Chapter 39: Resolve of the heart
A.N.= This might be the most controversial Chapter I have written, but just know that I am not caring about what's right, or how to satify everyone, I know won't ever be satisfied, the only thing I can do is make my story as better as possible. But you have read so far so you're probably used to me right? Just know I love you! And I want you to feel something after reading my Chapters.
"You look like the extra chromosome that slipped past the condom the one time your dad finally got it up."
Leor mocked Marino with a grin, his laughter ringing across the open field.
Hundreds of people—young children, women, men—everyone in the village called Vexely, stripped naked, sat in the center of the rubble of their houses, their expressions filled with horror and despair.
"Please sir, we don't know what we did, please try to understand that we are normal humans, we are not devil worshipers... please..." Marino spoke through a clenched jaw, completely ignoring what Leor had said, holding his trembling daughter tightly by wrapping both arms around her.
The mayor of Vexely had long been killed. Most men here were farmers and traders—but all were cowards. If they could run away with their families now, they would gladly abandon everything. But that was just wishful thinking.
From the expression of that young boy, it was obvious he had made up his mind long ago—no matter what they said, they would be killed.
But there was no way he would just give up. Not when the last thing that mattered to him—the last memory of his late wife, his daughter—was going to die.
"Johan Von Matilda died here. You buried him right next to where you buried your wife and father. It basically screams that you have a connection with him." Leor spread his arms in a shrug, his tone nonchalant.
"...Leor, I really don't see anything wrong with them. Maybe... they're innocent after all..." A white-haired girl, about the same age as Leor, spoke through trembling lips, her heart clenching in horror as she realized why Johan had brought her here.
She tightly held two lifeless heads—Johan's handsome face, incredibly pale and bloody, and Sebastian's, with his mouth still wide open, like he was frozen in shock.