Outcast Hunter

Leo could not stop thinking about the possibility of the Creator being his father who disappeared a few years ago. Considering the fact that both Chastiel's and Grim's father had abandoned them at a young age. Leaving the two of them behind.

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What will be shown to Leo was the tragic death of the current 60th holder of Death's power. The Destroyers' forces initiated an all-out war against the immeasurable army of the Protectors. Both forces clashed against each other. The gap between the Protectors' army and the Destroyers' army were distant.. They were outnumbering the enemy forces. Molazar was not with the Destroyers. That's the reason why they were losing the war against their foe. It was bloody and gore. Both sides were suffering brutal deaths. There was no mercy given. Even so, no one falter. They didn't stop fighting and kept on slaughtering whomever their weapon reach.

"Advance! Don't stop, take as many as you can with you!" One of the Protectors said.

They don't give a damn about their forces' life. For both party, they are just cannon fodder who will do anything for them. Ready to die, their leader's word boosted their morals. They were pumped and they could feel the rush of adrenaline.

"Our Protectors has blessed us with their power! Follow me my fellow men. Don't yield to the enemy! Kill anyone who stand in our way!"

"Osu!"

The army of the Protectors was overpowering the Destroyers' army. That was until when Molazar made a grand entrance. He descended from the sky and looked down on them like they were puny worthless creatures.

"My, my, look at all of you. You lots could not really win without my support."

Molazar was with someone. He was holding the Death's scythe. So, Leo assumed that he was the 60th holder of the power. 'But why?' He asked himself and soon later concluded that all successor was different from each other. 'They might have made a deal that benefits both of them."

The current Death was talkative at all. He stayed silent beside Molazar. The other Destroyers who were fighting the Protectors were glad that one of their best asset has arrived.

"Those who have fallen from this bloody war, I am granting you eternal life once again. Arise and serve me eternally!"

Those who served the Protectors and the Destroyers that had fallen, they came back from life. However, their physical bodies had changed into a shadow one. They were made of black smoke.

"We pledge our loyalty to the one and only King."

The summons knelt in his presence and the all-out war stopped for a bit. They watched and witnessed the glorious power of the omnipotent necromancer. Chills ran down their spine when they saw that Molazar was glaring at them. They felt it the same time as the others.

"My beloved summons, fight by my side and share the sweetest victory you will ever feel in your life!"

The conflagration continued. Tons of Blood spoils the ground red and dead bodies were piled up where Molazar was standing.

A whole day had passed since the war begun and the it seems that it was nearing its end. Molazar just kept on watching both parties killed each other. All Protectors and Destroyers had died in the battle except for him. Suddenly, Molazar made a sinister laugh that halted the remaining forces. They have lost their mind because of it. Everyone looked lifeless and stiff.

Molazar uses telekinesis to pick up the Grace that was lying on the bloody ground. He collected all 11 of the Grace and looked at the current Death. "I have gathered their Grace and all that's left to do is to give me yours, Ferrox."

The latter finally speak, "this is what we have agreed. Wait a few momen-" he gasps and he spat bloods. He felt a sharp thing pierced his chest. He gently looked at his chest and knew immediately that Molazar had betrayed him.

"This wasn't... what we agreed... o-"

Molazar eventually gave the killing blow to Ferrox. He again used his sharp nails to pierce through Ferrox's chest and pulled its heart out.

"I don't remember something like an agreement."

Molazar crushed Ferrox's heart in his hand and threw it down where it rolled into the very bottom of the piled up dead bodies.

Ferrox's spiritual body had vanished and mixed into the air. Leaving only his Grace. Molazar picked it up and grinned ominously. And then there was laughter.

The data had ended. It didn't show what Molazar wished from the Creator. The last message begun loading and it eventually played through Leo's head. He still wasn't over on what happened to Ferrox. What a cunning bastard Molazar is, he thought.

"Ugh!" Leo was surprised by the sudden deafening sound that came from the data. It played. It was all blurred, but Leo could hear the words that was being said. And it was the Creator that was speaking.

"Ehem..." He cleared his throat. "Haa... uh, um..."

"Why don't he just say what he's going to say?" Said Leo. It annoyed him.

"Leo, you might be really confused and still wondering if I really am yours and Tom's father. Well, I am." Leo's question was answered. "My son, I am deeply sorry for what I have done to you, your brother and your mother. Your thoughts about me might have changed a long time ago. I can't blame you. And you must have watched my first son, Chastiel. What I am trying to say is I am sorry. I don't know if you will be able to forgive. It's fine by me, I understand what you're feeling. Well my son, I will just hope that you don't astray to the right path. Good luck from now on."

Leo never even shed anger towards his father. He loved him, he was still hoping that their family would once again reunites. "Mom, she told me that she really loved you with all her heart. She had a breakdown and ended up in her current state. She taught me not to conceive a hatred. That's why I will forgive and I fully understood you."

He said all that after the data ended. He wasn't allowed to speak. He could just hear it and won't be able to respond.

"I thought I have became strong. So why am I, why am I crying?"

Sometimes, crying doesn't mean you're weak. Sometimes, crying was the only way for us to deal with our problems. And sometimes it is the only answer to our problems. Just let it all out. Hope I am making sense. Well, sorry in advance.