"Noooo!!"
The siblings cried. Their big brother died in front of them.
"He did it."
"He really did it!"
"He killed one more person."
"Where did he even come from?"
"I heard the Count recommended him for the military."
"What kind of training did he receive to do such things?"
"He is already a military man."
The guests were all over the place. They never saw someone like Pablo. One who kills with forks and knives.
"He didn’t even use his Ego. And he gave Iblis no chance to use his."
"He is dangerous."
Pablo became the most talked person and now all eyes were on him.
"You bastard!"
"I will tell my dad!"
"We will take revenge!"
"Let’s go."
The four siblings broke down by the death of their strongest brother.
They walked towards Iblis’ dead body and held his hand.
"Let’s go, brother. I will have your revenge." The little brother said and dragged Iblis.
But…
"Why are you four under the impression that…"
Pablo put his leg on Iblis, stopping the siblings.
"You are leaving this place alive?"
The siblings went wide eyed.
It didn’t take them long to understand the meaning behind Pablo’s words.
They let go of Iblis and started running.
But Pablo was already on them.
He still had the knife on his hand and he threw it at the sibling running at last.
KHIK!
"Brother."
"Bellaaa!" The brother screamed.
The knife impaled the skull of his little sister Bella, killing her instantly.
Pablo didn’t waste time and dashed.
He took out the knife from the sister’s head and held the neck of the other sister.
Two brothers were running away in tears.
The remaining sister looked in Pablo’s eyes and muttered :
"Ple-ase."
Words like please didn’t work on Pablo and he impaled the knife vertically on the Sister’s face.
The knife went from her jaw to the top of her head.
Pablo let go of her neck, the sister fell down. Dead.
He took out the knife and dashed towards the youngest brother of the four siblings.
His speed was fast. The physique he got from the Black ranked Ego helped him run fast and in no time, he was behind the brother.
"Going somewhere?" Pablo kicked the brother’s legs, making him lose his balance and falling down.
He was now lying in front of Pablo and that was not a nice position to be.
Pablo held the knife and stabbed the brother’s forehead from the front.
The brother struggled for a few seconds and then finally lost his life.
Now only one brother was left and Pablo dashed towards him as well.
He passed by a table and picked up a bottle of wine.
He drank a few sips while running and reached the brother.
Without waiting for anything, Pablo smashed the bottle of wine on the brother’s head.
The brother fell down and Pablo arrived above him.
He was the same brother who figured that Pablo had malice and now he would face that first hand.
"No. Don’t kill me. Please. I will give you money. I will give you anything. I will leave Flashy alone. I promise. Let me go! You already killed all of my family. Let me go."
The brother begged Pablo and in response, Pablo said :
"Not interested."
PLUCK!
He stabbed the remaining part of the bottle inside the brother’s stomach and held the knife.
The brother stared at Pablo’s face.
"Our father won’t let you live." The brother spoke.
"If your father did come…"
Pablo put the tip of the knife on the brother’s throat.
"I will not let him live as well."
KHICK!
Pablo pushed the knife and pierced the throat of the brother. The last brother.
After finishing the deed, he stood up, stretched his neck and sighed.
The onlookers weren’t sure what to say. They just witnessed a mass murder with some knives and forks. A mass murder of a family.
"He killed all the children of Gerald in under thirty minutes."
"Gerald won’t like this."
"He will come after him."
"He got himself one hell of an Enemy now."
"But I don’t think he cares."
"That you are right about."
"Look, he is doing something again."
Pablo held one leg of the brother and dragged his body beside the sister.
He did the same with other siblings and now all four siblings’ dead bodies were gathered in one spot.
Pablo then looked around and walked towards a table filled with food.
He didn’t go there for the food though.
He reached out his hands and picked two bottles of alcohol.
He came back to the four dead bodies again.
"You like pouring and so do I." Pablo said and poured the alcohol on them.
He walked around them in a circle making sure all four of them got drenched.
After two minutes, the bottles were empty and Pablo’s work was done as well.
He stood in front of the bodies but turned towards the guests.
The guests flinched at his sudden gaze.
"Do any of you have any matches or some kind of fire?" Pablo asked.
The guests exchanged looks with each other. No one spoke.
"Here." Someone finally said something and a matchbox came flying from the back of the guests.
Pablo caught it and lit one stick.
He threw it on the dead bodies and they instantly caught fire.
He threw some more match sticks on the fire and threw it back to the guests.
"Why is he burning them though?"
"Is this also his act of kindness?"
"No." Someone answered from behind.
The guests turned their heads behind and it was Graham.
He also had a match box on his hand.
"You gave him the match box?"
"Yes."
"Aren’t you the instructor? You should have stopped the fight. He killed a fucking family."
"I am the instructor only during the tests. And today is not a test. What we all saw was a fight between two men and one of them won. And now the winner is trying to make sure his opponent remains dead. That’s all there is."
The guests went silent and Graham didn’t speak further as well. He said his part anyway.
The four dead bodies were in flames and all the guests just watched the fire.
Pablo stood in front of the fire and he stared at the burning bodies.
But, far, on the wall of the garden, some movements happened and after the destruction by Pablo, Flashy finally woke up from his unconsciousness.
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Pablo had no idea how Flashy would react to what he did.
But he would get to know it soon enough.
How Flashy would deal with the death of his enemies…