Lahat ng Kabanata ng Corrupted: Kabanata 201 - Kabanata 210

They remained like this after Zadicus shared the mourn he had concealed before everyone else to Persephone finally for a long time. Getting lost in the comfortably sweet silence.After a prolonged silence, Zadicus called her again, “Persephone…” “Hmm?” Closing her eyes, she died to reside in his arm for eternity, losing her mind there. She didn’t want to leave his proximity anymore. She wants to stay there forever and forget everything.“Tristan was going to propose to Jade when it all happened… He was so happy…” He began to tell her, opening his eyes slowly.“Leona was so happy when she finally found Zen… Why was it so brief?” Asking out of grief, he pulled away, straightening his back but his eyes followed his devoid hands.She listened, unsure what to say, also to allow him to express what’s clasping his emotions to this emotion.“Not all felicity lasts for eternity…” She whispered, sitting in the same gesture as well.“Like ours?” He asked what he shouldn’t have. They both hel

In a village, an elderly woman was on her knees, putting her hands before the statue of a devil in her home, repeating the same words like a mantra. "Curse the infidels. Curse the infidels. Curse the infidels." She repeated, praying from the bottom of her heart. Hearing the prayer of her Mother, little Daphne, with exquisite light blue eyes, who was only fifteen, hugged her knees close to her chest, sitting on the ground. "Mama, are we… infidels? Are we destined to perish by mere villagers despite the strength we possess?" She asked, tensed to think they are considered among evils, but what faults did they have? "We are the infidels of this land, Daphne. Strayed from the righteous, bound by tainted bloodlines." Opening her eyes, similar to Daphne’s, there was another eye on her forehead which one might call the Third eye, but she had sewed it securely so it wouldn’t open. She stitched the power of her eyes. They are people of great power but dying for the village’s acceptance.

Back in Aziel, It’s been a month since Zadicus and Tristan were exiled from Aziel. They can no longer return to their homeland anymore.Persephone was walking down the streets after getting some groceries with her head hanging low, her eyes lost their shine after Zadicus left, imprinting a scar on her soul.She stopped speaking, talking, reacting, utterly detached from life without him but surviving some who under the name of breathing enough to keep her alive.She was walking down the street until some whispers reached her ears which halted her steps.“Did you hear? Tristan broke the jail and ran away with his Brother after Zadicus murdered his Father.” Her heart skipped a beat when she heard it. She didn’t know at this moment it wasn’t Zadicus, he was a murderer to her just like to everyone else but-How can she control her heart which loves him immensely?“Who would have fathomed they would do this? What a selfish bastard. What greed led him to this point?” They continued.“How co

“Dammit!” Kriss cursed under his breath when he was thrown again by the strongest warrior of their country again. Marking the end of this training for today. He was panting heavily, many bruises on his body, sweat rolling down as he was lying on the ground, staring at the setting sun, dispersing a yellow-orange in the sky. “I guess that’s it for today, His Highness.” Johnson said, coming closer, smiling faintly at him. “Tsk. I have a long way to go.” Kriss growled, breathless, infuriated at him for wasting these years in having fun and idling around. “No one reaches the top with no effort. You truly have a long way to go.” He sighed, holding his sides. “I won’t fall back now. I will surpass you too. I must go beyond the basic point of strongest.” Kriss said sternly. All of them realized they were overusing their high position. Just because they had a high status, they neglected the importance of power and authority. And when the time arrived, all of them were pathetic to the c

When Zadicus took Avin back with him, the level of disgust Tristan had for him was unfathomable. “You could have made anyone your slave by using Abysmal Revival, why does it have to be him!?” Tristan yelled, growling at Zadicus. “I did this for you. I thought you would be happy to see Avin.” Zadicus shrugged, sitting down. “Why would I be!? Those who die don’t return. What do you expect me to do with this fucking piece of meat!?” He yelled, losing his mind, infuriated to even look at Avin. “Look at his face! He doesn’t feel anything, doesn’t think, he doesn’t even care what I think!? How could you mock Avin like this!?” Tristan growled, losing his patience. Daphne was taken aback. She had never seen Tristan fighting Zadicus once and this one puppet had infuriated him. “Tristan…” She whispered, coming closer to hold him, but he narrowed his eyes in dejection. “Tristan-” Avin opened his mouth to speak but his rage came back with a lot of force. “Don’t you fucking dare to talk to