2025-05-07 11:45:52Three hours.
He walked for three hours, but what's strange is that he didn't feel tired. His feet didn't even hurt from walking non-stop to reach the house of the guard he wanted to talk to.
When he arrived near the shack where the guard lived, he kept his distance. He observed the surroundings and sensed the inside of the house.
There's no movement inside the guard's house. Everyone must be asleep, especially since it's already 12 midnight - or rather, the only person inside the house is already asleep.
Where could the guard's family be? he wondered, since he only sensed the guard's presence inside the house.
Michael looked around. Even though the houses in this area were makeshift, he could say that the surroundings were clean. He didn't see any cigarette butts, and he didn't smell anything unpleasant.
But what's even more surprising is that he didn't sense any other people around, except for the elderly guard who was sleeping at this hour. The area seemed abandoned since the previous residents had already left.
What happened?
From his standing position, observing the surroundings, Michael took a step closer to the house.
But his step was halted when he heard a voice around him.
"Wait, Michael," it said. From the depth of the voice's timbre, he knew who owned that voice. "Hide, and don't move until I say so."
He stopped and hid between two shacks. He felt that this was a warning, so he had to follow it if he didn't want to die again for the second time.
His assumption about the warning was true. Barely a minute had passed since he hid when two cars arrived in front of the guard's house - a 4x4 and a black van.
What the hell is this?
His forehead furrowed when men with guns got out of the cars. They walked towards the guard's house, but their attention wasn't on the house, but on the person inside the van.
There was only one man inside, smoking something that looked like marijuana. What's strange is that he could see what the man was doing despite the highly tinted windshield. But he couldn't figure out who the man was, since his face was blurry and there seemed to be a thin barrier preventing him from seeing the man's face clearly.
He was angry at the person inside. He clenched his fists due to the overwhelming anger within him. The anger was blinding, making it hard for him to think clearly.
"Who are you? Who the fvck are you?!"
He was itching to know who was inside the van.
"Who is he?" he asked the demon residing in the flower.
"Your first victim... He was one of those who planned to kill you. I need his soul, Michael. Offer me his soul tonight."
After the creature that helped him survive said those things, a double-bladed dagger appeared in his hand. It shone when hit by the moonlight.
The excitement filled his system. But Michael immediately lost his excitement when he heard the deafening shout from the guard's house. At the same time, the guard begged for his life while being dragged out of his own house.
Now, now he knew why this place had been abandoned. Money was the reason. And the blood of the elderly guard was bought by the people behind his murder.
Another deafening scream came from the guard as he was shot in the leg by the largest man.
While watching the guard being tortured, he remembered how he was killed. The pain he experienced at the hands of unknown people came back to him.
His vision darkened. He was ready to get his hands bloody.
Michael adjusted his hat before walking out of his hiding spot. He made sure his face wasn't covered by the hat. He walked calmly towards them, like he was taking a stroll in a park in Makati.
"Who are you?!" one of the henchmen shouted at him, but he didn't bother to introduce himself. "Stop or you'll be shot—"
The henchman's words were cut off when Michael threw the dagger he was holding at him. The dagger hit the henchman's throat, causing blood to spurt out as he fell to the ground, convulsing.
"Son of a—!" another henchman cursed as they fired bullets at Michael.
But the bullets seemed to move in slow motion, and Michael could see and dodge them easily.
Michael smiled, and time seemed to slow down as he saw a bullet heading towards him, aimed at his forehead. He dodged it effortlessly and jumped high into the air. From 3 meters above the ground, he rained down rose stems at his enemies. The stems pierced their foreheads and throats, and like the previous victim, they convulsed and vomited blood as they fell to the ground.
When Michael landed on the ground, he heard the person inside the car cursing. He smiled. He didn't expect this person to be behind his murder.
He picked up a gun and fired at the car's windshield, shattering it and revealing the person inside.
Their eyes met, and Michael smiled.
Not all snakes crawl; some walk on two feet and are even your friends...
He removed his hat, revealing his face to the man, who looked shocked and terrified.
"How are you? Looks l
ike I surprised you, huh..." Michael said sarcastically to his former friend.
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Michael moved quickly but cautiously as he stepped out of the elevator. He encountered a few people, but he didn't find it unusual. Everyone who works here is hardworking. Jam himself taught that to their employees. They were different, his friend was strict, while he was kind to his employees, especially the younger ones. He had a heart, which his friend always criticized him for."You'll fall because of your weakness, Michael. You always let your heart rule."He shook his head to forget that thought. He didn't regret being kind to his simple employees. What he regretted now was trusting people he thought were his friends."Got your six, mortal...""Why?" he whispered to his unseen friend."I need to guard you. You are only mine, Michael... I won't let anybody claim what's mine."He sighed. He looked behind him. There was no one, so he continued without hesitation. He was close to his office, so he quickened his pace. The excitement was flowing through his veins. He had never felt th
CHAPTER 15
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CHAPTER 14
Brent repeatedly studied Mike’s resume, Mang Jun's nephew's, several times just to make sure of what he was seeing - specifically, that the photo on the ID was still blurry.He placed the resume on the table, rubbed his temples, and let out a frustrated sigh. It wasn't even 9 am, and he was already overwhelmed by the things that were happening to him. And it was all because of one person.When someone knocked, Brent looked toward the door, his gaze piercing as if he could see through it. He cleared his throat and called out in a rough voice, "Come in." The door swung open, and to his surprise, Aera Ledesma stood there - a prominent stockholder in the company and a close family friend of Michael's. Brent rose to his feet as a sign of respect."Good morning, Ma'am Ledesma," he greeted, and she just nodded before walking towards his desk.Aera Ledesma was in her late 30s and had it all - wealth, connections, intelligence, and beauty. Brent couldn't help but stare as she walked towards
CHAPTER 13
Brent was taken aback by his sister's question. His eyes darted around, as if trying to hide his thoughts from her.Brent cleared his throat. “I—” He paused, choosing his words carefully to avoid raising his sister's suspicions. As a skilled police officer, she would likely see through any lies. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Jia,” he denied, reaching for the empty coffee cup.He was about to turn away when Jia spoke up again. “After that night, you’ve changed a lot, Brent. I don’t know.” She shrugged. “You’re being weird. Sometimes I catch you talking to yourself, and there are times when I see you outside in the early morning, staring up and talking.”Brent's brow furrowed at his sister's words. He had no idea what she was talking about.Talking to himself? He wasn't crazy yet. And what would he be doing outside in the early morning? He had no reason to go out.“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Jia.”Jia nodded. “Maybe I’m exaggerating. Don’t mind me.” She yawned an
CHAPTER 12
Michael stared at the mirror. It was only 4 AM, but he was already in front of the mirror. He looked at his reflection as if it was an alien from another planet. Michael extended his hand towards the mirror. He touched his face in the mirror, a face he didn't recognize.He didn't undergo any face surgery, but it seemed like that's what happened. He looked like he had surgery to make himself ugly. At that moment, he couldn't see the face he didn't know where he inherited it from.Michael touched his face. If he had to compare the other side of his face to something, it would be like the skin of a carabao.Yes, half of his face looked like carabao skin. Aside from that, his skin darkened. His hair grew long down to his neck. His eyes, which were once well-shaped, now had one that was distorted, while the other seemed to bulge out. What he was seeing now was like a monster from the depths of hell. His eyebrows, which were once thick, were almost gone, as if they had been burned."You did
CHAPTER 11
Maybe I'm crazy, maybe I'm notMaybe I'm in love with you, or maybe I'm nut. Michael gazed at the woman standing outside the small house. There was a fence blocking them, so she couldn't see him. But Michael was content just seeing her from afar, ensuring she was okay.He scanned her appearance. She wore a loose T-shirt and basketball shorts, holding a cigarette in one hand while playing with the smoke from her mouth. She stood leaning against the green-painted wall of the house, barefoot, with her legs crossed, looking up at something in the distance.She could be mistaken for a lesbian if you didn't know her personally, but since he knew her, he knew she's a real woman hiding behind those masculine attire.She hadn't changed.Her style was the same as before, but he had to admit she looked even more beautiful now. Her natural curly hair was tied up, with those hard-to-tame strands of curly hair...The woman took another drag of her cigarette, inhaling deeply, as if venting her frus
CHAPTER 10
From afar, Mang Jun was approaching, and Michael already knew why the old man's face looked so bright as he walked home. Michael was waiting outside.He had planned to leave earlier to go home, but D, the being in the black daffodil, told him not to go yet because the elderly guard was heading home.So here he was, waiting for the old man."Don't trust anyone again, Michael..." the voice said to him.He looked at the approaching guard. "You don't really believe in someone's kindness, huh?"He was getting used to the presence of the being in the flower. He was accustomed to it suddenly speaking, not just in his mind, but actually hearing its voice as if it was right in front of him."I am a demon, what do you expect? Have you ever forgotten what happened to you?"Michael shook his head in response. He looked down, as if he could see the scar on his chest. He touched his neck, the scar a reminder that he was killed by people for no reason."It still haunts you..."Based on D's voice ton
CHAPTER 9
"I heard the plan to kill you..." Mang Jun paused as if the guard was thinking about what to tell his former boss. The guard closed his eyes and tried to remember what happened at that time. He tried to recall whose voice he heard. When he looked outside the door, that's when he figured out whose voice he heard. "It was Sir Freddie. I'm sure of it. I'm certain that the voice I heard was Sir Freddie's."The guard almost jumped out of his seat because he was impressed by his own sharp memory. He even got burned by the hot coffee that spilled on his lap when he stomped his feet. But despite that, he didn't mind the pain the hot coffee brought to his skin. What was more important at that moment was to share what he remembered so that he could help the young man who had been betrayed.But the excitement and joy he felt disappeared when he remembered that he only heard Freddie's voice at that time.The guard sighed and shook his head. He was lost in thought, staring at the coffee that he ha
CHAPTER 8
The poor guard cowered even more at Michael's words, his eyes wide with fear. He seemed more terrified by the knowledge that Michael was stabbed and didn't hang himself. It seemed to have registered in the old man's mind that the person in front of him was actually dead.Michael shook his head. He didn't intend to scare the old man, but that's what happened."I won't hurt you, Mang Jun. I'm the one who helped you to—""Whatever demon you are, leave now!!!" the old man shouted, cutting off Michael's words. "Don't bother me anymore! I've done what you asked, so what else do you want from me?!"The guard rubbed his face with his hands, still seemingly unable to believe what was happening. Michael felt sorry for the old man. From what he could see, the old man's life seemed quiet and simple, but it seemed like he knew something about what happened to Michael, which is why he was targeted to be killed.The guard fell to his knees, wailing and prostrating himself on the floor as if he had n
