FORGIVE ME JESU….

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There I was, standing near a fleet of ships; it was raining, the sky crying endlessly. 

I didn't know when it would end. The smell—I could smell it. 

I didn't know whether it came from the ocean or from the reeking fact of endless sin. 

It was disgusting, but what could I do?

Moving my body, I came face to face with a half-open large 11-foot box, or some would call it cargo. 

Climbing its stairs and opening its large doors—that were high enough to be considered windows—I came face to face with mindless sleeping children, dirty they were. 

Some of them mostly naked, with smells that showed signs of bad hygiene and pitiful states. 

How I wished to help them, but I couldn't. 

Looking around, what seemed to be guards moving in circles as if holding these children captive, like they were some type of prisoners. 

Oh, how I felt pity, deep and large, so large that my eyes started watering with regret. 

But, in a way to settle my emotions, I convinced myself it was the rain falling from my ever-so-serious eyes. 

Gaining one last glance, I made a short prayer as if asking for their... their... No, how could I be so cruel? I have children, five in fact, and if anyone, I know how much it would hurt one day if I woke up and found one of them missing. 

But, it was because of those five of my children that I find myself in this very predicament.

"Hey, Impel!" one of the guards called me; his voice was loud but carried a sense of knowing, a sense of companionship. 

Well, I guess that would be expected since I have done this job for the past three years, abducting unguarded children and shipping them off to other countries. 

Well, that, of course, only applies to those with strong quirks, and yet still, my heart pains every time I look at their unknowing faces. 

But, I'm no different, I'm no different from a villain, even if by law and on paper I am a hero. My greed needs everlasting feeding that never seems to stop. 

When did it start? 

Ah, yes, I remember, it started when I first became a hero, having hopes and dreams about protecting those who cannot protect themselves, 

feeling joy every time the crowd shouted my name, even though the crowd was little, even though there was no crowd at all. 

My heart still felt joy for the safety I was contributing to society. 

Yes, that's when it started, when… when I had my first child, then that child became two, then in a blink three, and now five, 

a number too large for even the largest of families, but no, that's not it, it has to be some…

"Yhoo, Impel!" John shouted again, this time his voice more serious due to my everlasting pending thoughts.

"Ok, I was just looking!" I replied, which was useless since I had to repeat my words because of the falling rain that kept making noises with each of its drops that hit the ever so filled cargos. 

Its drops making it hard for those moving around to hear.

 'Yes, that's when it happened,' my thoughts continued as if they were a parasite, a parasite that kept on taking my peace and giving me nothing but painful memories. 

Getting down from the stairs, my inner voice didn't stop as it kept on asking itself why I did what I had to, 

remembering when my husband died, abandoning me, and leaving me alone to raise five children. 

At first, it was fine, but as they grew, they started demanding and demanding till it became overwhelming. 

My job as a hero couldn't afford most of what they wanted, but did I have to? 

Did I truly have to buy them everything? How spoiled they were.

 'When did it start?' Oh, yes, that's it, it started when I promised myself to give my children a life I never got a chance to have, yes, so they were spoiled. 

The rain was pouring, but still, I looked at its crying sky in remembrance, not even able to remember how I got into contact with the child abductees, 

human traffickers, criminals, but well, I guess I can't speak ill since I'm one of them. 

"Lord forgive me," I said to myself to ease the burden, 'how hypocritical.'

Krrah!"

My hearing has always been good, maybe that's why I heard the sound of crows even in the falling rain that brought about pouring chaos. 

Yes, they were flying up high even in the pending rain, flying in circles. 

'Can crows fly in the rain?' I asked myself, seeing how their flying seemed unaffected. Even planes would find it difficult to fly in this weather, but them, they remained surrounding us in the ever-so-crying sky as if watching.

 I should have known, how obvious it was, but no, my thoughts were too heavy, too much.

Thud!!!

I should have known. 

Moving my head to see the thing that made the sound, removing my sight that watched the birds that flew as if singing freedom, I saw John, but unlike his usual self, he was sleeping. 

No, maybe the sudden shock to reality drunk my mind for a second, maybe that's why I was slightly oblivious to reality, 

for I could see it, even if I didn't check his pulse, even if I didn't see him fall to his slumber, even if I didn't see him getting attacked, 

I was sure, sure because of the atmosphere that surrounded us, sure because of the lingering fear that shook my body slightly, no, I was very sure,

'John was dead.'

And then, another who stood behind his fallen body, then another, 

dying and falling as if ready to succumb to eternal punishment, and yet there was silence, silence caused by the bodies that fell like the rain. 

I wanted to scream, to run, to shout, but I couldn't, it was too fast and mysterious,

That's until I saw him, the child, short, light, and mysterious, like a rat, he moved with speeds unparalleled, moving unseen as the rain dulled the instincts of those he was hunting. 

His body flying, by his hand, like by magic, a fully black half-broken scissor was formed out of nothing, stabbing a guard at the nape of the neck (the area just below the back hairline). 

The guard fell unconscious, no, he was dead on instant. 

Oh, how I wanted to warn them, how I wanted to scream, but I was scared, too scared. 

I thought that maybe if I remained silent, maybe he would... he would... spare me...

Thud!!!

Another fell, they were falling like insects. He was killing them, too fast, too quick. 

At first, I thought this child was one of those we had captured, I thought he was one of those we had put to sleep, 

thinking that he probably escaped somehow and was killing everyone because of revenge, but no, I saw him, 

his pure white hair that was rare even among those with white hair, his dark red eyes which were also not common, 

a trait some would even think didn't even exist. I had never seen him,

Thud!!!

I had never seen anyone with those traits.

Thud!!!

I remember earlier that day when I was checking on most of those children, and they mostly all had torn, 

dirty, tattered clothing, yet this child's clothes appeared to be relatively clean. 

Could you blame me for not screaming, could you blame me for not calling for help? 

Oh, how I wanted to assist him, how I wanted to fight alongside him and act like a hero to ensure my survival, 

but these men, these guards, I have grown too close to them to betray, and even if I did, I could tell that the child had seen me team up with them. It was inevitable.

As I watched him, I saw his right hand change completely, becoming what some would deem evil or monstrous, 

changing instantly into what looked to be a large dark hand filled with claws for fingers. 

I watched as he inserted his hand, piercing into the side of Luke's neck, the hand dug too deep as it killed him on impact.

No screaming, no shouts, no sound of quirks blasting, just absolute death.

Oh, how I wanted to ask for mercy,

Oh, how I wanted to plead my case,

No,

For I could feel it,

I could feel its comfort,

The comfort of sleep,

Oh, what was the difference,

One you wake up,

And the other you sleep endlessly,

Or that's what most thought,

But me, as a mother, as a believer,

As a Christian,

I could feel the comfort of hell,

Oh, how it called me to its ever-burning embrace,

And him, the child, he didn't even look, he didn't even look at me,

As I saw dark black water emerge from the earth, no, this water was too thick, it was too dense,

As it moved it left large scars on the ground as if it was killing the earth itself,

I couldn't even move, nor did I react, I just waited as it came instantly,

Maybe I wanted this, maybe it's what I deserved,

As I felt my eyes close and my consciousness start to fade,

I couldn't say anything but a sentence,

No, I couldn't even complete it,

A half sentence,

"Forgive me jesu….",

I was gone, embraced by what I believed,

Finally, I could hear him,

Hear him from my soul,

'Finally,' he said,

'Finally, you have returned.'

[Kens POV]

"Fuck!" I shouted, as I realized that the person I had killed was the one who was supposed to give me a challenge,

I killed her too fast, if only I had waited, waited at least for her to use her quirk, 

"fuck", I continued, as I pushed my hair backwards, as the water that was soaked on it finally fell, like water falling from a sponge. 

But even though disappointed, I had gained too much, it was obvious, she truly was strong, 

it was the only logical reason for me to get rewards of this scale,

Moving my hand to my left ear, I finally spoke,

"Confirmed".

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I'm in a rush so I won't say much , just get me to 120 power stones for the next chapter today and yes the update has changed to Tuesday Thursday Saturday so yep , put them stones for extra chapters