The Archangel of Death - Chapter 355

355: Dead eyes 355: Dead eyes Chapter 355 New York, Manhattan, The Dalton School.

A very prestigious private school in New York.

Home to the elite and many prestigious families.

Many public or private officials would die to send their children to that school.

Naturally, competition among the students was also very high.

Getting the second position was as good as getting the last position.

If you couldn’t get that position, although you wouldn’t be expelled, you wouldn’t be treated that amazingly.

Not to mention, the families who sent their children here wouldn’t be so happy with their children getting the second spot instead of the first spot.

“I expect you to get the first position this time.

Otherwise, I will be very disappointed.” A man said to his child who, very afraid, nodded and left for his room to prepare.

He was scared.

‘I must get the first position.

Father would be very disappointed.’ He thought.

Once he arrived in his room, he opened his drawer.

Inside, there were a lot of stationaries but among them, the thing to notice most was the razor blade in one corner.

‘If I can’t…’ ~~ “Second!

My son is second!” A handsome man yelled for everyone to hear in the middle of the hallway along with an annoyed boy of about 7 years old.

“Stop, would you,” The boy said, his annoyance increasing by the minute.

“Hahahaha!!!

Today’s a great day!

My son, the bookworm, finally lost to someone else!

HAHAHAHA!!!

That should put you down your high hor-Kguh!!!” While the man was yelling in excitement, a beautiful blue-eyed woman hit him from behind on his head to shut him up which worked like a charm.

“Have some sympathy.

You should be encouraging him.

Not making fun of him.” The blue-eyed woman said.

“Huh?

Why should I sympathize with him when he lost by choice?” The man asked, as if he wasn’t in the wrong at all which, he actually wasn’t.

“By choice?” The blue-eyed woman was puzzled.

“It’s nothing,” The seven-year-old boy said, looking at another boy of around the same age a little away and said, “He just looked like he needed the win more than me.” “…” The parents of the boy remained silent about that.

The boy, on the other hand, turned to the man and said, “I’m glad I have you as my dad.” “Huh?

Where did that come from?

Creepy?” The man made a strange expression and increased the distance between both of them.

“Tch,” The boy tutted before he added, “I just meant how alive your eyes are.” ~~ Dead eyes.

When I looked into the eyes of the man before me, only one word came to my mind.

That man was dead.

Alive, but dead, the man before me was.

The sword in his hand was very familiar.

I couldn’t see any of the other weapons so either he hadn’t obtained them yet, but the sword at the very least was recognizable.

[Dark Dusk] [Unable to inspect] Well, of course, you wouldn’t be able to inspect it.

No one could.

Even I, the guy who could wield any and every sword out there, even every other weapon of my father but that one sword… That sword was the only sword I couldn’t ever wield.

I didn’t know of its effects as well.

One thing was for certain.

My father rarely ever used that sword but when he did, there was nothing in existence that could defeat him.

Without a word, he raised his sword.

Unfair, was the word used for this because I had no weapon in my hands.

I couldn’t use the dark sword as well because it just wouldn’t come out.

None of my weapons would.

They were all scared.

Scared of that sword.

He disappeared and appeared right next to me, on my left, and slashed his sword.

I dodged quite easily but the next strike was sharper and faster and headed straight for my neck.

Still, I managed to dodge it.

The sword was very sharp and couldn’t be blocked, especially without a weapon.

Not to mention, there weren’t many weapons that could contend against that sword.

Dodging was my only option and I had no other choice but to keep dodging it.

I delivered a few jabs but the guy was too good of a fighter.

I couldn’t get even one strike in.

Not to mention, I was being overwhelmed as well.

I couldn’t stop the next strike and was kicked in the stomach.

As I flew across the room like a broken kite, I used all of my power to deal with the man who appeared just beside me even before my impact but I remembered… [All powers except life and death are blocked in the Tower of Regrets] Damn it.

Bam!!

A kick straight to my cheek threw me across the room once again.

I tried to get up but a hand grabbed me by my back collar and threw me across the room once again.

This time, he was kind enough to let me slam against the wall.

The impact wasn’t any less painful though.

As pain traveled through my body, the next moment, the powers in my abdomen began to react as well.

While the power of death remained somewhat docile, the power of life began to travel through me, nourishing my broken bones and ligaments.

As I healed, I could hear slow steps making their way towards me.

It wasn’t long before the man I was fighting, correction, I was getting beaten by, stood in front of me, looking down at me with a cold gaze.

It irked me.

That gaze.

No, it wasn’t just that gaze.

It was those eyes.

Those eyes were what made me angry.

Angry beyond measure.

I reached deep down in my abdomen, my soul, and looked for the most violent power in the world that was acting like it had done something bad and was awaiting punishment from Daddy.

The power that would destroy the world over a minor issue, the violent power of death.

It was mine.

It didn’t matter if its superior or purer form was here.

All that mattered was the fact that this power was cultivated by me and it had no reason to be afraid of him.

I covered my fists in the power of death, and a terrifying aura rose from me.

I raised my head with newfound fervor to attack him.

I knew all of his patterns.

I grew up fighting against them.

There was no way he’d be able to avoid this strike.

But… Kugh!!!

He didn’t need to dodge.

He simply grabbed my fist and pulled me towards him, kneeing me in my stomach, knocking the bonkers out of him.

Of course, I didn’t give up.

I kept fighting.

Fighting and fighting.

Until, in the end, both of my powers ran out.

No matter how I attacked, the man was one step ahead of me.

He was far stronger than I remembered.

He was far sharper than I remembered.

He was far more ruthless than I remembered.

[Do you understand it now?] Allison asked.

All movements in the room stopped.

The man before me stopped.

Everything stopped.

[This is who he really is] [Not the one you always fought] Dad’s movements, his attacks, and everything else I saw in this fight, were all much more stronger, sharper, and ruthless.

He didn’t hold back from the beginning to the end.

But, I never felt like this before.

Whenever I fought my Dad before, he never held back no matter the occasion.

He was ruthless, unrelenting.

He would never show me any mercy whenever we fought.

Only now I realized… [How soft he was] [He was showing you mercy all along] ‘So it seems.’ I replied before I asked, ‘So, what’s the point of this?’ [I wanted to see something] [I wanted to see what his greatest regret was] So it had nothing to do with me.

It was between Dad and his former girlfriend.

I was the only one smart enough, or maybe, I knew my dad enough to answer those questions.

But… ‘Allison,’ I called her, for the first time, I was serious.

[What?] ‘He didn’t regret not being able to save you sooner…’ … He regretted loving her in the first place.

[…] [You] ‘What?’ I asked.

[He didn’t choose your mom over me] ‘He chose me over you.’ [The day he found a way to construct me a vessel] [A vessel powerful enough to contain my power] [Was also the day your mother called him] [Telling him she was pregnant with you] [Without a second thought] [Without even confirming anything] [Whether she was mistaken or not] [Nothing like that] [He simply destroyed that vessel] [Killing me forever] ‘Did he, though?’ I asked.

[…] She remained silent.

‘Do you resent me?’ [I do] [But I don’t hate you] ‘Who do Asmara and Alicia share?’ I asked.

Dad left her a vessel.

A way for her to live again.

[…] She remained silent once again which was all the answer I needed.

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