Dooming the mafia devil のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

RAPHEAL The ride back home was more quiet compared to the one we had while coming. This time, Serafina opted to recoil into the back seat and it made me wonder why she wasn't chirping off as usual whenever she fights someone. Over time, I had grown accustomed to her gregarious nature which an old me despised so much. Perhaps it was the case because of the hidden likeness and longing I harbored for her. Well, not exactly hidden. The past days with her had been ice breaking and I found myself doing things I would never do for the love of me, giving in to her pleas and becoming extremely clingy around her. It reminded me of my first years with Yuanita after we’d shared a passionate night with the stars as our witness. Yuanita was everything to me, until I messed it up by heeding to my mother's advice. And now, as my feelings grew precariously towards Serafina, it was being subdued by the guilt of driving my past love to her death. Beside that, Serafina and Yuanita had so m

RAPHEAL. Forty five minutes later, I was able to land the craft at the rooftop helipad of my private villa, which was surrounded by other buildings. Last night after our small rendezvous under the stars, Serafina managed to catch a little sleep after which she had jolted awake again, still drunk. She had engaged me in a small discussion where she slipped a small talk about wanting to visit the snow forest and ocean tower in the city of Ropps, almost making me reminisce about visiting those places with Yuanita. They were her favorite places. Even though I was conflicted between the striking similarities between Serafina and my late wife, I couldn't deny the growing feelings I was beginning to have for her. That explains the shock on Ruben's face when I had called him to book both places for today. As I stole small glances of her during the flight, I noticed that despite her testiness, she was slowly letting her guard down and enjoying the scenery. I couldn't wait for her react

RAPHEAL Early morning had me banging on the massive front door of the villa my dad had gifted my mom on her twenty nineth birthday, while dialing her line for the untemnpth time which directed to her voice mail again. ‘Helen Dekoms here. Leave a message after this.’ With pent-up anger, I let out a groan of frustration, pressing the door bell and almost cursing her out. “Mom, we need to talk!” All my efforts were like water being poured on stone. My mom was determined on shutting me out, even going as far as changing the security passcode to the villa. I knew the place had a backdoor and another basement escape route, but there was no way I could decipher it without the building plan, which was stuck in there with my mom. My hand combed my hair, messing up the neatly arranged curls as a sigh of exasperation escaped my lips. “Mom! I know you are in there!! Just let me in so we can talk. I understand your feelings and..” The rest of my pleading were cut short by R

SERAFINA My eyes darted from the lusciously embroidered invitation card lying on my dressing table, to the numerous dresses scattered on the massive bed and back to my reflection at the mirror. I was two hours late and my phone was nearly blasting from Delanxy’s unending calls while I was seriously contemplating if I had to go for the party. A sigh of exasperation escaped my lips as I connected the call, pressed the phone to my ear and lied to her about running into a fender bender. She muttered an apology and offered to send a driver but I quickly dismissed her, assuring her that everything was in control. I just couldn't shake off the feeling that something bad was going to happen at the party. But as the thought of Rapheal occupied my head, so did the thought of controlling it. That was my only cue to go for the said party. Thankfully, my makeup was already done and I just had to pick a dress based on the color of the day, which was written boldly on the front cove

SERAFINA No matter how hard I tried to wrap my head around it, I couldn't understand what had happened in the past days. My anger was directed to the fact that I didn't listen to my instincts and also didn't get a read of her memory. Yes I couldn't see the future but it would have played a big role in deciphering the evil she was weaving within her dirty mind. I fell into her fucking trap! All because of these stupid feelings I nursed for Rapheal. Missioniers were always warned of one thing. To never fall in love with humans. It was like poison to our special abilities. And I couldn't help but notice the way those feelings were slowly breaking my powers. Even reading memories and sniffing people had become a strenuous task. Not to talk of the special far sight that seems to have completedly disappeared. “Ma'am.” A guard walked up to me, breaking me from my reverie. “You have a visitor.” I set down my wine glass. “Visitor?” I repeated, curling o