Heavenly Opposers

Chapter 243 - 242-This Is My Path.

"Ma-Master, are you talking about the An-Anya?"

Nayan, in his different colored disguise, asked him, the poor, crazy guy trembling in his place. Even to him, the idea of what Azrail spoke of can't easily be registered in his mind. To this, Azrail, sitting on the chair with Valencia in his lap, looked down at the trembling man as he spoke.

"Yup, the very one."

To this, all Nayan could do was hold back the sheer chaos that filled his mind. Why does this kid keep acting like it's normal about the fact to make one of the most powerful evil ruling entities in this cosmos his slave?

"Ma-Master, I would like it if you could be a bit more specific?"

The poor scientist, already tired from all the shit that Azrail is making him do, asked, his soul already feeling extremely tired. Yet his ruthless master doesn't seem to give a shit about it as Azrail started to explain to Nayan the basics of what is going on. And the moment Azrail finished his explanation, the only thing Nayan could do was blink his eyes in wonder as he asked himself.

'What the fuck is wrong with this family?'

Why the hell are such powerful people rarely talked about in the cosmos, but whose names causes tremble around just at their names are mentioned gather around this little kid? And all that gathers around the kid are people hated by the cosmos too.

There is Nayan, Adria, and now the kid is planning on adding Anya to his collections.

'Does this kid plan to keep adding disasters to his life or what?'

Nayan didn't know how correct his thought was. The poor intellectual dude will know into the future that among the ones that will follow Azrail, he will be considered the more 'normal' and 'less' evil. n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

"So, can you do it?"

Azrail asked. To this, all Nayan could do was rub his forehead as he spoke.

"I would have to look into it, and I also need a clear directive of the plan you are thinking of executing."

To this, Azrail nodded his head, while Nayan tried to go with the flow. Hey, as you might have heard, if you can't beat 'em, join 'em!

'In this world, there are no rewards without suffering.'

As he thought of this, Azrail's eyes opened up. What he wants to do might cause lots of pain to Kia, but in the end, it would only bring a lot of advantages to her. Into the future, Kia will understand that the situation that Azrail is arranging for her will be the greatest blessing of her life.

"Good, I might have a plan that has about an 80% chance of succeeding."

Azrail's words made both Nayan and Valencia stunned as they looked at him, but he didn't focus on them. Azrail closed his eyes, his mind going through the plan that is slowly forming in his mind, a very dangerous and quite cruel one. But if it succeeds, it would be bringing him a powerful slave that would be extremely useful to him.

'In this world, there are no rewards without suffering.'

As he thought of this, Azrail's eyes opened up. What he wants to do might cause lots of pain to Kia, but in the end, it would only bring a lot of advantages to her. Into the future, Kia will understand that the situation that Azrail is arranging for her will be the greatest blessing of her life.

'Not like she will know I was behind it all.'

If Azrail was to do this, he would need to place 100% loyalty from Kia, and with the plan slowly forming in his mind, he is sure that by the end of it, he would hold the heart of his little aunt in his hands. His slowly forming plan flowing directly into the mind of Valencia, whose eyes narrowed at the prospects of what Azrail wants to do.

Adria, not liking this, flowed out of Valencia's body, the stunning woman floating above as he asked Azrail.

"Are you really capable of implementing something like this to your own aunt, your own family?"

To this, Azrail faced the gaze of Adria without breaking down, his eyes flashing with coldness as he asked Adria.

"What would be my little aunt's talent with Anya behind her?"

To this question, Adria blinked her eyes, her gaze turning taunt for a moment as she spoke without hesitation.

"Trash."

"Then if such a situation of living as trash or reigning above as a ruler comes to you, would you live to live as trash?"

The question of Azrail's didn't need an answer for it was ever evident. All the ones gathered right now here know the despair of not having the talent or strengths to protect what they loved. Hence, in any situation, all of them would choose power.

"But this is your family, do you feel no pain?"

Adria asked, her eyes narrowing. To this, Azrail chuckled, his gaze turning dark and dangerous as he met Adria's inquisitive question with a powerful momentum.

"Cut the crap, Adria. What you want to know is if I am a person that wouldn't hesitate to hurt his own family, destroy and use it to get what he wants, isn't that right?"

As Azrail asked this, Adria didn't deny it, her gaze strong as she focused on him. As someone that lived for as long as she did, as someone that has seen things as she did, Adria knows for the better that the heart of people changes and fluctuates. The true heart of a person can never be fully understood by someone, and Adria has no desire to give rise to someone that might perhaps grow to stab her in the back... again.

"Adria, I think this is a pivotal point for the two of us, and for that, I am more than fully prepared."

As Azrail spoke of this, his soul deep within him started to tremble, a single thread of peace that pertains to his soul slithering out from him as the same happened to Adria's, the elven woman's eyes widened as those two threads suddenly connected, forming a powerful conjunction point, a small shine of light forming from the connection.

"Soul connection, you are willing to go this far?"

Adria asked with suppressed amazement, her mind almost being hypnotized by the beauty at which Azrail controlled the soul energy, a chill also passing through her back at such a cosmic level-breaking ability. But for now, she focused on Azrail, who with a light smirk, replied.

"I believe I should do something like this now, else the faint seed of doubt you have for me might one day grow to be something that might divide us."

To this, Adria, saying silently, nodded her head. Now with such connections formed between the two to the highest level, there cannot be any sort of deceit allowed. Adria could tell with utmost clarity and precision the truth of the words that Azrail is about to speak. Hence, taking a deep breath, Azrail started to speak.

"Let me tell you something clearly, Adria. To me, there is nothing more precious than the people I care for. Once they are mine, I won't let anybody make them cry. I will protect them with all my heart. After all, what's the use of having all the power that I have if I don't have anybody to celebrate it all with?"

Speaking, he turned his gaze for a moment to Valencia. Azrail spoke.

"I will use any and all tricks, even the most evil ones, to make what I want mine. But once it is mine, I will never hurt them, I will never betray them. I will strive my life to make the people I make mine the happiest in all the realms."

Saying so, Azrail faced Adria again.

"I am not a hero, nor do I truly wish to be a villain. All I wish for is to make the people I care about happy, to see them shine, to keep them safe. And for that, I would be a hero if I have to or a villain if I have to, but I will never ever turn my back on people that are already mine, and that is my path."

At the end of Azrail's words, Adria's eyes shined, the connection between the two shining forth to a great level, as Adria, for a moment, came face to face with a soul similar to hers, the truthfulness and purity of Azrail's determination shining forth. And Adria could feel it, the soul of someone hurt and hunted yet stitched back together through will and might.

The one in front of her isn't one that lives just for himself; he lives for the people around him too. There being the will of domination, desires, lust for power, and everything, but deep in the cleanest and most central part of all, Adria could see that fixed soul of purity, the purity of a person that would do anything for his people.

Purity of the one that will never betray, will never turn back, and will do anything and everything to protect and love.

'This is beautiful...'

Adria could tell at a glance that this purity won't change; it's a fixed path that cannot be shaken by anything in its path. What Adria feared was the fact of Azrail ever changing from the power he keeps accumulating. Adria had seen with her own eyes how power had changed men, turning them from loving members to killing beasts.

Thieving and betraying for power, she had seen all of such ugliness. But now, floating here like this and gazing at this soul, she can tell that no amount of power, wealth, connections, death, anger, or sadness, none of it will break the path that this boy is walking. And to it, Adria got entranced, her mind being swept in by the soul of such obsessive love and compassion that for a moment, a trace of envy flashed in her own heart.