To His Hell and Back-Chapter 207: Pieced The Puzzles-II

Owen was now wide awake as he turned around, finding all those hordes were gone as if they weren’t there to begin with. What’s was left was the dark brown marks all over the wooden floor and ashes, traces of the hordes that had been burnt by Cassius with his bright blue flame, an unknown power that Owen had never seen a pureblood vampire could ever wield.

He turned around and he gritted his teeth tightly, yelling out in rage, "No! NO! NO! There is no way! You couldn’t have destroyed all of them. Even a pureblood vampire couldn’t manage to defeat more than ten before they fall from exhaustion."

"Hey give me more credit than that," Cassius said with a roll of his eyes, "I have lived my life in battlefield so how could a mere ten or twenty of this put me in such state of exhaustion? Not to brag but I have fought even more than that. Hundreds? Millions? I could probably withstand it all. Beside they all attack without thinking, so foolish and readable. There are other insights I could give you but... why would I help an enemy, am I right?"

Owen gritted his teeth and bringing something to his hand, he yelled, "All of you- come!"

But in return nothing answered him. Owen looked up, annoyed as he said, "Stop playing and come down!"

"This?" Cassius effortlessly walked toward him, tossing a few bodies that was charred in black.

More remnant? Thought Arabella but Cassius as if knowing how she had pushed her head forward to look at the body replied,

"Ah these one are different. Not quite a fighter but perhaps the one who had imbued magic so those remnant knows who to attack," he said as he pointed upward, "They were all dressed in black so they could become one with the ceiling without me noticing their presence but how dreadful since my eyes could see through this silly attacks."

Then Cassius turned to Owen, "Say, I have thought about this but you don’t seem like a fighter yourself. You were sent here, no, chosen to stay here to attack whoever was trying to check the body inside the coffin. Your job wasn’t exactly to fight, right? Rather your work is to create more of these remnants, to put them into perfection."

Owen scoffed, "So you mean that I won’t be able to fight just one single pureblood?" He then threw small objects that rolled to the wooden floor like glass marbles but when Arabella took a better look of it, she realized it wasn’t a marble but rather... fangs. Fangs from vampires, thick and long which she suspect to prove the amount of vampires- no- purebloods that he had killed.

Cassius stared at it, expressionlessly.

"Why?" Taunted Owen, "Annoyed to see your kind so easily killed?"

"I don’t care who you killed," Cassius answered with a roll of his eyes, "I was just unimpressed."

"Well let’s see if you will stay unimpressed!" Owen rushed forward and Cassius reached out his hand that had burned with blue fire. As he was about to grab Owen, the latter disappeared in thin air, startling the two of them.

Cassius clicked his tongue as he looked upward where he could feel where Owen’s presence was, finding that he had jumped high enough to reach the roof of the chapel, escaping from the hole that had caved in from the ceiling.

Owen’s expression twisted with such hatred as he wanted to kill Cassius but as Cassius as said, he wasn’t someone who was made to fight and if he had stayed here he would instead became a prey to Cassius’s fighting prowess which had proven to be far above the rest of his kinds.

"Coward," Arabella yelled, anger rushing in her blood. "WHERE’S MY SISTER?!"

Owen looked at her, his green eyes narrowing as he had grown to despise how Arabella was far too difficult for him to persuade.

"The castle." Owen said, "Unless you come to the castle. YOU shall never see her."

She could see how Owen began to leave from the roof of the chapel, readying himself to disappear for good. Annoyed by this, Arabella took off her shoes, throwing it to the roof though it didn’t reach high enough to hit anything, "Damn it! Bastard! Coward! Trash! Come back you-"

"Son of a bitch."

"SON OF-" Arabella turned to Cassius who had grinned. He took off his coat and then placed it underneath her feet.

"I’ll be following him. Don’t go anywhere and have this," he then shifted out a dagger to his hand, one that was made out of silver. "Don’t stray or follow anything, alright?"

She nodded to him eagerly, knowing the earlier he leaves her side, the faster he would catch Owen. And thus she saw the black liquid bubbling underneath his feet and as if swallowed by the puddle of blackness, Arabella saw his body disappeared, possibly following Owen.

She then heard the sobbing coming from her left, turning to find Charles who was holding to Mrs Rath whose arms were bleeding.

Staring at them, there was no sense of pity or sympathy left in Arabella’s heart. She stared at them, coldly, "Crying just for such wounds."

Charles turned at her, annoyance crossing his face. "You monster-"

Arabella had took off the other side of her shoes, throwing it straight to his head. Her fists were clenched as she stared at the father she once so feared but now looked nothing more than a pathetic creature. "You’re the monster! Because of you now my sister is gone! Not even your life is worth it compared to hers. You and her! Always tormenting us as if we were the one who had caused your life a nightmare when everything was done by your own choice made by your own hands."

She slowly bent down, leaning down her face to her knees as frustration bubbles up, "How could you," she muttered, her free hand holding to the nearby rock that she had been clutching to which she hadn’t thrown.

But when she did open her tightly wound fists, her green eyes widened as she saw the rock had been turned to fine dusts.

Meanwhile, Owen who had managed to leave far enough from the chapel took a moment to look behind him. He smugly grinned upon seeing how Cassius hadn’t managed to reach him and was confident the pureblood won’t be able to.

"I’ll get back at him soon," muttered Owen, "Once I have created the perfect-"

"Meow."

Owen’s eyes turned as wide as a saucer as he slowly turned behind only to scoff as it was just a fluffy white cat with bright green eyes staring at him.

"Just a cat huh," Owen reached out his hand to the cat, scoffing, "Well how about we make you to a remnant as well? Sounds fun isn’t it?"

The white cat, unmoved and unimpressed stared at Owen even as he reached out his hand and before Owen could touch it, the cat’s mouth moved and a voice, not from a cat but rather a human, slipped out of its pink mouth.

"Still as foolish aren’t you Owen?"

Owen’s eyes widened but before he could do anything he found his own legs melting. Melting! freewebnσvel.cøm

The cat seemed to finally break into a smile, its green eyes turning crescent as its crinkle from a smile.

As if it had turned back to an innocent cat, it softly sang out a "Meow~"