1 THE DEATH OF THE FOURTH VIRTUE

The sky was covered in pitch black, without any jewels sparkling from above. It was a silent, heavy night as rain produced a pattering sound from the ground. Leaving the man, who looks like he just attended a funeral with an entire colored black outfit, groans in immense pain.

He was covered with so many wounds that his blood mixed up with the cold showers of rain.

"Urgh! Not yet. I need to gather a little more power.'

He thought as he was heavily panting while kneeling on the ground, holding a sword on his right arm that was stabbed into the muddy ground, serving as his cane.

Even though he knows that he doesn't have any power left to fight, he swiftly avoids the sword that almost sent his head flying through the air and covers the open wound below his ribs before he is taken aback by the man who almost took his life.

Just then he heard him snicker as he let out a baleful laugh, before he calls out his name.

"Hahaahha- Mikelle….Mikelle…Mikelle!"

He repeatedly calls that even his voice sounded so evil.

The man who wears a demonic blank mask gradually walks towards him while the sword he was holding creates a disturbing scratching sound on the ground, which gives him an unpleasant sensation of repulsion.

"Just where do you think you're going?"

The man mocked, before swinging his sword so hard that Mikelle luckily blocked with his own Damascus sword, which almost pinned him to the ground.

*Urgh!* Mikelle groan when his wound opened up, seeing it, it made the man lick his lips and smile so maliciously before he kicked him so hard that he came off flying through the wall, leaving it all crumbled and completely destroyed.

He even tried to heal the big wound below his rib cage with his own divine power, but no matter how many times he tried, the blue light that his hands emitted immediately turned dim and would gradually disappear. Mikelle knows that he is slowly losing a lot of mana after killing thousands of blood sucking vampires, that must prevent him from healing his own wounds that he was desperately trying to heal. And after failing for a thousand times, Mikelle was completely left devastated in silence, he was looking so hopeless while being drenched in the rain.

'This can't be the end; I need time to heal myself.'

He thought as he noticed how the man's shadow was getting closer and closer towards him; even though he wanted to move, lifting a single finger has become difficult for Mikelle, that even the cool breeze and the tingling droplets of the rain that were pouring from his skin made him feel so impassive.

Mikelle then looks up to the man when he throws a familiar-looking bracelet at his face, and the time he saw it right in front of his eyes made his world crumble into a million pieces while remembering a picture of a lovely girl smiling on his mind.

'Estrelle….'

His eyes suddenly grow so wide before he immediately picks up the bracelet on the ground, he clasps it in his hands while he wipes it like crazy.

"Ah, so you knew her?"

He asked while pretending not to know the girl.

"Do you know how much she begged for me to spare her life because she said she was pregnant?" He added that made Mikelle grit furiously while holding his wife's bracelet so tight.

"She cried so much that it made me poke her eyes out-."

Just then he purposely cut his word and form a mischievous grin when he noticed that Mikelle had bit his lips in anger. Seeing his blood drips onto the puddle, while tears continuously flowed out of his eyes, a thrilling sensation made him squeeze his body to the point that he was having fun watching Mikelle to suffer.

That even though Mikelle wasn't in a good shape to fight he could not prevent himself from trembling in rage that he almost forgot how wounded he was.

The anger that stirred up in his heart made him get up even though he knows he was badly injured; that if it were a normal person, then he would have probably died before he could even seek for revenge.

With that, Mikelle's Damascus sword, which was the sharpest weapon in the world, created a blinding blue light that enough to give him warmth. He knows that he was exceeding his own limits, but Mikelle was so determined to finish him with his own hands; his eyes were full of hatred, and so his heart, and by the time he used all the power he had, he knew what consequences he would face, but he doesn't care about it at all, as he had already engraved the death on his heart in exchange for killing the sinner who killed his wife.

Just then, Mikelle charges at full speed, while the man just continues to laugh victoriously after punching him forcefully, which he had thought would end his life. But then, Mikelle did not toss that hard to the ground and has kept his balance with his sword to support his wobbly legs.

"Rot in hell, you piece of shit."

He affirmed, which made the guy who was laughing like an idiot to be left dumbfounded, and it was already too late when he notices his skin starting to get scrape with a blazing blue fire that keeps coming out of his wounds, and that's when he realizes that Mikelle uses a holy divine power he had left to create a holy blue flame that can make the vampire and other monsters melt their flesh from the heat of his fire.

Well, Mikelle was supposed to rejoice that he had killed the monster who killed his pregnant wife, but then, even his eyes could not believe what he was seeing, he even tried to believe in it that it was just a dream, but when he sees his heart colored in black, he immediately knows that he was not the culprit and the vampire lord he wanted to kill. His heart would be supposed to be a color of pride, a purple-ish crystal color of the sinner and the real lord of all of the monsters.

*Clap! Clap! Clap!*

Mikelle then sees a man clapping in the distance; even though his sight is blurry, he can still see how his eyes shine red in the night. It was terrifying that he could feel the chills crawling on his veins, but what he feels the most is the miserably anger on his heart that comes from wanting to kill him with his hands, and knowing that he used the divine power he had left on the normal ranking vampire who claimed to be the one who killed his wife made him feel disappointed in himself.

Even though Mikelle wanted to stand up, he was in the position of kneeling in front of him, which made him scratch his fingers on the ground. He did not care even if it broke or if his nails separated from his fingers; he just could not bear that he was taken as a fool and a dancing marionette on his plans.

"Do you believe his lies?"

His voice was deep and cold as he spoke, and the way he gazes upon Mikelle made him felt as if he was just a mere insect that could die in one stomp.

"No, it can't be."

Mikelle's eyes were trembling, and he was gritting so hard while looking at him that nerves could be seen popping out of his forehead.

"Yes, it is."

The guy answered back and almost flinched when Mikelle broke his finger to lift his sword, but even though it just left a scratch on his face, the two vampires who wear hoods and were standing by his side immediately got alarmed that the whip almost made him get his head separated from his neck.

"Leave him be."

He commands, as he flicked Mikelle's sword to wipe his hands before he turned his back and gradually walked out of the scene.

"He's going to die anyway." He added as they left Mikelle all alone to die.

But even after they turned their backs and ignored him like a useless being, Mikelle was so desperate that he reached out his bloody hand towards him while wishing that he could at least grab his neck or die along with him, but then he could not even do that thing. He was now a cripple after losing all his divine power that touching the hem of his trousers was impossible for the likes of him.

'No! I won't die like this!'

His heart was filled with loathe and anger, that even after being left lying on the ground while bathing in his own blood with broken limbs and bones detached from another, he still desperately wished to kill that man, even if it were out of duty as the child of the God or as revenge for killing his wife.

"I... won't die this way, not until I make them pay!"

Mikelle affirmed while heavily panting on the ground.

Just when he felt that his body became lighter like a mere feather, his eye sight also became blurry, that he could feel how his senses slowly fading one by one, but before he lost his consciousness Mikelle recklessly grabbed his sword and the crucifix that hangs on his neck before he stabbed it in his heart while creating an oath to make a deal with the God.

"Oh holy father in heaven, please hear the prayer of your diligent child; please give me another chance to fulfill my mission....." He begged while preventing himself from stuttering in pain.

"Urgh! Even if it made me a monster, I would do anything but bring forth justice, the whole rights, and nothing so evil as eating flesh or sucking the blood of my own people!"

Just when he vomited blood and inhaled the last breath he had; a blinding luminous light comes out of his body which shone through from his heart, he never expected that he would be able to feel the silence and peace before his eyes shut completely.

He was finally eaten by the darkness when he felt a sudden warmth covering his body, and as soon as he open his eyes the first thing he had seen, is himself getting beaten by the tall, skeletal man while hearing the horde of people shouting on the top of their lungs for Mikelle to die.