Glorybringer AU ☆the fault in our stars☆

[39] Destroy

☆Deathbringer

"The last day of a free man, is that it?" 

Mother's glaring at Morrowseer, seething in his presence. She almost passed out when I told her that he was working at my school. "You stupid idiot. Why would you ever turn yourself in, eh? Just forget it and enjoy life."

I am worried that Mother would kill him (not for his death, I would love it, but the thought of my mother having the guilt of killing such a filthy being), so I hurriedly reply, "Are you sure you want to treat me like this? When I am the key to meeting your only daughter, the bridge to give them some money, an angel that offers a chance to act like a decent father, or let me say, a decent human being, which you have had hard time doing in the past—"

"I get it, boy, I don't want your remarks," Morrowseer grumbles. "Get on with the plan."

"Moon's a sweet thing, I can't believe she's your daughter," I say in return. "Okay. I'm just going to get you in Glory's house, introduce you as my uncle, which, unfortunately, you are, and disappear to see how Glory is doing. And tell her what I'm planning to do tomorrow. Don't say a word, don't make Secretkeeper or Moon realize who you are, just be content at watching and sipping tea. Remind yourself of the trashy things you have done to Secretkeeper, like leaving her pregnant, how much pain she must have been in, and realize what a monster you are. Maybe next time— if there is a next time— you can give them some money. I think that's all."

Morrowseer stares at me in disbelief. "The plan was this simple, and you never helped me when I asked for help?"

Now it's Mother's turn to stare at him and grip his collar. Her face is red with fury. "YOU ASKED HIM FOR HELP, YOU SAW HIM AT SCHOOL, YOU TALKED TO HIM—"

"I was his damn teacher, Quickstrike, wasn't I?" Morrowseer grumbles. "Or maybe you can just give the money to them. No need for me to go in. Just give it as a Christmas present or something."

"One, you're acting like a coward, two, it's not Christmas, and three, why would I listen to your wishes when I can see you miserable?"

"You gave birth to a demon, that's what he is," Morrowseer snaps, but he nods, grabbing his car keys. He motions for me to come. If I didn't know him, I would even say that he looks excited. "You don't want to be late to your girlfriend, the sweetheart doesn't have much time."

I punch him in the stomach for that remark, and he groans in pain. I dart to the door even faster than he does, wanting to see her. Because, unfortunately, he tells the truth. Before going out, however, he turns to Quickstrike and throws her a brown bag. "Quickstrike, I liked you better when you were killing people, but since you're insisting on living as a kind, good person, you'll need some more money. And don't stay contact with men you don't have feelings for, just ask me if you need more." When she just holds it in her hand, he sighs. "I worked to get it, it's not dirty money."

Mother gives him a grudging smile of gratitude. I turn to him, grabbing his shirt to stop him from going. Lowering my voice, I ask him, "You knew? You were watching us?" But you don't care about us. He scoffs and goes out of the house.

"Tell me how Glory's doing, when you come back, will you?" She calls out.

I reply, but almost certain that she doesn't hear it— I'm already out of the house. Eager to have a glimpse of Glory.

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When I go in, there isn't Glory, but Greatness, a grim expression on her face. I can hear her talking furiously with Secretkeeper. I immediately fear the worst. "Where is she?"

Severkeeper is the one that answers me. At the sound of her voice, Morrowseer, hidden underneath his black cap, freezes. "She went to meet her mother. And Mrs. Bright followed her after an hour, just to see how things were going."