Angel Monarch-Chapter 330: The Angel

Harold couldn't quite concentrate as terror consumed his mind, so he only managed to teleport everyone a few kilometers away from Malta.

They landed on a barren, rocky island barely a kilometer in diameter.

Sera spent a moment looking around the island, then unconsciously, her head snapped towards the eastern horizon.

The ground rumbled, and the island cracked as the loud explosion echoed in everyone's ears, blasting their eardrums to pieces.

Agnes took the shockwave especially bad. Her agonizing scream went unheard.

First the earthquake went through below their feet. Next came the explosion's sound, bringing temporary deafness to everyone. Then came the heavy wind, which nearly pushed them all off the island.

Finally, they saw the towering cloud of pure energy reaching up into the sky, covering the horizon in grayish dark flames.

It didn't reach their tiny island, thankfully, but even then they felt the heat on their skin. The water began boiling around them, and Damien fell into unconsciousness, so the temperature stayed scorching.

Sera took a deep breath. The air's temperature was high, but she felt no discomfort. It even brought a strange calmness to her mind.

This scorching air. This boiling sea. This giant cloud of energy… That's all what remained of Bran…

Her heart ached with love and grief. She took one more deep breath and pushed away all the sad memories. Tears welled in Sera's eyes as she turned around.

Agnes coughed blood nearby, still healing from the shockwave. Damien laid unconscious, and very pale. Sera spotted his chest's slight movements, which meant he was still alive.

She took less than a second to glance at her friends, but the hatred began overwhelming her mind, and so she looked away and walked to the origin of her pain… Harold…

The Mad Scientist appeared awful. Blood flowed from the side of his mouth. His white coat, marred with soot and scorched at many places. The glass in his welding glasses was either missing or broken.

Sera stared at him for a moment, surprised. Was this really the person who kept her awake at night, haunting her dreams? Who brought suffering to both her halves?

She couldn't understand what had happened. Perhaps newfound knowledge or a fresh viewpoint caused the change. Either way, as Sera looked upon her most hated enemy, she only felt pity.

This wasn't the sadistic scientist who tortured her all those times. This man appeared pathetic, weak, and frail.

Briefly, Sera considered mercy as a feasible option, but then a new understanding dawned on her. Harold's eyes narrowed as her grin grew wide and she began walking towards him.

She could barely contain her anger, and even began chuckling to release some of her emotions.

"That ploy? You actually believed it'd work? You tried manipulating me for two years, and even split my soul, to achieve your goal! You think your mind tricks have any effect on me anymore?… Please, I grew immune to them a long time ago!"

After hearing her words, Harold shook his head in self-deprecation, then began laughing, too.

He remained unhinged; however, Sera perceived a near imperceptible change about him. She technically spent four years with him. She knew all his tells and body language in a conversation… He seemed nervous…

Sera held her arm to the side, summoning a long curved silver blade. Her laughter turned manic as she walked towards her greatest enemy.

"Don't need to be afraid! It will be over soon…"

Harold gritted his teeth as he took one step back. His only hand shook from the fear spreading across his body.

Behind Sera, her pristine white wings spread, revealing eyes below the feathers. Harold's despair seemed to double, and he froze as Sera closed in.

She raised her sword, poised to end him once and for all; however, Harold still held a few tricks up his sleeve.

While still terrified, his body disappeared and dozens of identical Harold's appeared around Sera.

Her concentration broke as she became confused for a split second. This slight hesitation gave Harold enough time to use his ability.

He manipulated reality, summoning dozens of Horrors around Sera. They all looked surprised, but upon seeing new prey, they blitzed towards Sera.

She watched the Horrors rush towards her. Some were Tier 1s and other Tier 2s, not like it mattered for Sera.

Her laughter echoed across the small island, surprising both monsters and humans. Then she did something even bolder… She dismissed her lone sword as a wide grin spread across her face.

The monsters weren't stupid. They saw this display of confidence, and second guessed their decision to eat Sera. They felt something wrong with her presence, but couldn't figure out the strangeness.

In the middle of the island, Sera spread her arms wide, motioning for the monsters to attack.

"What is it? The fearsome Horrors fear a tiny woman?… Or perhaps you can smell it! The difference between species!… If I was human, you would've attacked already, don't you?… But what about an Angel?"

She laughed in the face of the Horror horde, nevertheless; they didn't attack. Several backed away upon hearing the word "Angel".

They couldn't translate human language, of course, but there was no need. Just hearing the words gave every single one of them chills.

The Angels were a dead species. Relics of a bygone era. The destruction of Aerin caused their near extinction.

But for millions of years, they ruled the Universe. Even Gods knelt before their leaders. The subservience towards and fear of Angels existed in every species' blood.

So, as Sera's maddened laughter echoed through their ranks, a deep fear gripped the hearts of monsters.

She spread her wings wide and jumped into the air. From above, she looked down upon the creatures nearby, like the ants they were.

Sera's face broke into an angry, hateful smile as she stared at the monsters. From the top of her lungs, she shouted a single word, something that needed no translation… "RUN!"

The monsters immediately turned around and ran towards the sea… Sera gave them a second head start before she giggled and went after them.

She used no weapons, only her hands covered in pristine silver gauntlets.

Sera moved faster than any monster could follow. They blinked once and found themselves facing The Angel's wrath.

She moved like a whirlwind. With perfect precision, she flew towards a tall monster. She grabbed its throat and decapitated it with a single move.

Without missing a beat, she continued flying. Her gauntlet entered another monster's chest.

She held the barely beating heart in her palm, then while laughing, she tossed it towards one of the Harold clones. It broke into pieces, like a mirage.

Monsters screamed as Sera continued the slaughter. She punched one's head in, then disemboweled another. Her gauntlet grew claws, and with them she cut through bones and broke bodies apart.

Blood covered the small island as their screams intensified. When the first monster reached the island's edge, it tried jumping into the sea, but never made it.

Giant silver spikes grew along the edges of the shore, impaling anyone trying to leave.

Her laughter echoed in the monsters' minds, like a monotone voice of death. They trembled in fear as Sera continued delivering death sentences left and right.

Many jumped into the spikes, rather than dying like their fellows. Sera didn't care until they died.

She dispatched numerous monsters; some by beheading, others by burning, and from some, she took hearts. With her hands, she took them apart piece-by-piece. Each time she caught a lone body part, she tossed it at Harold's clones.

Dozens already disappeared, but a few still ran around in panic, pretending to be their owner.

Harold was still there, on the island. She was certain, but finding the real one proved to be a pain in her ass.

She continued flying around, killing the few monsters still alive, but she was getting frustrated by the abundance of Harold clones still running around.

When only about ten Horrors remained, she finally grew bored.

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Sera landed back in the middle of the island. Gore dripped from her pristine silver armor. Her wings stayed just as white as usual, while her golden hair turned blood-red.

"Enough of these games!… Let's end this!"

As her voice echoed in the rocky plains, silver spikes grew out of the ground. They impaled all the remaining monsters, killing them instantly. The Harold clones each broke to pieces as the spikes pushed through them.

Sera listened curiously, and when she heard the cries of pain, a joyful giggle escaped her lips.

"Gotcha, you son of a bitch!"

With a wide grin on her gore covered face, Sera turned around and stared towards the real Harold's impaled body.

She struggled as the silver spikes went through his legs and arms, but this didn't satisfy Sera.

While walking towards him, she summoned more spikes. All the times she suffered, now it was time for payback.

She recalled when, before each death, he would take samples of her piss and excrement.

For this, one spike entered his rectum and exited through his stomach, while the other pushed through his manhood, exiting through his back. It missed his spine on purpose, so he could feel every bit of pain.

Next, she remembered the time when Harold skinned her alive. She took inspiration from her master's teachings.

From the spikes, thin silver metallic sheets spread through Harold's lower half. His screams felt like music to Sera's ears, as all his skin separated from his muscles.

Her laughter echoed louder as the spikes became scorching hot, making his blood boil.

In the next few minutes, Sera inflicted every kind of pain she could, and only stopped after Harold was a barely breathing corpse… When he was finally broken…

Only the vital parts of his upper body and head remained by the time Sera finished.

He took small, brittle breaths as his eyes stared at Sera's bloody face.

"You are a real… Sadistic bitch… You know that?…" He said between coughs.

Sera just giggled and bowed from the waist mockingly, as if Harold's words were a great honor.

"Don't compliment me so much, I might blush… I learned from the best you know, and waited for a long time to show how much attention I paid during our lessons…"

Harold actually chuckled at her words, which caused a vast amount of blood to leave through every orifice on his barely functioning body.

"Out of any mistake I made… My only regret was… Taking your halves apart… It would've been so much more fun to… To break this… Sarcastic, carefree person… I would've loved to hear your quips… Between screams of agony…"

Sera looked away from Harold, towards the sky. Her eyes glistened as she pretended to reminiscence about the past.

"You know why I hate you so much? Why you deserve everything that's headed your way?"

Her eyes slowly moved back towards Harold's dying body. With one hand, she reached forth and pushed one finger into his broken spine, touching all his nerve endings, sending unimaginable pain coursing through his body.

As he screamed, Sera leaned in closer. Her face showing nothing of the previous mocking, sarcastic person.

"It's not because you tortured me. I would've ended you quickly if that was the case… It's not because you killed my friends, albeit your death would've been much slower then too… It's not even because you caused the Apocalypse…"

Harold's screams died down, and he looked very surprised by Sera's last sentence. She leaned in even closer until only a few centimeters separated their faces.

"It's not even because you killed the love of my life. I now know that's not your fault, since he was destined to die down there, in your facility…"

He raised an eyebrow at her choice of words and finally asked the question she was waiting for… "Then… Why?…"

Sera leaned in and whispered her answer into Harold's ear.

"Because you are a pathetic little worm, following orders without question… You know Harold, I realized something recently, and I didn't enjoy this new information… I also made a promise, which I intend to keep…"

With a wide smile creeping onto her face, she said, "I won't follow the orders of others… When I'm done, even the Gods won't be able to hide their true faces anymore…"

She moved away to see eye-to-eye with Harold. Her haunting laughter echoed in Harold's mind as her hand reached into his broken chest.

"Sadly for you, that's something you won't ever witness…"

With a quick pull, Sera held Harold's beating heart. A spark from her finger set the dripping body part aflame.

His own burning heart reflected in Harold's wide eyes as he died.