Ezekiel's Brief Story

That nearly indistinguishable word was infused with such hatred that Yan Zaizen's refined heart fiercely trembled. Looking at Ezekiel, Yan Zaizen stayed silent. "Ariel…" Etching this name into his heart, he no longer sought to agitate Ezekiel with questions.

However, Ezekiel didn't seem to see Yan Zaizen's gesture at silence. He inhaled deeply and exhaled a wad of turbid air. Those beautifully mesmerizing silver eyes of his seemed to contain a trace of peace and resolve.

"Do you wish to know? Know why?" Ezekiel asked solemnly. He understood that Yan Zaizen was a sovereign, much like himself, and their personalities were likely remarkably similar. If Ezekiel was asked to kill for another person, he would want to know the why and judge for himself if he would do so, even if the person possessed something he required.

This was about pride and choice. The pride and unwillingness to be another's tool. The choice to decide if that person deserved death.