HBWnovel Chapter 82 Fused
Chapter 82 Fused
As he watched the young man rise, Azrael was still in a state of disbelief.
He had made sure to make him suffer...
So why was he getting back up?
Why was he persevering?
What sort of strength did the young man possess that allowed him to shrug off such harrowing pain with apparent ease?
Especially the last one.
The heartbreak...
Azrael had created that for the express purpose of breaking the youth. Yet, contrary to his expectations, it didn't work.
The Reaper snarled, the tenebrous void reflecting his rage. It roiled, restless and overwhelming. Azrael's rage rose the more he looked at the light emitted by the young man.
He inwardly seethed.
Humans...
They were vile, deplorable!
A stain on existence.
They shouldn't exist.
That was the conclusion that Azrael had formed—the sum of his hatred and prolonged exposure to evil.
His heart had long since become empty.
Numb.
Azrael believed humans were inherently wicked. They had to be, otherwise what possible reason could there be to commit such reprehensible acts?
The Reaper snarled once more, darkness boiling.
"How?"
"How did you get up?"
The young man turned to face him, a smile evident in his tone.
"Love."
The void experienced its biggest tremor yet.
"Love?"
What a farce.
Azrael barked a cruel, cold laugh.
The sound echoed in the darkness, ominous, grating. He grinned darkly, the maw of blackness especially sinister. Yet, the young man remained unfazed.
And that...
Infuriated Azrael the most.
He lunged, scythe blurring, undetectable within the tenebrous void.
However, much to the Reaper's chagrin...
The weapon bounced off the young man's frame, incapable of harming it.
Azrael's expression darkened further.
This young man's mind...
It was impervious.
Firm.
Conviction had doubtless already made a home inside.
The Reaper cursed.
Suddenly, the surrounding void shifted to display a particular scene.
It was one of tension, nerves...
And fear.
A mother ran desperately, a frightened expression on her face. She carried a small bundle in her arms. Behind her, the sound of snapping twigs followed, hot on her heels. The woman raced onward with all her might.
A distant murmur streamed into her ears.
This was what humanity was.
Savage. Corrupted. Vile.
Unkind.
Cold.
No sooner had he thought of that, the scene focused on a specific individual. One who did not dance, or taunt, or revel in the death. Instead, his face was stricken with compassion, grief and a startling amount of empathy.
Suddenly, the tenebrous void returned.
"Love..."
The young man fixed him with an intense gaze.
For some reason, Azrael shivered.
He retreated deeper into the darkness, hoping to find some solace.
However, all he found was a chilling coldness.
"It cleanses hate."
"Warms one's spirit."
"Makes one whole."
Azrael covered himself with endless layers of darkness. Yet, no matter how much the Reaper tried, the young man's light penetrated all. Staring at that radiance, a hint of envy couldn't help but prick Azrael's heart.
Why did he have to be the only one drowning in hate?
As if catching a hint of his thoughts, the young man smiled and extended his hand out towards him.
"Share your darkness. The deepest, darkest part of your heart. All of it."
"...With me."
The young man's words stunned Azrael.
He... wanted to share this darkness of his?
This cancerous thing he had received from the warped minds he had reaped?
The Reaper's shadowy body rippled under the intensity of his emotions.
'Ah. How unexpected.'
For the first time in a long, long time, Azrael felt something other than cold, oppressive hatred. He felt warmth. The layers of darkness surrounding him slowly receded.
'Ah, what a joy...'
It was to feel this sensation again.
'What a joy... '
It was to be seen.
...To know that he wasn't alone.
Azrael slowly glided over towards the young man, the tenebrous void now soft and docile. A far cry from its previous menacing state. As he stared at the young man's hand emitting soft, brilliant radiance, Azrael recalled his most precious memories.
Of gentle souls spreading cheer and happiness through the land.
Of peace.
Contentment.
Joy.
Love.
A faint smile bloomed on the Reaper's face.
Slowly, he extended a shadowy hand in the young man's direction.
A moment later, they made contact.
Azrael gasped.
A warm current flooded his entire being.
Light and darkness then intertwined.
And slowly...
They fused.
An expression of relief flickered across Azrael's face.