Chapter 12

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"Utopia...when we meet God and the angels again, let me take the blame for losing him." Eden said gloomily to his daughter. The girl shook her head and said sharply, "No! I am the one responsible for him at the end of the day. It's my fault for not watching out for him. I can handle it father, including punishment." There was no way she's going to let her father take more criticism and later, bullying from the other spirits.

A voice suddenly interrupted the conversation, "Ah...so the one your mentoring as gone missing. Right? He...probably wanted to go home." Utopia and Eden whirled around to face the light, saluting it. "Sorry God! I did horrible in watching him. Any punishment you give me, I gladly accept!" Utopia said quickly. A soft chuckle escaped the ball of light. "No, no. I'm not cruel like that. There will be no punishment. Now, what does the paper say? The one you got in your hand." Utopia opened it up and started reading.

Here is Tristian's note:

Dear Utopia and Eden,

Thank you both for being the best mentors that I could ask for in the short time we had together. I'm sorry for causing you trouble ever since that outburst that day. I understand if I'm not allowed back once I die for good. I just...I have to go back. Not only do I miss my mom, but I also want to know who killed the person I loved. Unless if you have no choice, then please don't say anything and do not follow me. If I see or sense your presence, I won't hesitate to run away. If you try to fight me, I will fight back until I can find an opening to escape. Again, thank you and I'm sorry.

Sincerely,
Tristan

"Well, let's not interfere with what he wants to do unless if he gets into some sort of trouble. But we will follow him. Is that understood?"

Utopia and Eden looked at each other then looked back at God.

"Yes, lord."
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Meliodas sat on the metal chair, staring at the culprit across from him, chained up to a chair of their own. "Why did you kill Florist?" He asked darkly, twirling a butcher knife around his finger. The culprit's eyes widened quickly and they gulped. Fearful of what Meliodas could do with that. They had heard of many stories about the demon prince. Of how he cuts of fingers, skins people alive, gauge out eyeballs and other torturous acts.

"I..I don't..."

Meliodas rolled his eyes and got up, slowly walking toward them, still twirling the knife. The culprit started to beg him not to do anything. "Okay! Okay! I will tell you." Meliodas smiled slightly and stood right in front of them, squatting down to their level, knife pressed against their stomach horizontally. "Okay tell me then..." The culprit gulped and started to sweat but answered anyways. What they answered opened Mel's eyes as he reached a realization.

"I was jealous of her...and the relationship she had with your son..."

Meliodas raised an eyebrow, coaxing them to say more.

"I do not know what else to tell you, I wanted Tristian all to myself. He was mine....but she just had to get him. What did she had that I didn't?! She was just...argh! Why! WHY!"

Meliodas only stared as they reveal their pain and their struggle. But he didn't care to an extent. Florist was Tristian's fiancé, therefore, she was going to be his daughter in law. Tristian is his son, the child he had a rough journey with and who sacrificed himself so that he can survive and be with Angel again. It didn't matter who that bitch was and their sob story.

No one messes with his family and gets away with it.

No one.

"...Especially you..."

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