2025-05-07 11:46:41Death threats? Michael was used to them. Sometimes, threats to his life were his breakfast. He was accustomed to people threatening his life. What he didn't expect was that a familiar face and a friend would be one of the reasons he died. Someone he helped get back on their feet would be the one to betray him. That person was Freddie.
Freddie was an ally and someone Michael considered a brother. He didn't know what drove Freddie to betray him. Michael was a kind person. In fact, he wasn't used to trouble. He resolved problems calmly and didn't act impulsively. If his employees made mistakes, he forgave them and gave them another chance.
If they needed something, especially money, he easily gave it to them because he believed that money was meant to be seen and spent. Moreover, his employees played a big role in his success. So, he couldn't imagine that one day they would kill him.
Michael sneered, baring his teeth as he looked at Freddie, who was visibly shaking with fear. Who wouldn't be scared if the person they planned to kill was right in front of them, alive and kicking, and had even killed their accomplices?
Michael took a step closer to Freddie. From a few feet away, he saw the fear in Freddie's eyes. He was amused by what he saw. He could smell the guilt all over his so-called friend's aura. But it wasn't enough for him. He wanted to know what revenge felt like. It would be easier for him to take revenge, especially since Freddie seemed willing to fight. Michael wasn't wrong, as Freddie took out a gun and pointed it at him.
"I'll kill you, you demon!!!" Freddie shouted, firing shots at him.
Freddie fired several shots in his direction, but Michael wasn't worried. He could see the bullets coming towards him, so why would he be scared?
Like earlier, he dodged the bullets as if they were feathers floating in the air. When he finally got bored with the scene, he let out another sneer at his friend.
"Goodbye, Freddie..." he said before jumping high into the air and landing on Freddie's car, where he was positioned.
The word "demon" was about to leave Freddie's lips but was cut short as his head separated from his body.
Michael gave Freddie a cold stare before getting off the car to approach the elderly guard, who was lying on the ground unconscious. For Michael, this was a good thing because he didn't need to explain to the old man what happened that night.
He carried the former employee like a sack of rice and put him inside his small hut. He saw the poor living conditions inside, with only a 12-inch TV that he doubted was even functional.
He laid the elderly guard on the torn mat on the floor, then went to the kitchen, which was just a few steps away from the bed. Luckily, there was a stove and gas cylinder, so he was able to heat up some water. When the water boiled, he poured it into a small tub he found. He added some cold water to the tub before returning to the old man, who was still lying down.
He sat beside the old man to clean his wounds, but he realized he had forgotten to bring a towel. He was about to stand up when he stopped. He chuckled softly and shook his head.
"Why are you laughing, mortal?" the creature accompanying him asked.
"I thought all demons were ruthless, but I was wrong." He took the violet-colored towel from the basin and wrung it out. He began to wipe the old man's wounds. "But here you are, you even provided me a towel." With each gentle touch of the towel on the old man's wounds, he wasn't surprised that the wounds healed on their own. After all, the demon had brought him back to life, so healing the old man's wounds was child's play.
"Stop mocking me." The demon's voice was as cold as ice, devoid of any emotion.
"I'm not mocking you. I'm complimenting you." It was amusing how they exchanged words, especially since he couldn't see the demon. Only he could hear its voice, as it remained trapped in the daffodil where it resided.
"It's mockery."
Michael sighed. He didn't want to argue with the demon, especially since he knew nothing about demons. Weren't demons supposed to be terrifying creatures? He was scared whenever he saw them in his dreams.
But when he saw this demon, all his preconceptions disappeared. The traits he thought demons possessed were nowhere to be found in this creature that had helped him. He used to think demons had horns and tails, but he saw none of that in the creature he was talking to.
Did it have wings, though? Black and red wings.
"Did you claim their lives?" Michael was taken aback by his own question. It was a stupid thing to ask.
But the demon's response amused him. Who would have thought that a demon could laugh?
"What do you think?" the demon asked.
In response, Michael shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know, but I believe you have a heart, unlike those who killed me."
"Tell me that when you see me face to face."
"I've already seen your face. I still know what you look like."
"You do?”
"Hmm. It's still clear to me as if it was my very first time to see sunlight after a long period of rain."
The demon didn't answer him, instead asking a question that made him ponder.
What was he going to do now?
He was sure he didn't want to ask the daffodil for anything yet, even though he was used to the demon's presence around him.
"I'll figure it out," he replied before looking at the old man, who was stirring from his lying position.
Michael had no intention of running away or hiding from the old man, so he waited for the old man to fully open his eyes. Michael expected the old man's reaction, so he wasn't surprised when the old man screamed and shuddered, backing away from him in fear.
"You’re already dead, Sir, aren't you? I went to your funeral!"
Michael stood up before nodding. He didn't answer right away because he was examining the old man's body, which was previously covered in wounds and bruises. Now, it looked like nothing had happened to the old man.
Michael walked towards the bamboo sofa. He needed to sit down because, at 6'3" tall, his head almost touched the roof made of palm leaves.
The old man tapped his own face, and Michael couldn't help but curve his lips in an attempt to stifle a smile. The old man seemed to think he was just dreaming.
"You're not dreaming, old guard," he said, unaware of the old man's name. "I'm real, and I'm right in front of you."
The old man's back pressed harder against the wall behind him due to fear.
"I won't hurt you. I'm here to ask for your help. I'm here to find out what you know." Michael needed to convince the old man of his intentions. He was willing to start from the bottom to reclaim his company.
He wanted to claim what was rightfully his, and he could only do that by getting inside the building he had built himself. Tears, sweat, and blood had gone into building his success before he was killed, so now that he had been given a chance, he would do everything to take revenge.
"What is your name?" he asked the old man gently. He didn't want to scare him, so he tried to approach him kindly. He didn't want to cause any health problems for the old man, although he could hear the old man's heart beating clearly.
"Jun... You can call me Jun..."
Michael let out another deep sigh because he could hardly understand what the old man was saying due to his fear.
"Calm down, Mang Jun. I won't hurt you like Freddie's men did. I'm here to ask for your help." The old man remained silent. "I won't hurt you," Michael repeated. "I didn't hang myself..."
He observed the old man's reaction. The old man seemed to breathe a sigh of relief after hearing that.
Michael didn't want to tell the truth, but he didn't want to lie to the person he was asking for help.
"I didn't hang myself because I was killed. I
was stabbed and died in my own home, Mang Jun. I know you'll understand when I say I need your help.”
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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
Michael heard Brent's consecutive curses before he stood up. The impact of the explosion from outside was so strong that his two companions almost fell from their standing position.He checked on his two companions and looked at them to see if they were okay and didn't have any wounds. When he saw that they didn't have any glass shards embedded in their bodies, he approached Mang Jun and helped him stand up."Are you okay?" he asked, before glancing at Brent, who was dusting himself off."Yes, son. I'm fine. What happened?" He saw confusion on the old man's face.He shook his head as a response, even though he knew what really happened. He glanced at Brent again, who had an emotionless face. He was surprised by his friend's reaction. Shouldn't he have run outside to see what was happening, especially since the noise from the 3rd floor was loud enough to be heard?"I'll go ahead and go outside, Sir Brent. I'll check if anyone was hurt with my group, especially the elderly like me," Man
CHAPTER 14
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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
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