At that mont, it all made sense to Matteo, and of course it made sense. Everything just ca together like a puzzle.
The way Arlo was smiling while chopping off the heads, the way he didn’t seem to care about the brutality of it, the way he didn’t even have a single bad thought about it... now it all made sense.
He killed his own father, not just killed him but chopped off his head... and well for Arlo, there is nothing that can get into his head. There is no darkness for those who are already born in the darkness, for those who are for the darkness, those who gave themselves to it, to be engulfed by it and mix it with the experience he had as a child.
He grew up in it, where violence wasn’t an answer for everything, but it was everything.
There were no answers, no questions, just straight-up violence. That is what he saw, that is what he experienced, and that is why he doesn’t give a single fuck about any of it, that is why it doesn’t get to his head.
He is different in every aspect, and not in the right way, not even in the wrong way, not even in the evil way. He is just straight up suffering, like a man created by God who is responsible for others’ tornt. Because that is what he does, and he only does it to those who deserve it, those who do sothing terrible
It is not even vengeance, it is just punishnt for their sins.
Yeah, he kills because the world demands it, because those who act in darkness must pay in darkness, because sins must have consequences, and rcy is wasted on those who have no claim to it.
He is not evil, not righteous.... he is just the embodint of consequence.
"Are you good, Matteo?" Arlo asked as he was frozen down, just staring right up ahead.
"Yeah, just, you know, getting it all together." He said as he eyed him, but even that was just fucking terrifying as Arlo was covered with blood.
"Oh well, it’s better to get yourself together quickly, because I’m going to do so very interesting things with him." He pointed to the side where the gang mber was already up and trying to scream, though his mouth was taped.
"I don’t really need to watch it."
"You need to. I am sorry." Arlo imdiately said as he eyed him. "You know you need to hear what he says because you are more trustworthy than ."
"What?"
"I an, I am a maniac who chops people up and finds pleasure torturing others, so I need sobody to hear what he says... soone who is all right up here." He pointed to his head. "So yeah, you need to hear what he tells us and then say it to César."
Now it was sothing that made no sense to Matteo, as they are both mbers of the Sierra family, not just mbers but the pillars of it and now Arlo said that he needs to hear what the gang mber says so nobody will doubt him about it.
"Are you fucking with ? To stay and watch what you do?" Matteo asked.
Arlo first said nothing, just held the mont with Matteo, and then a smile appeared on his face. "Well, yeah, but shit, you still need to hear what he says." He laughed as his plan folded quickly... he just wanted Matteo to watch.
"No, I am not staying." Matteo continued. "First, the sll of the blood is fucking with . Second, you need to clean it, as this is the fucking headquarters of us, and if you don’t fucking rember, there’s Éden down there." He pointed down. "And second, gang mbers will co to see why the fuck their goons are not moving around, and when they do, we need to protect all of it. And I don’t want to slip on the blood, so clean this shit up, and then we can torture him."
Well, Matteo snapped a bit, but to be true, he had all his right to snap and be angry.
They ca to clean the house, and they did. Yeah, there was a bit of blood, but that would have been easy to clean it up, but now Arlo had fucking blooded everything, walls, the ceiling, everything was splattered with blood that would take a lot of ti to fucking clean.
Not even talking about the sll itself and in all that, there was still one gang mber alive who needed to be tortured... it all felt like a fucking butcher house.
But to be sure, that’s exactly why César summoned Arlo, and even then it was a lot.
Like originally, the plan was to use the house as the headquarters, but now it was filled with blood that would never stop slling, and it was even a surprise to César himself because they had arrived.
"Woah." The first word that ca out of his mouth as he stepped in the door, just looking at Arlo. "I see you didn’t really hold yourself back."
"The sll hit before even getting in the house," Hugo said, covering his nose. "Was it necessary, Arlo?"
"Necessary?" Arlo giggled. "It was important to do it, as this can be a ssage, and we know seeing a chopped head has a shock factor, so it will work as a bug repellent, just repelling the gangs."
"At least one is alive." César said as he looked back at Arlo. "So make him speak."
"Right now?"
"Yeah, we need to know so info about them, so make him spill all of it." César said as he eyed Arlo, and he felt it and saw it... sohow, in that mont, César was like a monster standing in front of Arlo. His eyes just swirled at him out of nowhere, even without being aggressive.
"I—"
"Before that, it would be good to look at what we have found," Matteo cut in, interrupting Arlo. "There are a lot of products downstairs."
"Products?" Hugo asked back, his eyes sparking up.
"Éden, enough to start the family."
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