Strings of Fate

Chapter 14: Panic and benediction

Y/n's POV:

How is that possible?

How can it be dad in front of me? He should landed in Heaven. He never did a wrong thing. But what could he possibly done to end up here?

"Cela faisait si longtemps, mon petit ange"

Only me and dad knew French in our past lives...

"Mon petit ange..."

And only he called me that name.

-Dad!?

Please, tell me it is really him...

I miss him so much...

-It's me, mon ange. You grown so much.

And before I even had the slightest chance to hug my own father, my eyes had in their vision the higher crimson eyes of the other man next to him. Crimson like Hell's sky. Crimson like the blood of my victims on my clothes. A shade I could recognize between a thousand identical ones. And remembering what happened only a few hours earlier... I panicked. The words came out by themselves because of that brief panic, but it was enough to sound weird and like I was hiding something, while I don't think I do.

-Yeah umm, don't you worry dad, it's not my blood. I have to go now, bye!

I let out loud in a flash as I used my feathers to grab the remains of the decapitated sinners as I ran away, those coal colored plumage following me as fast as I felt.

I had to admit: I panicked. I didn't know what to do or be like. And to be the most honest I can be...

I didn't wanted him to know that, if I looked at him again, the memories would come back with another puddle of tears. And not for seeing my dad after years of radio silence.

Coming back to Cannibal Town, I let the feathers send the meat to Rosie as I ran straight to my home and started undressing myself as I passed my home's door. The top, then the bottom followed by the last of the clothes. Untying my hair as I started to up in the shower already turned on as the water pour from the shower head. The clear liquid flowing on my hair and the curves of my body as I stratched the thick half-died blood off. First off my giant wings, which was difficult to clean and to let them in the shower, and not out to spill water everywhere. Then, I tried to remove it off my skin. Of course, I tried to ignore the permanent patterns on my skin, ones that can't seem to let me go. 

Ones that, even after years of trying, I still can't find another name for them than my two ugliest memories of my human life.

As the blood turned into a light pink water, diluted by the cold, crystal clear liquid above my head, all my mind was full of was of hundreds of questions: Why is dad in Hell? What did he done so bad to end up here? Why was he looking so miserable earlier? Is he hurt? From who, when, why?...

Why was Alastor with my father? And why can't I just forget him after he rejected me?

After I turned off the shower and dried up myself, I wrapped myself in a towel while walking to my immense bedroom and look at the time.

8:32 am.

So there's only 128 days left before extermination... Guess that time does flies by.

Alastor's POV:

Well, I have to admit, this was a strange conversation.

Of course I noticed how she froze when the corner of their eyes took notice of mine. I didn't exactly knew why they had a strike of stress like this. Actually, I did knew a little, but I didn't thought that only my view would make them in this state. 

Are they scared of me?

-Well, guess something happened between you both if my child acted like this, just seeing you.

And of course, the old man, which I still didn't know the first name, continued to stand there and, for a weird reason I couldn't find why, says ou loud what he thinks that's happening. And weirdly enough, he is indeed right that something happened between us. I just didn't thought they would be in a panic to see me after I had to reject them.

-They are an incredible killer, I have to admit.

He scoffed, almost laughing, as he responded in a more joyous tone and looking less high.

-That's coming from a killer?

-Yes. Indeed yes, it is.

-Ha, well, I won't tell you otherwise. It was impressive from them. An angel can be the devil in disguise, am I right? Or, in your case, a cold heart melted in love, correct?

I didn't respond, because he was right. I was a cold blooded serial killer, and now cannibal, but they made my heart melt for them in a way that I couldn't explain otherwise than love. And this heart melt isn't good when you are an Overlord, it becomes your weakness and I ain't supposed to be seen with a potential weakness, right?

By my lack of answer, he sighed and looked up at me, looking at me like it was Y/n's soul behind those eyes.

-I don't care that you are an Overlord. You could be an Imp or the Devil himself and I wouldn't even care a little. Y/n is old enough to chose who she wants to give their heart to and defend themselves and their loved ones. But you, you seemed to had rejected them only because you are scared of your own feelings. You are scared to not be able to protect them and make them happy.

-They won't be with me. All that will happen for them is to be took as a weakness and kidnapped from a side to another. This is not a life I wish for them. And I do not wish for them to have a killer for lover.

I did interrupted him for this, I admit. But why am I also confessing to this man?

-They are already happy to be with you. I'm sure they never looked at you as a killer, but for who you truly are. I'll tell you something, and I want you to remember this if you decide to change your choice: In my past life, out of 6 children, I had 4 sons. And I won't mind if a gentleman like you becomes my fifth or sixth son.

As he walks away with a smile glued on his face, all I could think is how he was right. Indeed, they never looked at me like I was a monster. They never were scared of me when I met them. As I continue to think, the realization took me by surprise.

Did he just gave me his benediction for me and Y/n to be a thing!?