Chapter 65: Heart Demon Trial 5

The entire bed was drenched in crimson.

Blood had soaked through the once-white sheets, spreading across the mattress and dripping slowly onto the floor. His mother lay motionlessly upon it, her eyes wide open, several deep knife wounds marring her stomach.

For a brief moment, Veyron simply stood there, unable to comprehend what he was seeing. His breathing grew increasingly erratic.

His chest tightened painfully, as though an invisible hand were squeezing his lungs. He tried to inhale, but the air seemed unable to reach them.

Then, the man sitting on the chair turned toward the sound of the falling knife. Seeing Veyron standing at the doorway, his face drained of colour, the man suddenly burst into a cold, drunken laugh.

"Hic... Hahahaha... Hic!"

"...Hic... So, you’re back, you bastard. Hic... Why do you look so shocked?"

It was John Veyron’s father. The very man who had stolen all their savings and abandoned them.

He looked utterly dishevelled, his clothes stained with blood. There were dark red smears across his hands and face, and the unmistakable stench of alcohol lingered around him.

"Hmm... Hic... That... that bitch refused to give me money, so I had to... Hic... kill her."

Veyron’s mind went completely blank. For a moment, the entire world seemed to fall silent. The television was still playing, but its sound became distant, almost as if it were coming from another world.

He stared at John, his lips slightly parted, unable to believe what he had just heard.

His mother... The woman who had spent her entire life worrying about him... The woman for whom he had worked tirelessly, endured countless hardships, and sacrificed his own happiness... Had been killed.

And the person responsible was standing right in front of him.

Veyron’s entire body turned cold. His fingers trembled, and his vision began to blur. Without another word, he rushed toward his mother’s bed.

"Hey... Hic... Where do you think you’re—"

SLAM!

Veyron struck John aside, sending him crashing into the chair. The man let out a painful groan, but Veyron didn’t even turn to look at him. His attention was entirely fixed on the woman lying on the bed.

He reached her side and slowly extended his trembling hands.

"M... Mother..." His voice cracked.He touched her arm....Cold. Her skin was frighteningly cold. A terrible feeling washed over him as he gently shook her shoulder.

"Mother...?"

There was no response. He tried again, this time more desperately.

"M-Mother, wake up..."

Tears began streaming down his face, falling onto her cheeks. Yet she remained motionless.

She didn’t open her eyes, call his name lovingly, or smile and ask whether he had eaten. She didn’t even scold him for coming home so late. Nothing...the silence was unbearable.

Veyron stared at her face, desperately waiting for the slightest movement, a faint breath, anything that would tell him this was all a horrible misunderstanding. But there was nothing.

His gaze slowly drifted toward the terrible wounds across her stomach. His trembling fingers hovered over them, unable to understand how someone could do something so cruel.

"W-What... what did he do to you?"

His voice was barely audible.

"How could he...?"

He looked at her again, his lips quivering as the pain inside him grew beyond anything he could bear.

"AAAAAARGHHHHHH! HOW COULD THAT BASTARD DO THIS TO YOU?!"

"ARGHHHHHH! M-MOTHER!"

He clutched her body tightly, breaking down completely. His shoulders shook violently as he buried his face against her, crying like a helpless child.

All those years of struggle... All those nights he had worked until his body could barely move... All those fights he had endured just to gather enough money for her treatment... It had all been for her.

He had finally found a way to save her. He had been so excited to tell her that their lives were about to change.

Yet, he had returned too late.

At that very moment—

BAM!

Something slammed into the back of Veyron’s head with tremendous force. The wooden object shattered upon impact, and blood immediately began trickling down his forehead.

He barely reacted. Slowly, he turned around.

John was standing behind him, trembling slightly, a broken wooden bat still clutched in his hands.

Veyron stared at him. For a brief moment, neither of them moved. Then something inside Veyron snapped.

He gently lowered his mother’s body onto the bed before slowly getting to his feet.

"You..."His voice was barely a whisper.

"You bastard..."

John seemed to realize something was terribly wrong, but before he could react—

BAM!

Veyron’s fist smashed into his face, sending him crashing to the floor.

"Ugh!"

John groaned, clutching his face, but Veyron was already upon him. He grabbed him by the collar and slammed another punch into his face.

"WHY DID YOU DO IT?!"

His voice was hoarse, trembling with uncontrollable fury. John struggled beneath him, but his drunken mind could barely comprehend what was happening.

"B... because... she wouldn’t g... give me—"

BAM!

Another punch landed before he could finish. Veyron’s fists came down again and again, each strike carrying years of suppressed frustration, helplessness, and hatred.

"YOU MOTHERFUCKER! YOU KILLED MY MOTHER!"

"YOU BASTARD! HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO HER?!"

"ARGHHHHHH!"

He couldn’t think anymore. His entire world had collapsed, leaving behind nothing but an overwhelming desire to make the man responsible pay.

His knuckles split, and blood smeared across his hands, but he didn’t care. His father’s face was already badly battered, yet Veyron continued striking him.

"YOU CAN’T LIVE! I’LL KILL YOU TOO!"

"I’LL MAKE YOU SUFFER! JUST LIKE YOU MADE HER SUFFER!"

John’s attempts to resist gradually weakened. His eyes rolled back, and his body eventually went limp. He was no longer responding. He had already lost consciousness.

But Veyron didn’t notice. His vision was blurred by tears, his ears rang, and his breathing came in ragged, broken gasps. He slowly reached for the knife lying nearby.

STAB! STAB! STAB!

"ARGHHHH! DIE! DIE, YOU MOTHERFUCKER DIE!"

"DIE!"

"YOU INHUMAN BASTARD! HOW COULD YOU? DIE! DIE !"

He continued striking him, completely consumed by rage. Blood splattered across his clothes and face, but he barely registered it. His screams filled the small bedroom, occasionally breaking into desperate cries for his mother.

"ARGHHHHHH! DIE!"

"YOU BASTARD! YOU SHOULD NEVER HAVE BEEN BORN!"

At that moment, Veyron was no longer thinking about consequences, his future, or even his own safety. He had lost all sense of reason.

The man before him had taken away the only person he had ever worked so hard to protect.

His mother.

The woman who had endured poverty, illness, and countless hardships alongside him. The woman who had always tried to comfort him, even when she was the one suffering. The woman he had promised to give a better life.

And now...She was gone.

Veyron’s consciousness was slipping further into madness. His hands continued moving, even as his mind grew increasingly distant.

He was losing himself. And if nothing stopped him, he would soon descend into complete madness.

Just as Veyron was about to lose himself completely, a familiar voice suddenly reached his ears, cutting through the chaos and drowning out every other sound around him.

"Vey..."

"My baby..."

Veyron’s hand froze mid-motion.

The voice was so gentle, beautiful, so familiar, that it seemed to reach somewhere deep within his heart. Slowly, he turned around.

A familiar figure stood before him, yet for some reason, he couldn’t quite recognize her.

She was an extraordinarily beautiful woman with flowing pink hair. Her appearance was almost ethereal, like a goddess who had descended from the heavens.

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[ A/N : Writing these last two Chapters was quite hard for me. I really hope you guys could feel Veyron’s emotions while reading them. Let me know what you think in the comments!]

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