but now, I am going to make your life hell.

It’s my specialty you see.” Adrian said as he raised his hand at Wesley.

[Soul entrapment has been activated] [The target’s soul has been entrapped] [The estimated cost is 12 SP] [To maintain the skill ‘Soul entrapment’, 4 SP would be used every month] [In case of insufficient SP, a ten-second warning would be issued after which, soul entrapment would be lifted] Just as Adrian did, the separated pieces of Wesley began to flow back to him slowly, and they began to mend back into Wesley.

It was a horrifying scene to see but it was even more painful for Wesley.

“MMM!!!” A moan, more like a muffled scream of panic was heard from the other side of the room where a spectator watched with horrified eyes.

“Ah, yes.

I haven’t forgotten about you.

I was just having fun with him first.” Adrian said as he moved closer to Brittney.

As he did, Brittney panicked, she struggled, as much as she could.

But there was going anywhere.

She was properly bound and no matter how much mana she used, she couldn’t get herself out of those bounds.

As soon as Adrian arrived in front of Brittney, he spun dramatically and said, “Did I make you wait too long, honey?

Let me make it up to you.” And the way to make it up to her was simple, he grabbed her hair from the middle and plucked it all out, along with the chunks of flesh from her head of course.

“MMMM!!!!” A muffled scream, once again not heard by anyone.

“Hahahaha.” Adrian laughed at the scene and said, “You know, I’ve just had a funny thought.

How would you look like if you were to go bald?” “Hahahaha.” Adrian laughed at his own question.

It seemed like he had no empathy for fellow human beings but in the first place, he didn’t consider them human beings.

However, it was time.

He couldn’t have his fun forever and had other things to see to.

He grabbed Brittney’s hands and used his power of life to grow her hair back.

After he was done, he used his soul power to reach deep into her mind and affect her memories.

She wouldn’t who it was and who did this to her or Wesley.

It wasn’t like he had taken mercy on her soul.

It was just that hurting Wesley that way would be much more fun.

He then left the unconscious Brittney and turned to Wesley who had been fully repaired.

He panicked seeing Adrian come closer but that was all he could do.

Adrian smiled seeing Wesley struggling and said, “You love her, don’t you?

Well, I’m not a vile villain who would do unquestionable things to hurt you.

I’m just not that kind of guy.

I will, however, use her to hurt you.” Adrian’s expression couldn’t be gauged.

What he intended, was hard to tell.

No, it was impossible to tell.

“No one will know how you came to lose your legs, hands, and tongue.

I want to take your eyes out too but how else will you feel horror when you see me?

so no, I will be gracious and let you keep them.

But what I want to see is, whether she also loves you like you do or not.

Whether she would stay by your side, taking care of you as a cripple or not.” Adrian said as he used [AyaAkusa: Blade] to instantly cut off Wesley’s hands and legs.

He then opened his mouth and pulled his tongue out with the help of soul power on his fingers.

Soul power was necessary after all, otherwise, all the broken and cut-off parts would mend themselves back.

Soul power was what kept them separated.

“If she loves you, brother, and if she remains, taking care of you.

I will heal you back after a month.

You better pray.” Adrian said as he threw Wesley’s tongue on the floor, leaving Wesley in a world of constant pain.

Adrian then sunk back into his shadows and disappeared from the room, forever.

None of his traces were left behind.

******** [Will you really do it?] Allison asked as I was returning to the training hall that I had reserved for my team.

It felt weird calling them girls because of Max’s presence so I chose to call them a team, my team.

‘Do what?’ I asked.

I knew what she was referring to but I asked anyway.

[Will you really fix Wesley?] [If that girl were to stay] ‘Yep.’ I replied.

[Why?] ‘Why?

Because the sins of the father cannot be extracted from the son.’ I repeated the line I had said inside.

All things considered, Wesley was a monster because his father was a monster, an ambitious as*hole who would even sell his own children.

The children were technically victims here.

Wesley was raised that way, as a child.

There was no reason he couldn’t learn from this incident.

Even if he didn’t, hurting him just because of that seemed unfair.

I was angry that he used Dorothy’s death as a tool and defended bad people, but like I said, in the end, he was just a child.

It didn’t excuse what he did, but it also didn’t mean a lifelong sentence of pain.

I once worked on a school case where a kid was a bully and he bullied another kid to suicide.

The suicidal kid survived.

It was made quite the case.

In the end, the bully kid wasn’t given a second chance and was thrown out of the school.

His parents disowned him, his friends abandoned him.

Everyone abandoned him.

And before anyone could do anything, he committed suicide.

The lawyer at that time, who defended the bully said to me that if that child had been guided, instead of punishment, that wouldn’t have happened.

And he was right.

A life was destroyed just because a kid was raised wrong, and a life was gone just because that kid wasn’t taught properly.

It was right to punish, but it wasn’t right to take away any chance of redemption.

I, better than anyone, knew what redemption was and how much it was needed.

[Speaking from personal experience?] I had no reason to answer that, but for some reason, I wanted to.

‘Yes.

I gave my brother the same chance.

Before I killed him.’ I said as I opened the door to the training hall and saw my team focused on their respective tasks.

Allison didn’t ask anything further and I didn’t want to say anything further as well.

So if focused on the person who stood amazed at her new speed and couldn’t help but anticipate what awaited her from the expectant expression on her face.

Rose turned to me as soon as I entered and she beamed with a smile and said, “Adrian!

This is amazing.

I feel so light.” Wow.

I couldn’t help but think that.

I liked the cold Rose but this beaming Rose, she was just, “Wow.” CREATORS’ THOUGHTS Bad_Wolf_7811 Creation is hard, cheer me up!

Your gift is the motivation for my creation.

Give me more motivation!