Villain Hiring: Help! Author Wants Me Dead-Chapter 219: Fallout (5)

Felix Romero was dead.

And with the death of a direct family member came chaos.

Everyone seemed to be breaking apart, while even the so called Patriarch of the house was stunned still at the sudden development.

The courtyard turned into cacophony of screams and shouts as the elders started retreating.

Meanwhile the heir... everyone except Dario stood frozen in place as they watched their fathers, their uncles, their protectors dissolve in front of them.

I didn't feel guilt.

I didn't feel regret.

All I felt was hunger.

The hunger of the liquid that was no longer separate from me.

It was in my skin, my bones, my rage and it had ultimately all bled into this one thing, this one command.

Devour.

"NOAH!" Someone screamed. I don't know who. Maybe Dario. Maybe Seraphina. Their voices didn't register.

Their faces didn't matter.

Because the moment I looked at them, the ooze surged forward.

Everyone barely dodged as the liquid lashed out this while, eating the grounds, the walls, the very stones of the estate.

Everything it touched turned to dust.

The Romero estate, proud and ancient, was breaking apart under my power.

Venus still hadn't moved.

He stood at the far end of the chaos, his black robe untouched, his face unreadable.

But I saw it, just for a flicker. The smallest trace of concern in his eyes.

Good.

I wanted him to see.

I wanted him to know this wasn't his game anymore. This wasn't his plan.

This was mine.

"NOAH, STOP!" A voice broke through the madness.

I turned.

Pixie.

Even half fainted, even broken, even with her horns jutting out and her skin cracked and dry, her lips had moved.

A whisper.

A plea, maybe.

I didn't care, but something inside me trembled as for a second even the ooze seemed to hesitate.

I grinded my teeth, annoyed at the fact that the bastard and weak Noah was trying to fight back.

My chest rose and fell in hurried gasps as I felt the brunt of him pushing against my soul in the mental space.

My head started hurting soon enough as I

could still hear the screams of the brat's family in my ears, the sight of Felix dissolving still burning in my eyes.

And yet…she was there.

The one person that made the weak and pitiful boy inside me retaliate.

My hands trembled, the lavender liquid bubbling wildly around me, eating away at the courtyard, spreading farther, deeper, darker.

The family had gone silent.

The heirs were frozen.

The elders who had lived for decades were gone, wiped out in minutes.

And Venus…Venus still watched me, his arms crossed, his robe swaying faintly in the wind.

But I could feel it.

The shift.

The weight.

The Romero estate was no longer a home.

It was a graveyard.

A battlefield.

A place where something had been born that should never have existed.

Me.

Noah.

The Devourer.

The silence of the estate broke as the last stone wall crumbled under the ooze. The morning sky spread above us, warm and merciless.

And in the center of it all, I stood.

Breathing.

Shaking.

Laughing, maybe. I couldn't tell anymore.

All I knew was this that they would never look at me the same way again.

Not after tonight.

Not after this.

The heirs stared in disbelief. The surviving family whispering in horror.

And Pixie lay fainted, her chest still rising and falling, unaware of the monster I had become.

Meanwhile Dario?

His voice cracked again, breaking into sobs even as he kept trying to rush towards my figure.

That boy had lost his mother when he was small, and perhaps his father was the only family he had left.

One would think that such a situation would make my mood sombre, but I did not care at all.

After all, WHAT ABOUT ME?

What about the pain I'd gone through all these years?

Weren't I abandoned?

Hadn't my parents died without a cause?

OR WAS IT THAT ANY OF THESE PEOPLE CAME TO HELP ME WHEN I WAS AT MY WORSE?

NO!

These were the very people who robed me of my inheritance even and ousted me from my house, throwing me and grandma into the streets to fend for ourselves.

That weak and pathetic Noah may not know but I've seen it all!

I've been through it all.

I've seen grandma die.

I've seen myself go crazy.

I've seen myself get betrayed by the very ones I loved.

Tears blurred Dario's eyes, his strikes sloppy with pain, rage eating away at his technique.

Behind him, the heirs and elders shouted, trying to pull him back, but he ignored them. He didn't care if he died.

Not anymore.

Not after Felix.

I stood there, calm in the storm, my lips curving into something I couldn't name.

Because in that moment, the mission echoed in my mind again.

[Kill the Romero Household.]

[Shock the world with your strength and ruthlessness.]

And as Dario's blade struck again, my hand rose once more, the word spilling from my lips like poison.

"Devour."

The pale liquid surged forward, faster, hungrier, ready to swallow the boy whole just when I felt an extreme throbbing sensation in my brain, almost as if someone had bombed a tnt in my soul space.

I tried to muster up the courage to will the liquid to move forward, but found myself falling back instead.

The pale lavender liquid started retreating at rapid speeds as the boy's figure rushed towards me.

My eyes turned into pinholes as a crazy shout left my lips, my eyes widening.

I did not even realise what was happening until my head hit the cold, stone debris.

Blood escaped my lips but all I could do was stare at the blue sky as a small figure could be seen flying from above.

Meanwhile, Dario's figure teleported right in front of me as I felt the cold feeling of a dagger pressing on my neck.

'AHHHHHHHHH'

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