Youngest Child

It can be argued that rapists deserve to be raped, that mutilators deserve to be mutilated. Most societies, however, refrain from responding in this way because the punishment is not only degrading to those on whom it is imposed, but it is also degrading to the society that engages in the same behavior as the criminals.

Pablo, however, couldn't care less about such ideals and arguments.

After telling Cupid that he already found the five men, Pablo began walking again.

He soon found a place where the most garbage was located and went there.

He sat on the dead body of a boar and rummaged through the trash. He did all that with not a single frown on his face.

Cupid followed behind him and as soon as she reached the garbage, her face turned ugly.

"How can you even sit here and how can you even dare to eat something from here? Who are you?" She asked, pinching her nose.

Pablo kept rummaging the trash but he still answered.

"Back on Earth, when I was a kid, my three meals of the day came from the garbage. So this is nothing new for me."

Cupid raised her brows. "Really? Your childhood must be rough."

"Heh. I never had something like childhood. But you won't understand."

Pablo stopped talking and found a packet and opened it right away.

"Good enough."

There was a half eaten piece of bread inside the packet, and on it, all sorts of colors were sitting.

"Everyone here eats bread it seems. It's a trademark food for the poor." Pablo jested and shoved the bread inside his mouth.

"Blegh. You ate that? That was rotten." Cupid held back from puking. There were no qualities of an Angel on her anymore. If not for the wings, she would just appear like a normal girl.

"It's fine. I like my bread rotten." Pablo replied and stood up.

"You are finished? Just that little food was enough for you?"

"Tch. Why the hell are you asking so many questions? Of course, it wasn't enough for me. But I won't eat much because there is no water."

Pablo left the garbage area and started walking towards his home.

Cupid floated behind him.

"What about those five men? You said you already found them? How? And also, earlier you said you don't care about that girl so why do you need to find those five men?"

"For information." Pablo answered as he kept walking while talking.

"This kid, Void, grew up in a brothel till he was five years old. His mother, a prostitute, died when she gave birth to Freya and at the death of his mother, the owner of the brothel threw Void and Freya out and since then this kid was living in this slum and working in some coal mine. In short, he has no good information about this world."

"I see. So you need those five men to give you information. I get it."

Pablo stayed silent for a second but then an idea came in his mind. He looked over his shoulder, at Cupid, and asked :

"Aren't you an Angel of that Alfida? You should also know about this world, right?"

"Err. Actually, I don't. Haha." Cupid let out a laugh. A nervous laugh at that.

"Are you kidding me?" Pablo stopped and fully turned around. "How can you not know about this world? Are you really an Angel?"

"I am! Believe me! I am an Angel. I even have a license, not really. But I can do some magic too! Please. Believe me."

Cupid's entire demeanor changed. She stopped floating and sat down on the ground.

And not only that, she began to jerk her hands and legs, hitting the ground.

"I am an Angel. Believe me. No one believes me. Just because I don't know some things, people don't believe me. I am an Angel. I swear."

Cupid acted like a spoiled brat and Pablo watched her doing all that with a straight face.

He sat on one knee and came to Cupid's eye level.

Cupid also stopped throwing her hands around and there were tears in her eyes.

Pablo sighed and made eye contact with Cupid.

"Tell me," He said. "Are you perhaps the youngest child among a group of children?"

"Yes. Goddess Alifda has many Angels and I am the youngest of those Angels. But how do you guessed that?" Cupid answered, wiping her tears.

"Thought so." Pablo gave a slow nod. "The way you acted shows that you have been spoiled too much. You don't know much about this world because you were never told that by Alfida out of consideration and love. And I think, when people don't believe you are an Angel, you act like this. This has become your natural instinct. Like a child crying just to get a toy."

Cupid stayed silent and Pablo continued.

"I am sure you got things done by crying like this. And I am sure you thought I would also act all cuddly with you if you start crying like that. But listen, Bitch…"

Now Pablo's demeanor changed. He leaned forward towards Cupid and gawked inside her eyes. The Angel felt naked under Pablo's gaze.

"If I could touch you, then the moment you acted like that, I swear to the Devil, I would have choked you to death. So what I am saying is don't ever act like that in front of me again. Get this shit inside your head."

Pablo finally stood up and started walking again.

Cupid was glued to the same spot for a few seconds even after Pablo left.

The diary in front of her got filled with many words and Cupid finally started to float again.

She slowly came behind Pablo and muttered, "I am just thirteen years old. You don't need to shout like that."

"That's not an excuse. I was killing people left and right when I was thirteen, but forget it, it's time to do some work."

Pablo stopped walking and stood in front of a hut.

It was not his hut but the hut which Pablo saw the inside of some moments ago because of the wind.

"Why are you going in there? What's inside?" Cupid asked. She came back to her normal self.

Pablo held the door or the cloth of the hut and ripped it apart.

Inside, he saw one man and a girl sleeping.

Without any care, he stepped inside the hut and held the throat of the sleeping man.

The sleeping man opened his eyes and his eyes widened right away.

"What are you doing? You can't just kill someone? Who even is he?" Cupid spoke again. She couldn't see the face of the man but she knew Pablo was holding the man's throat.

"I am sure you know, there was one more person who saw those five men in the morning." Pablo replied, tightening his grip on the man's throat.

"Yes?" Cupid replied. "Wait. Do you mean.."

"Yes." Pablo peered in the man's face.

"This is the man who interrupted their make out session and walked away like a wounded chicken."