Revenge of the Son of the Nobles

Chapter 4: The Hate

A waiter dressed was seen walking while pushing a trolley filled with food, even if it could be called food. He walked down the corridor of a magnificent building that looked neglected, occasionally muttering harsh words and swearing.

The building is actually magnificent and beautiful is a place that has a horror impression with dirty floors, dusty walls, broken windows and roofs that begin to collapse.

On the shabby walls along the corridor are various ornaments that have been covered with dust and various kinds of stains. Despite this, a vague emblem of a noble family could still be seen from behind the stains covering it.

The waiter swore back quietly, he hated his job so much, every day, he was ordered to deliver food to the figure in the abandoned building. Of course the payment he received was great, but for some reason, the fee he got seemed not worth it.

He continued to grumble until he finally arrived at a door that was at the end of the corridor. Without the slightest manners, he broke down the door that had begun to decay, indeed this building was abandoned anyway, but at least his behavior was slightly adjusted to his clothes.

"Hey! Meal time!" He spilled the contents of the trolley just like that onto the floor that was inside the shabby room, just shabby was not enough to describe it. Indeed, the room whose floor is overgrown with moss and the walls are overgrown with fungi is quite described as 'cumuh'?

From behind the darkness, two glowing purple dots slowly approached his trolley, making the maid shudder and run away. "Damn it! This is why I hate my job!"

The two glowing purple dots started to come out from the darkness and reveal their form. A teenage boy, his age ranges from 17-19 years, his hair was dreadful and disheveled, his skin blackened because the dirt stuck never cleaned, his long black nails look irregularly cut.

The figure's appearance is actually not much different from the crazy bums you see in the narrow alleys of the city, the only thing that looks different from him are his eyes.

Yes, the eye with purple pupils and black sclera was the only member of his body that looked brilliant, even though it was not since when the child was in the room, he did not even look desperate or crazy.

Behind his flat gaze, there was implied a fire of hatred and a great desire for revenge. While chewing his food, his dry lips seemed to move muttering something.

"Th.sus O...Ars Ke.va.ir" He kept muttering those words, it seemed that he was muttering someone's name.

After the food he was given was gone, he crawled back into the darkness, curled up in the corner of the room.

He bit his long fingernails to cut them off, that was all he had been doing while muttering the name of someone who seemed to be the object of his hatred all along.

"E..sus O..ras To.arr..." The longer he mentioned the name, the deeper the flames of hatred burned him.

The days of suffering that he had been through made him deserve such hatred, he had basically committed no sin, nor had he committed any crime.

At all times, he was always thinking about how unfair this world was to him. Even for him, the 'world' was only a building where he was locked up and a handful of people he had seen in his entire life.

Time passed, the figure now closed his eyes, his breathing was calm, only in this kind of moment could he rest from this injustice.

However, in that cold and dark room, that figure was no longer alone. In the doorway of the room, stood a woman in a long white dress, her golden hair like radiating light, but the light did not make the dark room brighter. No one knew the expression the woman was displaying because of the white cloth covering her entire face. Even so, the small cloth was unable to hide its eyes that were emitting a faint golden-colored radiance, it stared at a single point in the room.

For a while, he simply stared at the figure curled up in the corner of the room, asleep with hatred constantly growing in his heart.

"Do you hate?" His soft voice echoed into the entire room, making the curled figure wake up. He was stunned and instantly alert with a presence that was unfamiliar to him.

"Do you hate?" Once again the voice that was so calm it echoed into the entire room and as if gently stroking the figure, making him feel safe.

"Are you ... Hating everything?" The woman walked into the room, slowly approaching the figure that was now sitting on her knees, a ray from her purple eyes staring straight at the woman.

The two pairs of eyes met each other, the silent night seemed to become even more silent with the presence of the woman in the black dress. Time seemed to be slow in the eyes of the two of them.

"This hatred ... So beautiful ...." The woman knelt down and grabbed the two cheeks of the figure before her. He looked into those eyes deeper, as if he wanted to dig out something hidden behind such a brilliant purple light in the gloomy middle of the room.

"Did it hurt?" The figure was just silent, staring at the woman without blinking. "It must be very painful, right?".

The woman still gently stroked the two cheeks of the figure. For the first time, the figure felt a feeling other than hatred. A feeling so warm and painless.

"Do you want to pay it all back?" The figure just nodded slowly. This woman who was now in front of him, who was crying over his misfortune. Perhaps he was the answer to his desire for revenge that had been burning inside him all along.

"Good answer ... From now on. You don't have to feel pain anymore ... The hatred in your heart will be your strength .. You are the one chosen by me ...." The woman gently clasped the figure. Slowly, their bodies disappeared into the darkness.

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"Grand Duke! Lothawat! It's so bad!" A man in a servant's shirt broke down the door of the study from the person called Grand Duke, the Grand Duke who was in the middle of an important conversation with his second son looked at the servant with a threatening look. The guards immediately grabbed the waiter and slammed his body onto the floor.

"You better explain well why you broke down this door" The second son pointed his index finger at the butler, magic energy slowly gathering at the tip of his index finger. A little mispronounced, the butler can be hollow.

"I-it! Please forgive me for my carelessness!" The servant who was held by several bodyguards said in a trembling voice, either nervous to deliver the news he was carrying or nervous about the threat from the second son of the Grand Duke.

"Today! When I deliver food to my senses, Young Master... She's. she's..."

Grand Duke Chevallaire and his second son, Duke Chevallaire, looked at each other, they felt that this news was indeed very precarious to make the waiter ignore ethics and break into their work space.

The Duke approached and stuck his index finger to the servant's forehead. "Tell me clearly, what happened? Huh huh? Is the 'creature' dead or what?" The servant flooded with tears, even his snot until the belepotan came out so afraid of him.

"T-tu-tuan M-young... She.. she's disappeared!" Obviously the waiter.

The Duke's face stiffened, his eyes staring ferociously at the servant full of anger, a split second later, the servant was sprawled with a hole in his forehead. Blood flowed down the floor, the Duke immediately gestured to the guards.

The guards immediately wrapped the corpse and cleaned up the blood pooled on the floor. "Remove him, make sure there's nothing left of his body, thoroughly remove everyone associated with him". The duke coldly gave orders to the bodyguards, they saluted and walked out of the room with a bag filled with corpses.

After the bodyguards left, the Duke suddenly felt an immense pressure, he spontaneously turned to stare towards the Grand Duke's seat

The Grand Duke looked enraged, the wooden chair he was sitting on and the table before him started to crack due to the powerful aura that was spiraling out of control, even the Duke felt suffocated by it.

"I'm sorry I was in a hurry to make a decision". The Duke knelt before the Grand Duke begging for mercy, trying his hardest to withstand the Grand Duke aura that was suffocating him. He thought the Grand Duke was angry because he just killed the maid.

Slowly, the aura of the Grand Duke stabilized again, although his face was still trembling with restraint, the Duke coughed after finally escaping from the chuckle of his father's powerful aura.

"No, Alfonso. You made the right decision to get rid of that guy, I'm angry that 'that thing' got out of the cage and went somewhere. I don't know what the guards did in that area".

The Grand Duke walked slowly towards the window of his study, while the Duke was still kneeling, in his mind raging various things that made his anger burn.

"Give the entire army to search for traces of the 'beings', with his condition, he shouldn't have run too far from this manor. If he's found out, get rid of all the guards in the area". The Grand Duke's. Alfonso stood saluting and immediately went out of the room and obeyed his father.

The Grand Duke, who was now alone in the study, stared out the window with his mind filled with anger and agitation.

"A useless creature. You always trouble me".