Chapter 102: Flawed Person

"You're a monster," he spat out, his anger reached its peak, and he was done with any pretense.

Locking eyes with the demon before him, he knew that it had no intentions of letting him live.

He had hoped for help to come, but with no alarms triggered after a considerable time, it became clear: the demon had likely killed everyone before coming here.

If that was the case, then it was better to accept his fate and at least die with dignity.

There was a reason that he was able to built a business empire—he was brave and never showed weakness, even in the face of death.

He had already made peace with it.

"Monster?" Reign chuckled, his mouth twisting into a smug grin as he enjoyed the scene. "Well, thank you for the compliment," he added, mocking his prey further .

Then.

Reign turned his head towards Cyril's step-sister, who was now vomiting on the floor after witnessing the carnage surrounding her.

The metallic stench of blood, mingled with the scent of other internal organs like brain matter, intensified the smell .

"Hey, do you wanna live?" he asked, with a wicked smile .

"Please— Please, let me live," she pleaded through tears, her voice shaking with fear and remorse. "I'm sorry for bullying Sister Cyril, I promise I'll change. She can make me her slave, I don't care, just please spare me."

The stress and trauma had completely shattered her mind, leaving her in a state of inconsolable despair.

"I will let you live if you pick up that knife," Reign declared, his voice dripping with malice. "You and your father kill each other. Whoever wins, I will spare. Of course, if you don't do it, then I will kill the two of you and be done with it."

"Why should we believe you?" Cyril's father stood up, his voice filled with skepticism.

"Well, you don't really have a choice, do you?" Reign replied with a smirk. "Besides, in the off chance that I'm telling the truth, then either one of you can live. So it's either a 50/50 chance you die, or 100%. Your choice."

After hearing the logic behind Reign's words, both father and daughter paused, contemplating their options.

While death seemed inevitable either way, the alternative at least offered a slim 50% chance of survival.

Cyril's father remained skeptical; he was smart enough to see through Reign's sadistic way of playing with them.

But for her daughter?

She slowly picked up the knife with trembling hands. It was the same knife she had used to cut her steak before everything turns to hell.

"Stab me in the heart. Kill me quickly," Cyril's father uttered, his voice trembling with resignation.

"I—I can't," she shook her head, her guilt evident in her pained expression.

"Do it, or I will kill both of you," Reign's cold voice echoed as sharp bones began to protrude from his knuckles. "Don't test my patience," he warned, his threat hanging heavy in the air.

Hearing this, she began to cry even harder. With trembling hands, she raised the knife and stabbed it into her father's chest.

"Arghh," her father grumbled in pain, but the knife wound was superficial.

"Don't make me suffer," he requested, his face contorted in agony.

"AHHHHH!"

With tears streaming down her face, she let out a gut-wrenching scream as she repeatedly plunged the knife into her father's chest, blood splattering onto her face with each agonizing stab.

The weight of her actions, fueled by desperation and sorrow, made each blow more harrowing than the last.

"I'M SORRY "

"I'M SORRY "

"I'M SORRY "

"I'M SORRY "

"I'M SORRY "

She kept repeating those words, her mind flooded with memories of the good times she had shared with him.

She remembered how he would take her shopping and always find time in his busy schedule to watch her play at school when she was still studying.

Despite his flaws, he had always been there for her, a reminder that while he may have been a flawed person, he was not a bad father.

"I—love you," her father's weak voice echoed as he touched her face with his bloodied hands.

With all the remaining strength he could muster, he began to speak, pausing intermittently as he coughed up blood. "Demon, I know.... that I've ....been a.... bad person to Cyril, but this child is innocent... please, spare her."

As Reign turned away without a word, Cyril's father felt a wave of relief wash over him.

In that final moment, he found peace in the knowledge that he had shielded his daughter from harm until the very end.

"Father..."