a gorgeous white by Heather_anare

236: Moulins hunter

"How pitiful..."

A voice of dark thorns spoke out in the open. It sent down an ominous chill upon the people surrounding the area. When the words were heard, people looked around to seek the owner of the voice.

The brothers lifted their listless gazes, settling upon a tall, muscular figure standing at the edge of the trees. Eyes of crimson red. He bore the traits of a malefic and a demon. Bearing greyish tone of skin and a horned curved upwards. Its tip was pointing to the heavens. His aura alone brought spine-chilling fear and shock to those around him.

There was no mistake. A demon had appeared before them. For the first time after several millennia, a monster has appeared before them.

Loud murmurs and fearsome gazes filled the area. Some has already drawn their weapons, and the weak stepped back in fear. They could not believe it. Out of nowhere, how can a demon suddenly appear?

Emlen and Maxille's eyes bore at the creature who was bold enough to mock them of their mother's passing. Infinite rage flooded their veins. The air lowered to several degrees. The only person who did not move nor change his expression was the young man kneeling on the ground, holding a crystal emitting a soft glow.

Golden eyes narrowed. Hadrian instantly appeared beside Moulin. His hostility rising tremendously.

It was Alha. Moulin's hunter.

"Who are you?" Maxille's eyes darken.

Alha's expression did not change. He stood as if unbothered by the commotion his presence has caused. However, his eyes were deep as they eyed the youth shielded by the two brothers and the Lord.

"I am here to collect him..." Alha responded openly. There were no lies in his eyes. His blood-red pupils stared only at Moulin.

Maxille scoffed, "Do you wish for death?"

He stepped forward. His eyes flashed a ruthless glint. The severity of the news of his mother's death turned into hot, boiling anger. The thirst for revenge burrowed deep into his chest. He wanted nothing more than the blood of his enemies.

Emlen gnashed his teeth his scythe's blade shined cruelly.

This time Moulin, who had kept his head lowered, lifted his gaze. His eyes met Alha's, and Moulin wished he could kill him from where he stood. But he couldn't. If he wasn't so weak... so useless... he could've fought harder. He could've saved his mother...

"Ah..." Alha's eyes deepened. "Your sorrow has overtaken you. Perfect."

"What the fuck do you want from him?" Emlen snapped. His eyes burned with rage.

"He knows very well why I want him, and none of you would understand the value he has for cleansing this world. The Kron is just a start. Soon... everything will be purified..."

Moulin eyes slightly widen. "What... do you mean?"

A grin widened. Every single soul could feel the heaviness of the malice within his expression. Alha looked relaxed. Unperturbed. His gaze shifted to the onlookers around them before settling on Moulin.

"The Kron was triggered by your presence. It marked the start of the cleansing. It is your destiny to renew this land." His voice was deep and slow as if to forcefully pressed all the words to Moulin's ears.

The Kron... began because of... him?

Moulin's eyes widened. Confusion and shock filled his expression. He could not grasp the true meaning of those words.

What did he mean? How? Why?

"What is he talking about?"

"The young master is the cause?..."