Chapter 83: His Relief and Support [3]

Chapter 83: His Relief and Support [3]



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Amon looked around at the now bloodied and scorched floor.

The disgusting odor in the atmosphere instantly assaulted his nostrils.

The blood had dried out but the innards of the children were still there at the same spot.

It seemed to be that no one had touched this building in a month despite maybe some people wanting to come here.

It did house some supplies and treasures of course.

But their fear of Arthur must have surpassed their desire for wealth.

Due to the month-long time, the innards of the children had been decomposed and mutilated, completely changing their structure.

His expression distorted into disgust behind the mask as he was once again reminded of the scene.

The scene that induced a trauma for him.

Shaking his head, he snapped out of his thoughts and wondered what to do.

'She asked me to pay them a visit once again but I don't even know what to do.'

While wondering, he started walking to the decomposed flesh and organs of the children.

As he reached a spot, he crouched down and observed one of the mushed and dried organs that was resting against a wall.

Above the organ was a small trail of blood indicating to Amon that when the child blew up, it had smashed against the wall and trailed down.

At a closer inspection, he suddenly saw an army of insects walking on the organ.

The disgusting odor amplified the more closely he observed.

Making a blood hand, he chose to raise it to observe how it was.

Lifting it, Amon observed it more closely as various thoughts traveled through his head.

'Who did this belong to?'

'Who was this child?'

'How did they end up here?'

'Who were their parents?'

'Did they know Lily?'

And....

'What.....what was the last expression on their face before they blew up?'

His hand trembled as he thought about those questions.

A nobody, someone whom Amon didn't even know.

But they were innocent. This he knew and also knew it was his fault that they died.

But.....

He didn't care anymore.

Not in the sense that he didn't care about their deaths.

After placing them all in, he covered back the grave with dirt before crouching back down.

He joined his hands together and closed his eyes.

"I do not know if my message ever reaches you or if what I'm doing is enough.."

"But I do know that what I did might have been wrong and selfish."

"I can spend my life atoning for my sins and it still wouldn't be enough for the innocent lives

that I had to take..."

"I do not know how many of you had wished to be free or how many of you actually longed for

love...."

"I don't intend for you to say that what I did that day was right or it wasn't my fault..."

"It was my fault and I bear my sins deep in my chest..."

"But...."

"If there's the least bit of sympathy in your heart, I beg at your feet to free me of the curse

that is placed upon me..."

"Please, you may not forgive me but I do not wish for those that are dear to me, to see myself being burdened with this curse..."

"In all hopes and honesty, I truly hope that you can forgive me one day." Amon ended his prayer by once more joining his hands, a single tear escaping from his eye.

And at that moment, a refreshing breeze of air passed through the patch of land where he was crouched down.

It soothingly grazed his cheek and refreshed his whole being, as if the cold air was embracing

him.

As he stood up, he slightly smiled and bowed before turning to leave in the misty fog.

****

Arthur Milize stood atop a building in the dark streets of City Centre, seated upon his cane

that was planted into the ground.

Rain fell heavily around him but failed to even enter a meter around his space.

As if it kept being reversed back to never reach him.

But his focus wasn't on that at the moment as he slightly adjusted his monocle to see the boy

who finished his prayer just now.

As the boy stood up and left, a slight smile marred Arthur's features as he stood up as well and

gazed at the boy's back.

"Gravedigger.." His deep voice escaped in a mumble before he turned and melted into the

shadows along with his cane.

And with his disappearance, the rain finally started to rattle at the spot where he was seated

before.

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