At that order, Kyle threw the gun away without a moment's hesitation. The first priority was to get the tip of the blade away from Angie's skin as much as possible.
“Michael. You can’t hurt Angie. You know it yourself.”
There's no way Michael could kill Angie.
He was also crazy about her like himself. The two brothers, each borrowing the womb of a different woman, had Angie Ridsdel as the center of their lives. Like Cain and Abel, they had to admit that they were in a situation where they had to eliminate each other to survive.
There's no way he could kill her.
"That's right."
Michael answered coolly. Angie blinked her wet eyes and exhaled. If she moved even a little bit, the blade would rip open her throat and come right in.
“So what are you going to do, Kyle? At least one of us three has to die for this fight to end...”
Michael's purple eyes were blazing with fire. His flaxen blond hair and beautiful features were covered in ugly cracks. Unlike Kyle, who became cold and hard like a stone the more he became engulfed in anger.
“So... you die, Kyle.”
Michael gestured beyond the window, meaning to let himself fly. Below the railing was the area bordering the dock and the lake.
“If you do it right, you might drown. Even if you don’t die instantly, don’t worry. I’ll cut off your airway as quickly as possible and send you to comfort.”
At that moment, Heinrich and several other men entered from behind Michael. The boatman, with an eerie smile on his face, took the lead and approached the unarmed Kyle.
Kyle was caught in a brief dilemma. As long as Angie's safety was guaranteed, there was no problem in taking on several at once. Even in this critical moment, he was simultaneously feeling both extreme confusion and a deep sense of crisis about Michael's intentions. He believed that he would not kill Angie, but he could not be completely at ease.
As Heinrich approached the gun that was far away, Kyle kicked his hand away. The other helpers moved in unison.
“...Let’s end it now, that’s enough.”
Kyle put all his strength into the handle.
“Angie!”
Kyle fired at the boatman. The gun made a hollow sound, but nothing happened. It had run out of bullets. He immediately rushed at Heinrich, but he was a second faster. Angie's hand, which was trying to hold onto the railing, touched the air. The fall was instantaneous.
“Angie! Angie-!”
A terrible sense of foreboding shot through Kyle. It was the second time in three years that Angie had fallen from the cliffs of Cullinan Island. He was witnessing Angie's second death.
“Michael. You can’t hurt Angie. You know it yourself.”
There's no way Michael could kill Angie.
He was also crazy about her like himself. The two brothers, each borrowing the womb of a different woman, had Angie Ridsdel as the center of their lives. Like Cain and Abel, they had to admit that they were in a situation where they had to eliminate each other to survive.
There's no way he could kill her.
"That's right."
Michael answered coolly. Angie blinked her wet eyes and exhaled. If she moved even a little bit, the blade would rip open her throat and come right in.
“So what are you going to do, Kyle? At least one of us three has to die for this fight to end...”
Michael's purple eyes were blazing with fire. His flaxen blond hair and beautiful features were covered in ugly cracks. Unlike Kyle, who became cold and hard like a stone the more he became engulfed in anger.
“So... you die, Kyle.”
Michael gestured beyond the window, meaning to let himself fly. Below the railing was the area bordering the dock and the lake.
“If you do it right, you might drown. Even if you don’t die instantly, don’t worry. I’ll cut off your airway as quickly as possible and send you to comfort.”
At that moment, Heinrich and several other men entered from behind Michael. The boatman, with an eerie smile on his face, took the lead and approached the unarmed Kyle.
Kyle was caught in a brief dilemma. As long as Angie's safety was guaranteed, there was no problem in taking on several at once. Even in this critical moment, he was simultaneously feeling both extreme confusion and a deep sense of crisis about Michael's intentions. He believed that he would not kill Angie, but he could not be completely at ease.
As Heinrich approached the gun that was far away, Kyle kicked his hand away. The other helpers moved in unison.
Fortunately, none of them had guns. In an instant, the area in front of the railing became a scene of chaos. Michael shouted at Heinrich while holding Angie.
“Throw him down! Push him away!”
“Michael.”
Angie called out to him. The tip of the sword moved away for a moment.
“Let that guy go. I’ll go with you... together.”
Kyle leaned against the railing and turned to look at Angie, causing Heinrich, who had been choking him, to quickly break free from him.
“Angie!”
As Kyle was about to run towards them, Heinrich behind him interrupted him again. He rushed at the boatman as if he was going to kill him completely. So while Angie was out of sight for a moment, she slowly pushed the dagger out of Michael's hand and turned to him. At first glance, the two of them looked like lovers, pressed against each other's bodies.
“Really, Michael. I’ll go with you... Just spare Kyle.”
Angie looked up at Michael and sobbed. Her lips were trembling as if she was about to burst into tears.
“Really? You’re going with me...?”
Michael stared at Angie. He didn’t move at all as if time had stopped. His purple eyes stared at her wet green eyes as if he were possessed. Angie gently grabbed his hand holding the dagger. It was like walking in a dream.
Angie's beautiful eyes were smiling sadly. It seemed sad somehow. It wasn't the same eyes that had been looking at him like a monster for the past month. Michael's consciousness was dizzy. It was as if he had gone back three years.
She always smiled brightly at him. Angie would immediately brush something off his shoulder when he got something on it, and when he twisted his ankle while walking side by side, she would lean on his arm and hold his hand without hesitation. It was as if he had returned to the island where she had kept her eyes on him and was not afraid of skin-to-skin contact.
At that moment, Michael frowned. His chest ached. It wasn't the pain that had been felt whenever he saw Angie lately like his heart was being torn apart. It was actually a deep stabbing pain somewhere.
He slowly looked down at his chest. A large red circle was spreading across the cloth.
“Michael.”
Angie was shivering, her chest heaving and her teeth clenched, her heavy breathing dissipating into the cold night air.
“You can take me. But not Kyle. And not my baby.”
Tears flowed down her cheeks from her moist eyes. It felt like the green gem was shattering into pieces and gushing out as tears. She clenched her teeth and gripped the handle with more strength. Oh, Michael’s chest rebounded and blood burst out from his lips.
“Noah is absolutely not...!”
Angie whispered again. She had thought about it countless times while she was trapped in Te Deum. She had doubted whether Michael Randall, who had become a monster three years ago on the island, was really the same person. Whatever the truth, it was true that she had received a lot of help from him in the past.
If he hadn't helped her when she was locked in the Duke's annex, she might have died in the fire. He also saved her from being attacked by an assassin in Revan Village. Even though Kyle's men were quick to poison the assassin, Michael's intention to save her was genuine.
But why did it turn out like this?
The hand holding the handle was shaking. Her vision was blurred by tears, making it difficult to see clearly.
It may not have been his intention from the beginning. His current, ugly, and distorted appearance may not be the only truth. Wasn't the Michael Randall of the past also another side of him?
Even so, Angie couldn't forgive him now. Even if she could forgive him for everything else, she couldn't show any mercy to his greed that sought to sacrifice her child.
“Angie...”
Michael called her with a squeezing moan. He stood motionless, his purple eyes wide open, as if he had witnessed a startling event. A faint smile seemed to have appeared on his faintly twitching lips.
Angie, I love you. And... thank you.
He whispered with his lips. At that moment, there was a noise of a door breaking. It was Jerome who had broken through the other door and entered the railing. He had come to see Kyle because he was worried that there had been no news from him.
"Master!"
“Angie!”
Kyle threw the men over the railing and turned to Angie. He picked her up and threw her toward Jerome, then pulled the dagger out of Michael’s chest. He then drove it back into the other chest with his entire body weight.
A clump of blood shot out of Michael's mouth. The strength was incomparable to that of the delicate Angie, and his body could no longer stand. His back bent and his upper body fell limply. He was kneeling in front of his half-brother.
“Throw him down! Push him away!”
“Michael.”
Angie called out to him. The tip of the sword moved away for a moment.
“Let that guy go. I’ll go with you... together.”
Kyle leaned against the railing and turned to look at Angie, causing Heinrich, who had been choking him, to quickly break free from him.
“Angie!”
As Kyle was about to run towards them, Heinrich behind him interrupted him again. He rushed at the boatman as if he was going to kill him completely. So while Angie was out of sight for a moment, she slowly pushed the dagger out of Michael's hand and turned to him. At first glance, the two of them looked like lovers, pressed against each other's bodies.
“Really, Michael. I’ll go with you... Just spare Kyle.”
Angie looked up at Michael and sobbed. Her lips were trembling as if she was about to burst into tears.
“Really? You’re going with me...?”
Michael stared at Angie. He didn’t move at all as if time had stopped. His purple eyes stared at her wet green eyes as if he were possessed. Angie gently grabbed his hand holding the dagger. It was like walking in a dream.
Angie's beautiful eyes were smiling sadly. It seemed sad somehow. It wasn't the same eyes that had been looking at him like a monster for the past month. Michael's consciousness was dizzy. It was as if he had gone back three years.
She always smiled brightly at him. Angie would immediately brush something off his shoulder when he got something on it, and when he twisted his ankle while walking side by side, she would lean on his arm and hold his hand without hesitation. It was as if he had returned to the island where she had kept her eyes on him and was not afraid of skin-to-skin contact.
At that moment, Michael frowned. His chest ached. It wasn't the pain that had been felt whenever he saw Angie lately like his heart was being torn apart. It was actually a deep stabbing pain somewhere.
He slowly looked down at his chest. A large red circle was spreading across the cloth.
“Michael.”
Angie was shivering, her chest heaving and her teeth clenched, her heavy breathing dissipating into the cold night air.
“You can take me. But not Kyle. And not my baby.”
Tears flowed down her cheeks from her moist eyes. It felt like the green gem was shattering into pieces and gushing out as tears. She clenched her teeth and gripped the handle with more strength. Oh, Michael’s chest rebounded and blood burst out from his lips.
“Noah is absolutely not...!”
Angie whispered again. She had thought about it countless times while she was trapped in Te Deum. She had doubted whether Michael Randall, who had become a monster three years ago on the island, was really the same person. Whatever the truth, it was true that she had received a lot of help from him in the past.
If he hadn't helped her when she was locked in the Duke's annex, she might have died in the fire. He also saved her from being attacked by an assassin in Revan Village. Even though Kyle's men were quick to poison the assassin, Michael's intention to save her was genuine.
But why did it turn out like this?
The hand holding the handle was shaking. Her vision was blurred by tears, making it difficult to see clearly.
It may not have been his intention from the beginning. His current, ugly, and distorted appearance may not be the only truth. Wasn't the Michael Randall of the past also another side of him?
Even so, Angie couldn't forgive him now. Even if she could forgive him for everything else, she couldn't show any mercy to his greed that sought to sacrifice her child.
“Angie...”
Michael called her with a squeezing moan. He stood motionless, his purple eyes wide open, as if he had witnessed a startling event. A faint smile seemed to have appeared on his faintly twitching lips.
Angie, I love you. And... thank you.
He whispered with his lips. At that moment, there was a noise of a door breaking. It was Jerome who had broken through the other door and entered the railing. He had come to see Kyle because he was worried that there had been no news from him.
"Master!"
“Angie!”
Kyle threw the men over the railing and turned to Angie. He picked her up and threw her toward Jerome, then pulled the dagger out of Michael’s chest. He then drove it back into the other chest with his entire body weight.
A clump of blood shot out of Michael's mouth. The strength was incomparable to that of the delicate Angie, and his body could no longer stand. His back bent and his upper body fell limply. He was kneeling in front of his half-brother.
“...Let’s end it now, that’s enough.”
Kyle put all his strength into the handle.
Cough, blood flowed out of Michael's mouth again. Just before the dagger's tip pierced through the center of his body and came out of his back, Kyle pulled both hands forward again. Michael's body fell backward helplessly. Kyle didn't stop there.
The blood-soaked end of the day danced busily. The dying body began to be ruthlessly mutilated. The nose, ears, and lips were torn off, and nails were driven into the hands and feet one by one with different daggers. Kyle was not satisfied with that, so he took the gun from Jerome, aimed it at Michael's eyes, and pulled the trigger one by one.
The body shook violently until it finally stopped moving. The face of the rag-like body was mangled beyond recognition. Angie sobbed and placed her hand on his back.
“Kai, stop... Stop it now. Stop...”
Angie sat down on the floor and hugged him tightly as he transformed into a demon in an instant. No matter how hideous his appearance was, she couldn't turn away from him or let him go.
“It’s all over now... You can stop now. Stop now...”
“Angie..."
Kyle hugged her tightly and took a deep breath. His breathing gradually calmed as he buried his face in Angie's hair and muttered a silent prayer.
Oh my god, thank you...!
It seemed as if they could have offered Thanksgiving for days. Now that everything was over, the strength in their bodies seemed to drain away. It was when Jerome and his men carefully supported the two men.
“Oh, Annette! Where is Annette? Was she on her way here...”
As Angie stood up and leaned over the railing, the figure lying bleeding beside her grabbed her ankle. Angie turned around in surprise. The moment she met Heinrich’s yellow-glowing eyes, her body was pushed to the edge of the railing and her upper body was lifted upward. A low curse flowed through her dying breath.
“Die! Sob... To the Te Deum... I must offer a sacrifice... for immortality...”
The blood-soaked end of the day danced busily. The dying body began to be ruthlessly mutilated. The nose, ears, and lips were torn off, and nails were driven into the hands and feet one by one with different daggers. Kyle was not satisfied with that, so he took the gun from Jerome, aimed it at Michael's eyes, and pulled the trigger one by one.
The body shook violently until it finally stopped moving. The face of the rag-like body was mangled beyond recognition. Angie sobbed and placed her hand on his back.
“Kai, stop... Stop it now. Stop...”
Angie sat down on the floor and hugged him tightly as he transformed into a demon in an instant. No matter how hideous his appearance was, she couldn't turn away from him or let him go.
“It’s all over now... You can stop now. Stop now...”
“Angie..."
Kyle hugged her tightly and took a deep breath. His breathing gradually calmed as he buried his face in Angie's hair and muttered a silent prayer.
Oh my god, thank you...!
It seemed as if they could have offered Thanksgiving for days. Now that everything was over, the strength in their bodies seemed to drain away. It was when Jerome and his men carefully supported the two men.
“Oh, Annette! Where is Annette? Was she on her way here...”
As Angie stood up and leaned over the railing, the figure lying bleeding beside her grabbed her ankle. Angie turned around in surprise. The moment she met Heinrich’s yellow-glowing eyes, her body was pushed to the edge of the railing and her upper body was lifted upward. A low curse flowed through her dying breath.
“Die! Sob... To the Te Deum... I must offer a sacrifice... for immortality...”
“Angie!”
Kyle fired at the boatman. The gun made a hollow sound, but nothing happened. It had run out of bullets. He immediately rushed at Heinrich, but he was a second faster. Angie's hand, which was trying to hold onto the railing, touched the air. The fall was instantaneous.
“Angie! Angie-!”
A terrible sense of foreboding shot through Kyle. It was the second time in three years that Angie had fallen from the cliffs of Cullinan Island. He was witnessing Angie's second death.
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