Novel & Cerita Chapter 7 Just Mercy

"What’s the punishment?" I forced a weak, barely visible smile and reached down, gently taking the young woman’s trembling hands to pull her up. "Allow her to serve me," I murmured, my voice barely stronger than a whisper. The maid gasped softly, her wide eyes locked on mine in absolute disbelief. She clearly hadn't expected mercy. In a world like Demi’s, mercy was a luxury no one could afford. I saw Demi’s eyes darken slightly as he watched us. A ruthless mafia boss like him hated seeing kindness beneath his roof; it was a weakness in his brutal territory. He would probably make me pay for this later, but deep down, I didn't care anymore. My time was running out, and all I wanted was to do

He didn’t stir. I had hated this man once. Not the hot, burning hate I carried for Sandra, but a quiet, bitter resentment. He had sat in council after council and nodded along while my sister painted me as unstable, ambitious, ungrateful. He had never once spoken up for me, never questioned her stories. Yet here I was, sponging sweat from his forehead, checking his pulse every twenty minutes, forcing sips of broth between his cracked lips when he drifted close enough to consciousness. Mercy wasn’t weakness, it was information, it was leverage. And mercy, right now, was the only thing keeping this old wolf breathing long enough to tell us what we needed.

One moment it was there, a chilling presence in the darkness, the next it was gone, leaving behind only an echo of its voice and a surge of newfound purpose in Anya's heart. The warehouse seemed less daunting now, the darkness no longer an enemy. Anya gripped the data chip tightly, a beacon of hope in her palm. She had a mission, a path to follow. The fight for freedom was just beginning.

Similar to the individual pausing for the other person to finish up using the bathroom. The breeze is silent after the conflict. The beast moaned as it needs rest. I felt empathy for the beast that they manipulate her life within the barricade instead of enduring out beyond - they should feel ashamed. Both of us suddenly heard the screech of the gate gradually opening vertically like earlier. The tension came once more. I heard a soft to rough growl through the darkness after the gate unlocks. From the waiting - the waiting thrilled me to see whom we will fight beyond the gated cell. The waiting is over as the other beast reveals as the light pours down. It's she as well - Merinda said throu

I listened to none of it as memories of their abuses flooded my mind, nearly traumatizing me again. “You will live, that I promise,” I said, turning away. “Not as family, but as servants. I’ll make you remember every day what you took from me when I was helpless—every detail, in vivid shades. Mercy was a privilege you never gave me, even when I pleaded for it many times.” Their screams followed me out, but I cared less. I didn’t look back, and I had no intention of doing so. “But mercy I will offer, and that mercy is keeping you all alive—because you would wish I had killed you all.”

"Not owned by judge, god, or temple keeper. It belongs to those harmed enough to know the difference between justice and appetite." The gate-mark on her chest opened like a small gold eye. [Office of Mercy forming.] [Name restored.] The reward was real. So was the damage around it. People who survived still had to wake up in the morning, and the court was beginning to understand that victory only changed the shape of the debt. One problem always remained alive on the page, breathing quietly where nobody wanted to look. Judge Xue read the next line and closed the book too fast. Then my missing shadow wrote one word in ash.

Chapter 107: The Final Blow Diana pov My whole body felt heavy. My cheeks burned from her slap. My wrists were raw from the ropes. But somehow… somehow, I was still breathing. Mercy’s words echoed inside my skull like hammers…every insult, every lie, every time she spat on the truth. I was nothing? A disgrace? A mistake? No. Not anymore. As the police shouted, swarming in with their guns raised, Mercy froze like a wild animal caught in headlights. I saw fear flash in her eyes.

“I love you. I will not oil that into permission to burn a pack for a clean feeling. I will also not oil it into marching north tonight because guilt is loud. Justice and mercy. You asked for both when you put them in rock instead of in a grave.” Justice and mercy. The outline of a king who had learned my language. I let my forehead touch his. Count of three. His curse kicked and quieted under the net I laid without cutting skin. Two years. Courtesy. The lock walking. The beggar in a cell offering me a house. “I do not want to be cruel for the pleasure of the floor,” I whispered. “Then do not take pleasure for the verdict. Take the verdict for the living.” His breath shook. “The floor can be

"Mum." "Mercy!" She yelled, her eyes wide. I drew back a bit, but I held on to her still, determined to hear it till the very end. "I killed you softly. It was painless. You were tired of being alive anyway. You hated life. You hated that you could see the flowers from the closed space and blood everywhere around you. You kept throwing up because of the stench. You hated that man! You hated everybody! I gave you mercy! I helped you!"

Red welts marked where her nails had dug in—small, crescent-shaped, already darkening. I pressed my fingers over them gently. So this was what mercy looked like. Not kindness. Not forgiveness. Just pain delivered quietly—where no one else would ever see it. And Sebastian… He had believed her. Because she was smiling. And I was human. ---