A GOD'S WAY OF JUDGEMENT

16-Hope

(Author comments: Sorry guys i had some issuses with contract so i was late as compensation i will give you a info - this season is gonna end with chapter 20- and next season will begin with past of ronan in celestial realm- now this a Big leak)

Celia sat across from Gerald in the quiet lounge of his private office, her expression heavy with concern.

"Ronan has changed," Celia began softly, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. "He used to hide his kindness behind sarcasm and distance. But now... it's gone. It's like something inside him snapped, and all that's left is cruelty. I know that it is pretty comman for us to kill people but whenever Ronan killed an innocent he morn for them. It doesn't happen like that anymore. He practicaly tormented a person just because he did something small. Now he smiles at people's death".

Gerald leaned forward, his brow furrowed. "You're not the only one who's noticed. It's not just cruelty—it's surgical, as if every action is meticulously calculated to inflict pain or push people away."

Celia nodded, her voice strained with emotion. "I've known Ronan long enough to see through his walls. He's not just shutting people out—he's doing it to protect us. He thinks that if he becomes someone we can hate, we'll be safer without him."

Gerald sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Classic Ronan. But if he keeps this up, he'll lose everyone who cares about him before he even realizes it."

Celia's gaze dropped, her heart heavy with unspoken fears. "He's pushing me away too... I've tried to reach him, but every time I do, he builds another wall. I don't know how much longer I can keep holding on."

Celia bit her lip, struggling to suppress the tears threatening to escape. "He's convinced that if he shows even a glimpse of emotion, everything will fall apart. But... what if it already is?"

Gerald leaned back, his expression grave. "He wants revenge. He now thinks that his entire existence is for Revenge."

Celia sat silently, absorbing his words. The room felt colder now, the weight of her unspoken worries pressing down on her.

"I just hope," she whispered, "that he realizes it before it's too late."

Gerald gave a small, sympathetic nod, though his eyes held the same uncertainty. "We can only hope, Celia. We can only hope."

Celia let out a slow breath, her gaze distant as if lost in memories. "Whenever Ronan lost his way, it was Dante who pulled him back. He always knew how to get through to him, no matter how far Ronan had fallen." Her voice softened with a tinge of sadness. "But now Dante's gone... and Ronan won't let us contact him—not even once. He's convinced that doing so could expose him somehow."

Gerald tilted his head, frowning. "Expose him? To who?"

Celia shook her head, frustration simmering beneath her calm tone. "He's paranoid about being discovered. It's as if he believes that even the smallest connection to Dante in Heaven could put everything at risk. But it's not like Dante would ever betray him."

Gerald leaned forward, his gaze sharpening. "Then why does he block every path to Dante?"

"Fear," Celia whispered, her fingers tightening around the edge of her sleeve. "Ronan doesn't just fear exposure—he fears losing control. If Dante shows up and challenges the way Ronan's been handling things, he'll have to confront the person he's become." She sighed deeply, the weight of her helplessness pressing down on her. "But... Dante is the only one who can set Ronan back on the right path. Without him, we're just watching Ronan spiral, powerless to stop it."

Gerald tapped his fingers against the armrest, considering her words. A spark of resolve flickered in his eyes. "Then let's try to contact Dante ourselves."