The Archangel of Death - Chapter 273

273: Monster of monsters: The Archangel 273: Monster of monsters: The Archangel Chapter 273 “The preparations are complete.” A man told Andrew while Andrew was rubbing a red bracelet in his hand.

Andrew nodded and said, “Prepare them.

I will be on my way soon.” The man in the robe nodded and left.

As for Andrew, he looked at the bracelet once again and said, ‘Soon.

I will have you back.’ Determined, he stood up and made his way to the wide hall of the building.

It was a building on the east side of the harbor of New York so it was quite secluded at this time of the night.

Needless to say, they wouldn’t be disturbed at this time of the night and even if some poor soul happened to stumble upon them, they were powerful enough to deal with it.

Andrew arrived in the middle of the hall where there was a circular platform in the middle.

On it, a table was set on which there were strange inscriptions.

In the middle of those inscriptions, laid a baby of about two months at most.

It was naked and it was a baby boy.

Around the circular altar, there were about a thousand people.

They were standing as if they were drugged and intoxicated.

Their minds were too far gone for them to be even called people.

Empty shell was a good term for them.

Only the baby was alive.

And he was the only one who was truly alive among all of them.

Andrew made his way to the baby boy and stood on the altar by his side.

He was handed a dagger with strange inscriptions on it.

“Fwoo…” He let out a deep exhale and clutched the dagger in his both hands.

He raised the dagger on top of his head, he hesitated, as he saw the round black eyes of the baby boy but that hesitation didn’t last for long.

He brought the dagger down on the baby boy, to finish what he started for once and for all.

“Stop.” A familiar voice was heard.

Stop.

Andrew stopped.

He raised his head to see a familiar figure standing in the middle of the people.

“What are you doing?” The figure asked.

~~ “Haa…” Bruce sighed, seeing that his son wasn’t going to stop, he stood up to put a stop to it.

It was difficult for him, but David was right.

Fatherhood had indeed made him weak but not so weak that he was going to let that cloud his judgment.

No matter how much he loved his children.

Wrong was wrong.

There was no denying that and he wasn’t going to deny it as well.

Sure, he held hope that his son would change his mind at the last moment but when he saw the brief hesitation in Andrew’s eyes vanish, that was all the sign he needed to know that he wasn’t going back anymore.

Andrew was gone.

He stood up from his seat and the world came to standstill.

It wasn’t that the world had stopped.

It was his speed that was so much faster than anything that even Andrew came to a standstill.

Only a few people in the world were able to respond to that speed and even they could only do so lightly.

But among all of them, one person exerted all his strength to match up with that speed and appeared in front of Bruce.

“What are you doing here?” Bruce asked the newcomer.

“Let me do it,” Gabriel said, his eyes full of sorrow at the news he had just received.

“No.” A clear denial, with no room for any negotiations, was clearly relayed in that reply.

“Let me do it.

You owe me that much.” Gabriel, however, wasn’t there to back down.

He couldn’t let his father do it.

He had to be the one to do it.

“I don’t owe you anything.” Bruce straightforwardly replied.

Anger.

An emotion so deep yet so clear welled from Gabriel’s heart, buried deep somewhere.

It rose to the point that the world began to shake.

“You!

You owe me everything!

My life is what you owe me!” Gabriel yelled, his power threatening to destroy everything in his sight but a simple wave of hand from Bruce erased everything that anger built.

“You threw me in that forest when I was nothing but a child!

You locked me in a facility where I learned, honed, and mastered everything the world had to show me!

You took everything in my childhood away from me!

So yes!

You owe me!

You owe me so much more than you can even imagine!

You owe me this!” Gabriel’s anger, however, wasn’t gone with the wave of Bruce’s hand.

Nothing could make that anger go away.

Bruce stared at his son, the son who had never, ever disappointed him.

The son who had never denied anything he forced on him.

The son who respected every decision he made even though he whined like a spoiled brat.

Bruce wasn’t so dense that he didn’t know what Gabriel was trying to do.

Why Gabriel had run away to that fragment?

He knew all too well.

The guilt in him was increasing day by day.

And it didn’t seem like it would vanish anytime soon.

But Bruce that that wasn’t what Gabriel was trying to do.

If that had been the case, then Bruce would have never ever listened to Gabriel’s words.

It wasn’t Gabriel’s fault that Julie died and Bruce sure as hell wasn’t going to let him take the fall for that no matter what.

However, when he saw why Gabriel was there, his heart warmed up.

He came to know once more; that his son would never disappoint him.

“Very well.

Make it quick.” Bruce said, turning his face to the glass window of his office, looking at the slowed view of the world.

When he stared back, Gabriel was gone.

He closed his eyes, hurt by what was to come but he knew.

He knew there was no stopping it.

Andrew wouldn’t give in to his love and Gabriel would never bend his morals.

If he didn’t do it for his love, he would certainly not do it for his brother.

The end would only have one outcome.

One of his sons dead.

And he knew which one it was going to be.

~ “What are you doing, Andrew?” Gabriel asked as he saw the dagger almost touching the baby boy’s chest.

When he looked around, he saw the living dead, just standing there, waiting to be sacrificed.

“What the hell is this?” Gabriel asked, his anger dimming down as coldness slowly replaced all of that.

As calmness overtook his being, he just had one question, “Were you really going to do this?” “Go away, Gabriel.

This is for me to bear.

I will finish what I started.” Andrew wasn’t willing to give an answer to Gabriel because it never existed in the first place.

There was no answer to Gabriel’s question.

So it meant only one thing.

“So you have decided,” Gabriel said, calm as serene wind as he looked around.

He wasn’t worried about Andrew finishing the job.

He was more curious about the interference.

He could feel some people around, people with special powers.

“What are you all doing here?” Gabriel asked, looking around, looking straight into the eyes of the presence.

He knew who and what they were.

Of course, he didn’t care about them but he did wonder why they were there.

Only one reason came to his mind.

The lunatic.

“I don’t know what you intend to do by calling these guys.

But know this, Andrew.

Nothing can stop me right now.” Gabriel clearly warned Andrew.

Andrew remained serious, with no amusement or arrogance on his face even though he knew he had great backup.

That was because Gabriel was right.

Bruce was right.

Gabriel was the monster that literal monsters feared to the point they wouldn’t show their face for millions of years.

He was the angel who had defeated literal angels.

No one on that earth was capable of holding him back.

Well, no one except for one person, but Bruce would never stand in the way of his son.

Andrew calmly said, “I don’t care what you plan to do.

They will still be able to hold you back until the ceremony is done.” Misunderstanding.

A simple misconception that Andrew had.

He thought he knew where Gabriel’s strength lay.

He thought he was strong, many times more strong than himself, but he thought that he was aware of Gabriel’s limit.

He was wrong.

Gabriel looked at the inscriptions on the altar and the dagger.

It didn’t even take him a second to figure out what it was.

“Julie cannot be brought back.

Dead cannot be brought back no matter what.

Even Dad, the death himself, cannot do that.

So stop!

That flimsy magic won’t bring her back.” Gabriel tried, a hope deep in his heart that his brother would listen for one last time but alas, all in vain.

Andrew didn’t care.

A chance was still a chance.

As long as there was a chance, there was hope.

And he wasn’t willing to give up that hope no matter what.

“Haa…” Gabriel sighed, regret in his expression as he said, “It seems there’s been a misunderstanding between us, brother.” For the first time, Gabriel called him brother, not Andrew.

The misunderstanding.

The terrible misconception that Andrew knew of Gabriel’s limits.

Eyes shined.

They turned white as a pair of wings, made of light appeared behind Gabriel.

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