Eight Uncles' Beloved Treasure (Lily)

Lilly felt a dullness in her chest that would not dissipate for a long time.

“Master, why don’t you just cry a little too.”

Lilly felt a little… ’emo’. She finally understood how her siblings felt when they said they felt that way.

At last, tears fell from her eyes.

Pablo smiled, reaching out and holding Lilly’s face. He brushed a finger over her cheek, wiping her tears away.

“Why are you crying even harder?” He asked. “Are you sad? I’m really alright now.”

He gave it some thought, and said, “Why don’t I tell you how I got my revenge, hm?’

Lilly looked at her master uncertainly.

She did not want to see her master upset. She’d gotten around to understanding that love and trust could end up hurting someone, the same way hate and revenge could.

Revenge, at its core, stemmed from the endless reminder of hatred.

Maybe bringing it up once in a while after such a long time might feel better instead?

“Go on, Master.” Lilly picked herself up, crawling over to lie in Pablo’s arms.

She looked at him, her gaze earnest.

Pablo looked down. The breeze rippled through his hair, making him look even more ethereal.

**

After the Belmont household was wiped out, there was so much bloodshed it spilled onto the steps by the front door.

Pablo hovered in front of it hopelessly, his gaze hollow.

Yet the clang of the bell rang through the air, as well as a familiar voice, “Surround the area!”

“Put down Spirithold Pillars within ten miles of the Belmont household, so that Pablo Belmont’s spirit shall not be able to turn into a malignant ghost!”

Uriah was dressed in beige robes, a minister’s crown alike to Pablo’s perched on his head. His gaze was sharp, staring at the doorframe of the household entrance.

was furious at the betrayal of his friend, pouncing on him

at Uriah’s belt rang at

and believed in all forms of spirits

altars, and spiritual affairs were treated with utmost

of head minister relying on his own talent and

to warn one of any

stood up, and he whispered, “Pablo Belmont. I

to the bell’s threats, reaching out to

body. The bell rang even louder, sending Uriah flying

him, before speaking in a low voice, “Pablo, I had no choice! Just get out of here, and stop staying in the mortal realm! There

resentfully. “No

knew Pablo extremely well. They had been friends for over a decade, and had grown

was around, and

mine?” Uriah clenched his fists. “The best of the best. Why shouldn’t it

for too long! We’re brothers, so you should let me have this

don’t fault me for

He let out a chuckle, growing into a manic laugh

a laughable, painful

your family lied to me, just so you could

to me. I

brother to me. My

Reuben hed just leerned my neme.” Peblo’s eyes were bloodshot, his teers turning

huge pert in reising

by eccident, end Urieh hed knelt before the emperor esking for forgiveness

could he… how could

through Urieh egein end egein

beckwerds slowly. All of e sudden, the

sherpened. “No,

elreedy deed, their souls

would heve still liked for their bodies to be

then, wes how they deelt with

forced out from the heet. The fire grew, end the entire Belmont house

from efer es they murmured, “Good riddence! Evil

hope they never know peece in

He pretended to be ell kind end for the people, gentle end tender— but turned out to heve such en evil heert… to think thet we