The Belial Heir

Chapter 3

Raiden Pov

"Greetings Big Brother" I greeted my brother.

He nodded and motioned me to follow him which I did patiently. Soon we reached a corner of the field where there were two desks and chairs and one of them was occupied by none other than our sister, Cleria.

It was a pleasant surprise to me when I came to know that she was born as my sister. Looking at the girl with medium-length dark brown hair, I am without a doubt, really happy for her. Her two braid with red ribbons makes her more adorable.

Murdered for loving a person...it's not something I appreciate.

I wholeheartedly thanked that celestial being for this change, for fulfilling my request. A chance is given to her to live, a chance I'll never let go waste and that's a promise.

Looking at the adorable sight in front of us is truly a blessing.

The child sitting on the chair as told, waiting patiently for her brothers to come and teach her new things for the promised dessert, she was bribed off.

Isn't she the cutest?

"Ren! Grey! I was waiting for sooooooooo lonnnng~! Where were you ~?" The ever-energized and bubbly Cleria asked us.

And if anyone had looked at Diehauser that time, they wouldn't have missed his sullen face, which can be considered as one of the rarest things in this world.

He has this Kakashi-like attitude to some extent. Always with a cool demeanor and carefree look.

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Living with a family was a new experience for me. I remember my early childhood of growing up in a christen orphanage under the care of our loving caretaker, Sister Jeanne.

I was an orphan or should I say abandoned by my birth mother when I was born. I was supposedly born of a one-night stand that she had with a stranger because of an unfortunate breakup she had with her fiance after she caught him cheating on her.

As far I remember, Sister Jeanne was the only parental figure I had for the first few years of my childhood. Then my group was introduced to Sister Martha, who was a damn strict and hardcore follower of the rules in comparison to Sister Jeanne who had this cute mischievous personality.

Sister Martha was our first and only elementary teacher. She's the one who taught me how to read and write. It was soo fun for us to annoy her then go to Sister Jeanne for hiding.

Unfortunately, the wheel of life always consists of both good and bad.

When I was in middle school, Saint Martha died due to a cardiac arrest.

The most important thing I learned from her was,

"It is okay to be strict, cold, or even merciless if at the end of the day it's done for the greater good."

It was maybe God's blessings that I was a bit more mature than the rest of the children of our age group.

Young children will always prefer a warm open playground than a big cold Castle.

Maybe that's the reason most of my childhood friends liked Sister Jeanne over her?

I used to see how she would be extra strict with us but when we were sick or hurt how she would be the first one to nurse us. She cared for us very deeply, that's for sure.

Putting herself in a 'bad' light so that we can do better, this attitude taught me many things for the rest of my life. Maybe that's the reason even with Sister Jeanne's caring nature, Sister Martha was my favorite.