Chapter 128 - The Mute Demon : Part 3

Three pairs of black wings loomed over the heavily bruised man. He could not move his hands anymore as he trembled under the Vergessene family.

"P-please. Just kill me." The man begged as his spiking hands shook in fear. His face had blood and wounds adorning it.

"I'm sorry." Cain kindly smiled at him. The dim lamp behind him emerged behind him as he lowered his body to the man on the ground. "But I won't die that easily."

He gripped the man's hair with a smile that hadn't flattered from his face. "It'll be such a waste, don't you think?"

"You see, my two children here are angry." Cain jerked the man's hair up and forced him to see Adreanna's dull haunting gaze and Kiaran's insane eyes.

"It'll be unfair if their father is the only one who can hurt the person that makes them angry, right?" He opened his eyes and looked down at him while kept smiling.

Then Cain released his hold on the man's hair and turned his back, walking away with wings dragging along the floor. Before the man could catch a single breath, his cheek suddenly clamped down the ground.

Kiaran was the one to quickly marched down to the man's head and step on his cheek, not letting the said man breathe. He bent down to look at the man's face under his feet with his mad eyes.

"Is the blindfolded bastard the one who sends you?" Kiaran whispered as he

"I don't know who you're talking about." The man managed to answer under Kiaran with blood oozing from his nose.

Kiaran put more force into his foot, causing the man to helplessly grunt. He tilted his head dangerously, letting his messy hair move slightly as he bent back up.

"Answer me, spikes fucker." He moved his foot to brush the bruises on the man's cheek with his black boot's heel. "I know a plan when I see it. This is part of his plan, isn't it?"

"I really don't know who you're talking about-" The man gasped when a pop sound came from his cheekbone. Kiaran stepped on him with his heel without mercy, eyes apathetically staring down.

"It's-" The man choked before trying to open his mouth to talk again. "It's the butterfly murderer! He- he said that I should take that boy down first to fight him! I was only going after that butterfly murderer, I swear!"

"Tch." Kiaran's red eyes morphed into irritation when he heard the man's confession. He kicked the man's ribs before finally walking away.

The man let out a sigh of relief when Kiaran left. He closed his eyes and let himself rest down the ground. Though, he forgot about the last person who was still angry at him.

Adreanna eyed the man from afar, folding open her porcelain wings as she looked over to Axel.

"Axel, do you want me to kill him?" She asked monotonously, waiting for the boy to answer.

Axel moved his head to catch his sister's stare. He blinked once at Adreanna before moving his hand to his pocket. The boy took out one of the papers and showed it to Adreanna.

'Kill this fucker.'

"Okay." Adreanna recognized the paper and looked over to the dying man. Her beautifully braided hair fell from her shoulder as she began to walk over to him.

The man widened his eyes before blinking in awe at the sight of Adreanna's face. She grabbed his hand gracefully, causing the man to stare with a blush. Her red gloved hands traced along the man's skin then gripped his hand hard.

"Do it slowly, Adreanna!" Kiaran shouted from the back.

Then there was a loud crack sound coming from the man's hand.

A deep shrill scream adorned the building as one of the spikes on the man's hand got cut off by Adreanna. She repeated her movements slowly with no spark of emotions within her eyes.

The man kept screaming in the background as he slowly lost his own voice. Kiaran ruffled Axel's head and offered the boy a small smile. He quickly turned over to the front door and tilted his head with a sly grin.

"And what a lady like you keep standing and watching us over there?" Kiaran voiced out, staring at the lady with a baker uniform, shaking in the doorway.

"T-the-" She trembled, feeling like her legs would give out at any moment. She offered her hand that had money in it to Axel from where she stood.

"The change!" She shrieked and threw the money to the ground. The baker lady quickly ran away from the building. She sprinted away like her life was depended on it.

"That's kind of rude." Kiaran grabbed all the money on the ground and put it on Axel's palm. He patted Axel's head once more before side-eyeing the silver head on the ground.

Cain was doing the same thing as his secondborn. He looked down to Leo with a calculating gaze and a friendly smile.

"Uh," Leo muttered with shaggy breaths. His clothes were half burnt, revealing his solid-looking body. There was a nasty burnt along his neck as he stared up at Cain.

"I'm on his side, I swear." Leo tried to justify while holding his unmoving naked left hand. He helplessly sat on the ground while leaning on the wall.

"Please don't hurt me." He pleaded when Cain got closer to him. Leo quickly shut his eyes and looked away from the man. "I'm already dying, so please-"

"Here. For protecting my son."

Leo did not feel any punch or torture when Cain crouched down to his level. He frowned when he felt nothing and slowly opened his eyes to see the face of the head of the anarchist group in the kingdom.

A potion and a bandage were in Cain's hand as the man himself offered them to Leo. The silver head blinked in confusion.

"Please do heal yourself," Cain uttered, and Leo quickly took the potion and bandage with his trembling hand.

"A-ah." A voice of realization came from Leo as he tried to reply to Cain's kind smile. "Thank you."

Leo opened the potion's lid with his teeth. He strugglingly tried to apply the potion to his wounds with his right hand.

"I'm sparring you because you helped my son." Cain still smiled as he continued, catching Leo's attention once again. "-So if you try to do something weird, you know what'll happen."

Leo quickly shook his head and spluttered. "No, no. I won't do anything to Axel. He's my friend!"

Cain cocked his head. "Friend?"

Realizing that he sounded so fishy by saying that he was Axel's friend, Leo smiled awkwardly at the man. "Y-yeah. Kinda. Maybe?"

The silver head quickly snapped his head over to Axel with worry plastering on his face. "We- we're friends, right?"

'Please say yes. Please say yes. Oh wait, he can't talk. Please pull out a sign that says yes.' Leo prayed in silence.

Axel blinked twice, staring at Leo with an uncanny silence. He then suddenly robotically walked over to Leo. Axel took the bandage in the silver head's hand and started to bandage the young soldier's shoulder.

Leo was startled at the sudden movement as he stared at Axel's face that was close to him. He felt a slight tug in his heart by Axel's doing and awkwardly waited as he let the Vergessene help him.

Kiaran and Cain watched the two in a dangerous silence. The sound of the man's screaming had died down. Adreanna probably had killed him already.

"Right. Axel needs a friend when no one's home." Kiaran suddenly chimed him as he gawked at Leo with hidden intention.

"A friend that's not a princess." Cain agreed and widened his sweet smile more, making it look eerie.

"They make such a good friendship, don't you think, father?" Kiaran grinned at Leo as he cocked his head dangerously.

Cain hummed in agreement, watching Axel as the boy finished wrapping his friend with bandages. Leo thanked Axel shyly, he smiled at the emotionless boy as he began a small conversation with him.

Axel would once or twice offer Leo a paper from his pocket. Sometimes, he would just listen to Leo's talk without blinking.

Kiaran and Cain's red eyes glinted with something. Something that was insane and full of wicked madness. Both of them stared at Leo with a hungry look.

Leo did not realize the look that Cain and Kiaran were giving to him. He was scared to look anywhere but Axel right now. He used this moment to keep Axel busy with him and started to like the one-sided silent conversation they were having.

Leo did not realize that he wasn't saving himself by saying that he was Axel's friend.. He was digging his own grave.