Ghost Night, Part 11

Betelgeuse's vision became blurred, he could not do anything against a pair of such formidable opponents, because although he had faced them, slowly but progressively, the balance of the combat was tilting against him. His accumulated power drained from his veins and his consciousness faded into oblivion.

Trembling, Betelgeuse's fear slowly turned to anger. Gritting his teeth, her fist jerked uncontrollably. "I-You ..." she coughed blood.

Isabell turned her head toward him, slowly pointing to her face. "Me?"

"I think he means us," Azrael corrected.

"They destroyed everything I worked for ..." the man barked, endless tears streaming down his cheeks.

"Decades of planning! Decades of suffering! Decades of sacrifice disappeared because of you! " Betelgeuse slowly fell to his knees, leaning on the spot where he had previously been knocked down, then he looked down and started laughing as his heart began to beat slower and slower.