Uriah, on his last breath, gasped. “Pablo… he… he’s your master!” You…”

How could he take down his own master?

Uriah was at a loss for words from the shock— but it wasn’t like he had any strength to speak either way.

He felt a sense of dread!

He had thought that Pablo might at the very least let them go out of old times’ sake, but everything that had just happened had proven completely otherwise.

Pablo’s expression was cold as he smirked. “Master?”

“You shouldn’t have killed my family, then! Now I’ve turned into a malignant spirit, and I’m not going to let you go. You deserve this.”

As he spoke, a young man came running over shouting. This was Uriah’s oldest son.

“Dad! Grandpa!”

Pablo turned around slowly…

Uriah and Master Phillips widened their eyes. “No… Don’t—”

The boy, who could not have been more than eight or nine years old, stared at his chest in a daze.

Uriah could speak no longer, his eyes filled with rage and fear.

Master Phillips’ sobs had turned into howls. “Pablo… Pablo! How could you be so cruel! He’s just a child…”

How could he be so evil?

How could he have had the heart to do such a thing to a kid?

Pablo’s eyes grew bloodshot as his malignant energy flowed out of his body at once.

His grin glinted with murderous intent, and he said in a low voice, “Cruel?”

Uriah struggled as he opened his eyes. For some reason, Pablo had found a way to make it impossible for him to die even if he wanted to.

All he could do was watch as his beloved oldest son die before his eyes.

He roared with all his might, but his voice came out feeble and weak. “He’s just… child!”

“You’re… a monster… Pablo Belmont!”

A monster?

“Did you feel like a monster killing Nana and Reuben, huh?”

Pablo raised his hands. The thickest branches of cherry tree in the backyard flew out of the ground, chagrin towards Uriah and Master Phillips before stabbing them square in the stomach!

splintered branches drove into their flesh,

Master Phillips let out cries of agony, wanting

was trembling with pain. “Kill me

knew that he was going to

just yet. “What’s the rush? I’ve got more,

the branch pierced

still brightly shining, the

man clad in white robes roaming the hallways, holding the Phillips father and son by a branch through their stomachs

malignant spirit had come

was going to

time, the Phillips household

“Help… help!”

let me go, let me

kill my son, please, no,

children in tow— but not a

don’t…” Uriah sobbed. “Let my son go! He’s only three years

please, Bertie was just born yesterday! He doesn’t know

“No—!”

lifted over his face, and he quickly stopped

burst into sobs. “Pablo, how could you

won’t

Pablo himself, was expressionless.

At the last backyard.

Uriah’s first

completely untouched in the

the slightest. She sat by

you came back!” Sylvia smiled at him. “It’s been ten

dreamily, as if she could not see the hand he had

know, I never

in Uriah’s wine the first time I married him. He can’t have

was expressionless, the arrow slowly going into

couldn’t procreate, but had a whole family of kids. I did a good

keep their position in the family. I’d given birth myself,

did whatever they could to give birth… and so, not

her face. “I can’t believe I was able to see you one

hardly believe what he was

Not his children?

so many years, giving them his

not turn out to be

felt his world crumbling, his mind

these children weren’t

Uriah was feeling everything Pablo had felt

made him thoroughly

with bloodshot eyes as he howled, “You… it’s all your fault! You did this to me, you ruined everything! You took my happiness

eyes, finally sparing Uriah and

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