’Tumors? Are you sure?’ Cupid asked.
’No. I am not sure. But this red round ugly thing all over the body certainly looks like a tumor. A tumor that appeared outside the body.’
’Is it a cancer type thing?’
’Maybe. The skin of the whole body is just like the inside of a mouth which is suffering from mouth cancer.’ Pablo gave a pretty informative description and raised his hand.
"Don’t touch it, sir. It might spread to you." An unknown voice talked to Pablo.
Pablo looked behind him but no one was there. Sera and the two Angels didn’t know about the matter as well.
"It’s , sir." The sa voice ca and Pablo finally found the source.
It was the sa patient whom Pablo was checking.
The man had his eyes closed so Pablo had trouble believing that the sa man was talking.
"Why are you not opening your eyes?"
"I can’t open them. The sa thing that happened on my body happened in my eyes as well. I am just waiting for my death now."
"Are you a Royal?" Pablo asked.
"No. I was just a simple guard. I was guarding the backside of the King’s castle and before I knew it, the mist captured ."
"How did you know I was going to touch you when your eyes were closed?"
"Call it a guard’s intuition, sir. I was trained for such things."
"Alright. So the mist captured you. How long were you inside it?" Pablo wanted all the information.
The guard was also willing to share as he was on his deathbed.
"At first, I wasn’t afraid of it. I thought what a re mist could do to . So I went inside it and after five or six seconds, I felt like I dived in a furnace.
All the pores of my body breathed fire. I was burning, sir. I could feel these red bumps appearing on my body. I was seeing death.
I turned around and with all my strength, I crawled my way out of the mist.
The adrenaline I had made co out of the mist and the mont I was out, I fell down, unconscious.
And when I regained my senses, I was here and I wished I was dead.
Right now, I am talking normally but the pain I am feeling right now is the sa level of pain when you get hit in the testicles. I am in hell, sir. I am sure death is better than this.
All the Royals who suffered the Mist are being treated with extre care but puny guards like , we are just here to be observed by people like you. We are only kept alive so that an antidote could be created. We are guinea pigs for the rich."
Pablo heard the full experience of the man and he figured so things out.
’It is very likely that the mist can understand who is who. Sera touched the mist, she was instantly hurt but not .
It is attacking rich and entitled people faster than poor and normal people. This guard only felt pain after five seconds of his entry inside the mist. It’s very likely that this theory is right. I hope so.’
"Poor man." Cupid felt sad for the guard.
Pablo looked at her and he also looked at Sera.
’What if..’
Pablo thought of sothing and he instantly acted on it.
He brought his face closer to Sera’s ears and whispered :
"Ask your Angel to try and heal this man. I want to check sothing. Tell him refusing is not an option."
"Okay."
Sera asked Andrezj what Pablo ordered and after a few seconds of argunt, Andrezj agreed.
He ca near the guard and placed both his hands above him. He didn’t touch the man though, not that he could anyway.
Pablo watched closely at the skin of the man, waiting for any type of healing to appear.
Seconds went by and nothing happened to the man.
’Is he even doing sothing? Tell .’ Pablo asked Cupid.
’He is doing it. I can see when an Angel is doing magic or not. He is trying his best for Sera.’
’Tell him if nothing happens for one more minute, stop it.’
Pablo waited for even a little change to appear on the man’s skin but nothing happened even after one minute.
Sera’s hand was healed in an instant and this man received no relief even after minutes. Why was that?
Pablo looked at Sera.
"Ask him what happened? Why didn’t it work?"
Sera nodded and asked Andrezj.
"It just didn’t work. I have no explanation for that." The Angel answered this.
’So much for the strongest Angel.’ Pablo was expecting a more detailed answer.
Nevertheless, he let it go and ca up with his own answer.
’Sera’s injury was recent and less that’s why it healed easily but this man is too gone to be healed now. Death is his only salvation.
Though, it’s nice to know that ti is a factor to heal this. But I doubt normal healers could heal this even after they acted the fastest. An Angel is a different thing entirely.’
Pablo stared at the dying man and just sighed.
"You are still here, sir?" The man asked.
"Uh, yes."
"Are you feeling so kind of pity for ?"
’Nope.’
"I am just worried about the mist and the next victims." Pablo replied, opposite of his mind.
"Forgive , sir. I don’t have much ti now. I can feel it. I don’t know you and I can’t know you in such a short ti as well. But please do a favor. If inside your heart there is even a tiny bit of kindness or pity for , then please donate so money to my wife and kids. Help them to live.
They will be thrown out soon from here after my death. Families of guards can’t live inside this city after the death of the guard. Right now they are in the deep west of this city. Inside a small blue house. My wife’s na is Venessa. I have two little kids too. Help them, sir. Please, help them. I beg you, sir. Please… help…"
The man’s eyes moved and after all this long talk, he, for the first ti, slowly, opened his eyes and finished his plea.
"My family."
And those were the last words of the man.
In his last monts, the last person he saw was the one whom he believed would help his family.
The last face the guard saw just before his dying monts belonged to Pablo Castillo and a man like him would certainly help…
"I have other important relevant work than to help your family."
No one.
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