The Archangel of Death - Chapter 275
275: Monster 275: Monster Chapter 275 “You leaving?” A man asked Gabriel while he was sitting in his office, working on some documents to keep himself busy.
“Yes.
I feel like I stay a little more, I’d suffocate.” Gabriel replied before he added, “Not that I can die but just an impression.” “An impression, indeed.” The man said before he looked at Gabriel and said, “It wasn’t your fault.” “Yes, it was.
I shouldn’t have killed her.” Gabriel replied.
“And let her be eaten by a soul-eating entity, a much better option.” The man sarcastically said, referring to Gabriel’s girlfriend, Celina.
Gabriel stared at the man before he asked, “How did you do it?” “How did I do what?” The man asked.
“How did you make it through Aunt Courtney’s death?” Gabriel asked.
The man looked at Gabriel for a while before he sighed and said, “It’s terrible.
Losing a reason to live.
It’s riddled with pain and it hurts so much you want to destroy everything in sight.” Something Gabriel knew well.
He had seen it firsthand just a few days ago in his own brother.
Which was exactly what he was curious about.
“Then how did you manage to live through it?” Gabriel asked.
“I found a new reason.” The man simply said.
“I wasn’t aware you were in a relationship,” Gabriel remarked.
“No.
I’m talking about Lisa.” The man said, referring to his daughter, well, adopted daughter.
“She was nine minutes old when I held her, straight out of her mother’s embrace when she died.
She had no one, just like I had no one.
So, I figured, why not it be a reason?” The man said.
Gabriel recalled the C-section that was life-changing to all of them.
A friend of the man’s died, leaving behind an alcoholic father and a nine-month-old daughter.
Everyone knew what the fate of the daughter would be so the man was the first one to volunteer.
With their power, no law could stop him, not even the alcoholic father.
“I don’t think that was an option for Andrew,” Gabriel said.
“What about Andrew?” The man asked as if confused about the topic of conversation.
“Andrew and Julie.” Gabriel reminded the man.
“Oh, I thought we were talking about you.” The man said.
“Why would we talk about me?” Gabriel asked.
“Well, seeing as you haven’t been with anyone since Celina’s unfortunate death, I thought it was about that.
Why would I offer my wisdom for Andrew?” The man questioned.
“Rightttt.” Gabriel only said before he asked, “And why would I need a reason?” “Ever wondered why your father calls you a monster?” The man asked.
“Because I’m strong as hell?” Gabriel asked.
“No.” The man instantly replied, “He calls you a monster because that’s what you are.
A monster.
You have no reason to bind you back.” “I have plenty of reasons,” Gabriel argued.
“No, you don’t.
And one day, you will kill again.
Only then, you would have a hard time trying to forgive.
Celina didn’t turn you into a monster, she kept you human.
With her gone, you’re afraid you will kill like a monster.
That’s why you don’t kill.
Not because of any other reason.” The man countered before he stood up and asked, “Do you regret it?” Gabriel remained quiet because he was still in the middle of processing his earlier words but he still replied, “Yes.
But I would do it again if I have to.” “I see.” The man said before he turned to leave but just before he was gone, he said, “Go and be with your granddaughter.
The world can live without you for some time.” ~ “NO!
Leave my grandfather alone!” A little girl, almost tiny, stood in front of a man in a white robe, blocking him from a young man with white hair.
There was nothing but rage in the eyes of the young man but he still hadn’t forgotten who he was.
Not children.
Never children.
No matter who they were, as long as they were children, he would never hurt them.
“Isis!
NO!” The old man struggled to get up, he tried to get his granddaughter out of the way to safety but his body was far too damaged to even lift a finger, let alone try and protect his granddaughter.
The young man stopped, the rage in his eyes far too severe to be stopped so easily but he still tried and managed to contain himself.
He had to.
Otherwise, he might end up doing something he would regret for the rest of his life.
‘Never children.’ He chanted again and again and stopped.
“Move.” The young man said in a calm tone even though his rage was shaking the entire world.
“NO!
You are an evil man!
I will protect grandfather from the evil man!” The little girl said with an adorable angry expression on her face.
That expression would have melted anyone’s heart but not his.
The young man wasn’t going to let this go just like that.
“Is she your granddaughter?” The young man calmly asked.
“No!
Please!
I hurt them.
I hurt your family, so hurt me.
Not her!
Not her!” The old man pleaded and begged for the young man to let the little girl go.
Of course, he wasn’t aware that the young man wasn’t going to do anything to her.
But that didn’t mean the young man was going to take mercy on him and let him die knowing his family would be safe.
He wanted him to suffer, so he could find solace that the killer of his family was torturing himself in the afterlife, not knowing the fate of his family.
Burn as he would scream again and again, asking for his family, how was it, was it with him, everything like that.
Knowing that the end wasn’t peaceful for him at all.
“I just have one question,” The young man said before he picked the child from her robe and put her aside, before pressing her vessels to make her go to sleep.
“What?” The old man asked, relieved that his granddaughter wasn’t hurt but not so much as well because her fate was still in the hands of the young man so he knew he had to answer whatever question the young man had carefully because if he somehow gave a wrong answer, he will kill him and then his whole family.
“Why did you kill them?
Why feel so much pain for your granddaughter when you took mine away?” The young man simply asked and the answer to questions was simple as well.
“Because they were tyrants.” The old man knew saying that wouldn’t be the right thing to do but he had to do it anyway.
He knew the young man would know if he was lying or not.
“What?” The young man asked because the answer didn’t make any sense to them.
“They killed anyone and everyone in their way.
Not all of them but those who did got away with it.
No matter what they did, they were spared because they had the power of the angels.
The prince killed my sister after violating him for several days.
And do you what the kind did?” The old man continued to talk before he replied while staring deep into the young man’s eyes, “He said further actions would be answered for.” The young man looked at the old man.
Each and every word was the truth.
He couldn’t believe what he was hearing was the truth.
There was no way his son would let such a crime fester, even to his own son.
But the old man wasn’t lying.
And there was no one to ask whether it was the truth or not because they were all dead.
“So kill me!
Kill me if you have to.
But not for a moment think that they didn’t deserve to be killed.
They deserved to be opposed, they deserved to be dethroned.
They deserved to be punished!” In the end, the old man coughed blood in his rage and finally, he took his last breath.
The young man stood in his spot, rooted, too far shocked to do or say anything.
He just looked at the limp old man who lay on the ground, devoid of life.
“Grandfather!” The little girl who was knocked out by the young man woke up at some time and ran towards the old man.
She sat by his side, shaking him, begging him to wake up.
“Grandfather, please wake up!
I will never be stubborn again.
I will never ask for anything ever again.
Please!
Please do not leave me!
Please!
Do not leave me!!!” The little girl shook the old man but the result never changed.
In the end, she looked at the young man, her eyes full of rage as she said with her tiny mouth, “You monster!!!” A monster.
That’s who he was.
And that was also when he realized there were more ways to kill someone than to take their life.
He may not have killed a child, but he killed her innocence.
A monster; that’s who he was.
His steps staggered.
He didn’t know what to do.
He didn’t know what to say.
In the end, he just turned around and left.
He ran away.
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