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“And to take a page out of your father’s handbook, Dylan…death is mercy. And you don’t deserve mercy.” My mind flickered to Kayla. She wasn’t a good person and probably deserved how she ended up—but she didn’t deserve how Dylan had treated her. I knew firsthand what it could do to someone. “So here’s what you get instead,” I said. “My choice.” I leaned in just enough that he couldn’t look away. “You get to sit here… for the rest of your miserable life…” I gripped the cold bars, “and remember that you’re only alive because I let you live.”

It's a handwritten book by a toddler. Lucifer looked at the drawing. It had a sun with two adults and a child in the middle. The book had a name written: Jessica's mommy and daddy. Lucifer glances through the book and turns to the second page; it says to believe. The third page says, ‘I have not abandoned you.’ The fourth page, ‘if you are reading this it is because it was planned you find this.’ As Lucifer turns the page, he sees gods hand reaching out of the sky. As he checks the other pages, it is all blank. This is where your story begins. Tossing it aside, Lucifer can't help but tear up, seeing this girl's picture with long blonde hair and about seven years old.

She wiped off her tears and continued to say, “It’s such a pity, Mr. and Mrs. Mann! No matter how much you plan according to your wishes, it would still be what man proposes, and God disposes.” These words were simply stabbing straight into Mr. and Mrs. Mann’s heart. They both instantly cried. Because the truth was laid before their eyes. “You wanted to trade my untainted body with a million dollars for your biological daughter to spend, but in the end, I was rescued and your daughter was tortured for a night instead. “What is this called? “All justice will be served, and all wicked will be punished! “All wicked will be punished! “Is it also out of your love for me that you pushed me into th

"I'm a Thorne! We don't erase people. We protect them!" "You protect a mess," the silver text scrolled. "Look at your mother. She is a queen of a ruin. Look at your father. He is a hunter of shadows. Your sister is a child holding the weight of a dying world. I am the Mercy, Cian. I am the one who finally closes the book so the characters can sleep." Old-Cian raised his hand. It was a slow, deliberate movement.

This was restraint. Behind her, the room was dim, lit only by the low hearth fire that cracked softly, more sound than warmth. She had not moved from the window since the villagers left. Her body ached in places she did not remember injuring. The cold from the river still lived in her legs, deep and stubborn. Every breath felt measured, as if her chest no longer trusted itself to expand fully. Mercy had worked. That was the cruelest part. If it had failed outright, the cost would have been simpler. Blood demanded response. Violence justified escalation. But mercy had paused the blade, and in doing so, it had made everything that followed more complicated.

“Keep playing the game at the level you’ve been fighting—chasing after criminals, exposing corrupt officials, thinking you’re making a difference. Or…” He stepped closer. “You go after the real enemy.” Lena forced herself to remain still, to keep her voice calm, calculated. “And let me guess—you just happen to have a way in.” Mercer smirked. “You know me so well.” Jessica shifted uneasily. “This… this doesn’t make sense. Why would you help us?” “Because I like being alive,” Mercer replied simply. “And the way I see it, if I stay on my current path? I don’t stay that way for long.”

I had no choice but to call Christopher, but he did not take my call. Doug was licking my palm. He did not want to die, so I must save him. I called Nathaniel, and fortunately he was able to make it. He drove me and Doug to the pet hospital, and luckily, we managed to save Doug. An unknown number texted me. 'Is that dumb mutt dead? Oh, Chris and I are at a class reunion.' That number deleted the text right away. That bitch. She was the one who intentionally fed Doug chocolate. And I thought Christopher only spared me because his conscience came knocking. No. He only left because Yvonne asked him to.

Of deciding if mercy was possible. And I stood in the parking lot, holding my dead father, knowing that Knox was out there somewhere. Planning. Waiting. Preparing the next phase of his revenge. This was not over. It would never be over until one of us was dead. But today, we survived. Today, we saved innocent lives. Today, we chose mercy over revenge. And maybe, just maybe, that was enough. For now.

Me: You don’t deserve to walk free after what you’ve done. I hope you know there’s a reckoning coming for you, and when it does, don’t expect any mercy. I'm beginning to believe that I'm actually gullible for a human. Walking on God's big green earth pretending to be normal. I thought about the men who died. I wasn't close to them or knew them, but I could see the hurt in Alex's eyes when he said, “No men left behind,” only to have all his men ambushed.

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