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3. A scumbag is a weapon
Author: P. Sibanda
last update2025-11-25 20:12:28

His mother wept, hot tears dripping onto his tiny face.

One of the Trinity Sisters curled her lip in disgust as she glared at Albiel, the skeletal man kneeling in chains.

"Your betrayal cannot be forgiven, Albiel. You lived among humans. You loved one. You fathered a child. While we fought against the Soul Witches, you were tearing rifts open between the supernatural and mortal realms, plunging the world deeper into imbalance."

Albiel trembled.

Malvin, meanwhile, was completely lost.

Soul Witches? Rifts? What the hell are they even talking about?

Albiel bowed his head again, voice breaking.

"Kill me, damn it!" he roared. "Kill me if you must—but spare the child!"

His human wife sobbed harder.

"Please… don't hurt my baby. It's innocent… it's just a child…"

Yeah… I'm just a child. Leave me out of this mess! Malvin thought desperately, wailing louder.

"The child is an abomination," one Sister declared coldly. "Half-human, half-reaper. Impossible. If it lives, the balance of all realms will collapse. It cannot be allowed."

Half what? I'm a reaper?! What the hell is a Reaper?!

"You fools!" Albiel shouted.

A guard slammed a baton across the back of his skull, but he ignored the pain, hollow eyes blazing.

"The Soul Witches grow stronger every day. Rifts multiply faster than you can contain. You can't kill them—none of us can. But maybe he can! The boy isn't bound by our laws or mortal ones. As you can see, his birth didn't tear open the skies and rifts like the last disaster. That means he can survive. He could be your weapon. Don't throw that away!"

The hall fell silent.

Whispers began spreading among the cloaked Archreapers in the background.

"Has he lost his mind? What could one half-breed infant do? It doesn't even have a deathmark. It'll be a miracle if it survives."

"We've battled Soul Witches for over a century… they only multiply."

"Still… Albiel isn't wrong. We can't kill anything alive. The boy might be able to—if he grows strong enough."

"I don't like this at all!" another hissed.

Doubt flooded the hall.

Even the Trinity Sisters paused to give a deep thought to this proposal.

The child could become the weapon they desperately needed to turn the tide of this endless war.

But his existence might also bring ruin. Savior or Destroyer? No one could tell.

"Very well," Atropos, the Sister of Finality, pronounced. "The child will live. But the parents shall die. Their souls will be cast into oblivion."

One Archreaper clicked his tongue sharply, fists clenching, nkt happy with the decision. But he knew better than to object publicly.

That was something to deal with privately.

As much as Malvin rejoiced at hearing he wouldn't be killed, another part of him felt painfully sad.

He didn't know anything about his parents, yet the fact that they were about to die made his tiny heart ache.

Maybe it was the bond between them, or something deeper he couldn't name. His cries intensified.

Two Archreapers stepped forward. The parents' chains tightened. Their heads were forced down onto a black execution stone.

Albiel didn't resist against them as he had already accepted his fate. If his child survived, his death was worth it.

But his wife on the side sobbed helplessly. Dying before she could even breastfeed her one and only baby was a torment no mortal could bare.

They had been dragged here the moment she gave birth. She hadn't even given him a name. Still, there was nothing she could do. This was the price of loving a deity she was never meant to love.

A Reaper with a gleaming scythe stepped forward and whispered a short prayer:

"Father Death. By the sacred law of balance, I shall slay your markless children who have strayed from the natural order."

With a single flawless stroke, the scythe flashed down, and Albiel's head rolled onto the cold floor.

Blood sprayed across the marble like scattered jewels.

The hall erupted in cold applause.

But his wife screamed, her lips trembling, visibly scared. Another archreaper took Malvin from her hands, and placed him down on the floor a few feet away.

"P-please!" she begged, voice cracking. "Let me hold him! Just once more! Let me feed him at least—"

CHOP.

Her head separated cleanly from her body mid-plea as well.

It hit the floor with eyes still wide as if she hadn't believed the end would come so soon.

Blood sprayed in every direction, some of it splattering across Malvin's tiny face.

Instinctively, his mouth opened.

And the first thing he tasted in his new life… wasn't milk.

It was his mother's blood.

The hall fell silent.

Then one of the Trinity Sisters rose from her throne.

"Azra."

A female Archreaper in a flowing black cloak stepped forward and bowed deeply.

"You will raise the child," the Sister decreed, her voice echoing. "Shape him into the weapon we require. For the kid's protection, his existence as an abomination shall be kept a secret, and never to be known by anyone outside this room. But if he proves worthless… eliminate him, as we did his parents."

Azra bowed again, then moved forward.

She knelt and lifted Malvin gently from the cold stone, holding him with an unexpected tenderness for someone who hated abominations with her life.

Around them, the other Archreapers exchanged uneasy glances.

Of all people…

Why her?

Why give the abomination child to Azra?

Even for the Trinity Sisters…

Wasn't this punishment disguised as duty?

TBC.

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