The Archangel of Death - Chapter 359

359: Alicia and Veronica 359: Alicia and Veronica Chapter 359 As I entered Alicia’s room, her maids were already panicking, trying to control e flailing Alicia.

I quickly grabbed her and pressed some of her acupoints.

She soon calmed down and went to sleep, but her heartbeat was running like she was on adrenaline and her eyes were bleeding.

Since there were signs of swelling on her head, it was clear the problem was brain-related.

Rafael was the next to enter.

By the time he did, Alicia was already fast asleep but I was keeping a firm eye on her.

She was asleep but there was a chance of her falling into a coma as well.

Even I wouldn’t be able to save her from that.

After all, a brain was too complex for me to do anything about it in such primitive conditions.

“What happened to her?!” When he asked in such a loud voice, Alicia squirmed a little which was a good sign.

“Shush.” I shushed him and said, “She’s sleeping.

Don’t disturb her.” “But…” He wanted to argue and stay with her but I shook my head, “For now just let her rest.

I will see what I can do later.

Also, I need to run some tests on her.” “What are tests?” He asked.

“Right,” I said, realizing my mistake before I added, “Just leave her to me.” [Quite a brilliant actor you are] [But you can’t lie to yourself that well] [Your hand’s trembling] I quickly grabbed my hand with my other one.

While I didn’t want to appear troubled, the truth was that I was very much troubled.

With the current situation Alicia was in and the added factor of her being… Anyway, she was important to me the most right now and I couldn’t let anything happen to her.

The problem was that I didn’t know what was happening to her.

I mean, I knew what was happening, I just didn’t know how to deal with it.

As I said, I didn’t know how to sever her and Veronica’s connection.

All I could do was try and hope it worked.

If it didn’t… Well, there was always the option of killing Veronica.

~~ Suffocated.

That was the only feeling she could describe she felt at the moment.

She couldn’t breathe.

She couldn’t see.

All she could do was hear and even that she wished she couldn’t.

“She cannot be born.

If she is, you will die.” A man’s angry voice entered her ears.

He wasn’t just angry.

He was afraid as well.

Afraid of losing the person he was talking to.

“Do not be afraid, my love.” She heard another voice.

A voice so enchanting she wanted to hear it again and again.

A familiar voice, a voice she had never heard before.

She was conflicted.

Which was it?

Familiar or not?

But if she was sure about one thing then it was that she didn’t want to stop hearing that voice.

“NO!

I will not lose you!” The man angrily said.

He refused to give up.

Give up on the woman with the enchanting but… what was it?

She couldn’t find the word to describe the woman with the voice.

It was calming.

It was almost melodious.

It was… soothing.

Yes.

That was it.

It was soothing.

The unfamiliar voice she had never heard before in her life was soothing to her ears.

She wanted to keep hearing it forever and ever.

“No!

I will not accept this!” The man said and left, leaving the woman and her alone.

Once she was alone, the woman said to her, “Do not worry, my beautiful.

You will be born to be the most beautiful woman in existence.” ‘Me?’ She asked herself.

Was the woman talking to her?

Why was she talking to her?

Did she know her?

If she did, then how?

What was their relationship?

“I know I will not be here, but I am sure father will take care of you.

Your father… may take some time.

But, I am sure he will love you as well.

Just like I love you.

My dear Alicia.” The woman said.

‘Mother?’ She finally realized who that voice belonged to.

The woman she had never seen before but she had heard of her.

The woman she never knew yet she felt like she knew her better than anyone.

Her mother, Alice Mon Grante.

“Where is she?!” She was suddenly startled as the man returned.

This time, she could see.

She could see the scene around her.

The man was a handsome blonde man but the terrifying expression on his face made him anything but handsome.

What was most noticeable was the sword in his hand as he advanced towards her, his sword raised, ready to strike her down.

She panicked but she couldn’t move.

At that moment, she felt something envelop her.

Two arms.

Protecting her like a mother’s warm embrace.

But, she was horrified to see the state of those arms.

They weren’t arms anymore.

They were nothing but dried husks of bones.

‘No!

Mother!’ “Alicia!

Alicia!” She heard her mother yell again and again.

Not only her, but another voice was also calling out her name out loud.

But, it wasn’t her mother’s voice.

It was a figure that had taken the responsibilities of her mother, and her father as well.

‘Grandfather?’ She called out, wondering if she was hearing right.

“Get away from her, Seiran,” She heard another voice, a calm voice this time before there was a flash of light in the room and everything went bright.

“Alicia!

Alicia!” She heard many voices calling her name.

Her mother, her grandfather, the man with the calm voice from before, and… and one more.

“Alicia!” She snapped her eyes open, unaware of what was happening around her.

She felt as if she was suspended in the middle of a storm with strong air around her.

She could see her grandfather in the distance, trying to approach her while many others, including her sisters, Rose, Laura, Sophien, Asmara, and Sasha as well as many other trying to make their way towards her through the strong wind but no matter how hard they tried, they couldn’t.

‘What is happening?’ She asked herself, still a lot confused.

“Alicia!” She felt someone beneath her.

Someone clutching her wrist.

As she looked down, she saw a bloodied Adrian calling her over and over again but not letting go of her.

‘Adrian?’ She was confused.

Why was he in that state?

But that didn’t matter anymore.

Adrian was hurt.

That was what really mattered.

‘Adrian!’ She called out to him but no matter how much she tried, she just couldn’t speak.

‘No!

Adrian!’ She yelled, again and again, but no matter how much she yelled, no matter how loud she was, she was loud inside her mind.

Her lips wouldn’t move.

“Let go of me, vermin,” She finally spoke.

But it wasn’t her speaking.

It was her voice, but it wasn’t her speaking.

It was someone else.

Someone she knew well.

She had never met her before as well, but she shared a connection with her since birth.

‘Veronica?’ Alicia said, confused over what was going on once again.

“Let… Go… Of… Me…” With each word coming out of her mouth, Adrian was bloodied again and again, new and new wounds appeared all over his body until he was completely covered in the crimson color.

Yet, he didn’t let go of her hand.

He couldn’t.

For the first time, there was desperation in his eyes.

Desperation he never had.

As if he knew that if he let go just this once, he would lose something very dear to him.

He wasn’t willing to let go.

Alas… In the end, even he had a limit.

“No…” There was horror in his eyes as his hand couldn’t latch onto Alicia’s wrist anymore and succumbing to the strong wind around them, he was thrown far, far away.

‘Adrian!!!!!!!!!’ Alicia yelled in her mind but on the outside, her eyes looked coldly down on Adrian.

“Now,” She said, “To get rid of this vermin.” Alicia, or rather Veronica raised her hand and pointed it at her stomach.

“Time to say goodbye to his parasite.” She said before she brought her hand down.

“NO!!!!!!!!!!” Adrian yelled and everything stopped.

Everything in time, everything in existence, everything in cosmos, just stopped.

All that was left was… Fear.

~~ He entered the room of the demon king and made his way to him.

The demon king, Astaroth was sitting on his chair, preparing tea.

He took the seat opposite him and took the tea that was prepared for him.

“How are the preparations for the attack?” He asked Astaroth who smiled and replied, “Everything is ready.

We march in two days.” “Finally,” He said, “I thought the elves would never make a move.” “Well, we need them, so it is better to be supportive.

They lost some elders recently, after all,” Astaroth replied, his tone as if he was mocking the people in question.

“Haha, that’s true,” He replied before he was about to ask something when the cup in Astaroth’s hand fell.

Not only that, but his expression was frozen as well.

Frozen in fear.

It wasn’t just him.

Even the ground began to tremble.

As if it was trembling in fear and fear it was.

He suddenly felt something.

Something familiar.

He quickly snapped his head south, in the direction where dark clouds gathered, far, far away.

And from there, he felt the presence of someone familiar.

Something nostalgic.

Something very, very old.

Someone he hated but also desired to make proud.

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