"Are you conflicted?"
"How can I not be?" he turned around to see an elegantly dressed woman. As beautiful as the Belle of Roses, The Goddess of Beauty.
"It feels unreal to vow an oath with you in front of the Goddess of Marriage. Few months only passed but many events took place," she said with a bittersweet smile while leaning against the arched window.
'Yes, only a few months has passed. Irene was accused and now is prepared for the ritual, Father is dethroned while I, who has never dreamt of being the ruler, became one.'
Michael closed his eyes and explored his memories. He found a memory that he has always wanted to forgot. The image of a young lady's body on the ground.
She is covered in stab marks and blood. Clearly she was killed in broad daylight by the unknown perpetrator.
"Mo-Mother!" a shaky voice is heard by the opened doors.
The woman saw his son, covered in blood. His eyes were shedding tears that could fill an empty pond. "Did something happen?" she embraced him within her arms.
"My po-powers awakened and I-I was with Demi," his eyes were still wide from the shock.
For a short while, she pondered and came to the conclusion that her son has harmed someone. Although she clearly is worried about him, she discarded the thought of Demi's well-being.
The next day, "Father."
His eyes were swollen from crying. Michael cried for the entire day and night.
"Don't worry, my young one. Andrus won't be informed that the merciless killer is Michael."
"Really, no one will know even Uncle Andrus?" he said with an earnest tone.
Helios' mouth twitched into a smile and nodded in response. He knelt in front of Michael and rested his hand on his shoulder, "Father will protect his wife, you and your little sister."
Michael ended his flashback by hitting the edge of a table with force. Causing Isabella to flinch by the sudden gesture, "Don't fright me like that!"
Michael realized his mixed feelings. He feels anger, discomfort and regret. The only emotion he could express in this situation is anger.
Two weeks passed but it felt like two years in the Mortal Realm. Upon the start of his reign, Michael renamed the term Heavenly Ruler to Monarch of Seraphs. Before he vows an oath with the Goddess of Beauty, he will fulfill his first duty as the monarch.
Inside one of the most forbidden areas of the Promised Land, the council along with Irene and Michael, are present for the last stage.
A high-ranking guard presented an adamant dagger, soaked in Corrupt Essence. Michael has to be cautious for the sharp dagger to not accidentally leave a little scratch on his hands.
"Begin!" an elderly voice resounded the silent hall.
<"WARNING!", Author yelled.>
Irene is held by enchanted chains. She thought of losing her calm composure for uncountable times but when the time finally came, she couldn't hide her fear.
Michael felt the pressure of the gazes onto him as he approached his terrified sister. As he is near her, he raised his hand up high.
STAB. Those who knew her well couldn't bear to witness this gruesome image.
Her shrieks passed through the sound-proof hall and reached the ears of every being in the Promised Land. It echoed in their head causing them to be heavily disturbed.
Her eyes were wide and shed tears. Soon after, her shrieks stopped as her energy went depleted. Irene could only experience the unbearable pain without expressing it.
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[A/N: Listen, don't ask why I thought about these kinds of things. Nobody will know if nobody asks.]