"…"
I stayed silent. Having your entire family torn by demonkin was quite traumatic. I couldn't bla him for lashing out at Amari. But the last ti I offered him a chance to fight, he froze. The person back then lacked the will to push forward.
Seeing that I didn't bother to reply, Pierre smiled wryly. "May I ask what you plan to do now?"
"I intend to throw your continent into civil war. In the chaos, I will assassinate so fucker nad Onye. Hopefully, after doing so, I can help your Revenant."
"You intend to kill the royal chief? I can understand the need. But what do you get out of all this? You gave the impression that you couldn't care less about Africa," Pierre argued.
"You are right, I don't. I only care about my family. I will do anything to keep them safe. But Africa, being in its current state, puts them at risk. And I cannot wait until soone from the continent gets Africa's shit together to do sothing about it. So here I am."
Pierre looked down and clenched his fist.
"So, you believe it's better to act on your own than to wait for soone else to save you?"
"Well, yeah. For the record, no one saved to begin with. All my life, I had to fight on my own. When I didn't, I had what was mine stolen. I no longer wish to live like that. At least that is what I promised to myself ever since I died," I answered.
I had no sponsors, no handlers, or allies. It was a miracle I even survived my enlistnt. But my journey was one I began. When I was human, I didn't try as hard. It was my fault. That was why I had a dead-end job and why Caroline left .
'Though it was only because of those experiences that I live this way now,' I contemplated.
"Successors much like the Sins all lead lives that are extrely similar. First, all of them led lives of diocrity, failing to accomplish anything. They grew up devoid of love from their families and were betrayed by their first loves. But they all ascend in the sa manner."
Knowing that all my so-called brothers lived the sa kind of life, I felt a sense of kinship with them. Maybe that was why we lived the way we did. Unfortunately, much like those in Zanele's recording, I would have to kill the ones I would et. I didn't have a choice.
'Seems like a sha. If the world can birth so many Successors, why make them kill each other? Just put them all on a team and finish the big bad,' I couldn't help but think wishfully.
Unlike the ones who ca before , I would claim my legacies only after Antarctica was taken back. For that goal, I had to unite humanity as one force. At least as much as I can with rewards. Shaking my head, I decided to end the conversation with Pierre.
Seeing him stare at the ground, I turned around. Only a soft murmur ca from the one behind .
"Please, let help."
Intrigued, I faced him. This man was so delusional he blad everyone but himself. And while his circumstances were tragic, it was no excuse. He didn't have the guts to take the gun I offered him. That was primarily why I forgot about him.
"Why?"
"I-I know I have no right to say this. But I have been a Reaper for years now. I wish to do sothing, anything. Many like die like ants when the demons and the powerhouses crash. If you really ca here to change all that, I want to help you."
"You have yet to answer my question. What is your stake in this? Yes, your life has been pathetic. But it will not suddenly change all because of what I am about to do. You are immortal. You can find a human woman, take her to a faraway place, and live in peace."
Pierre raised his eyes to look at . My words rang true. It was far easier to forget about the whole reaper thing and just live in ignorance until the end ca. One had to be a special kind of motherfucker before he would want to even join my side.
"I want to follow you. Your way of life is sothing I never had the courage to do. Whether you succeed or fail, I want to see it. For your own future, you are willing to do so much. I want to see the kind of ntality such a man possesses."
Well, I certainly didn't expect that. The only reason I even t Pierre was because she was soone Blanche used to deliver a letter to . Jo even believed that the one-week deadline was all to save this Mauritian.
"And if I say no?"
"…"
"In case you didn't get it the first ti, I am about to kill a lot of your princes. And I will throw your entire continent into turmoil. Millions will die. If you associate with , you will see such tragedies on a daily basis. Do you have the stomach for it?"
When I used {Insight} on him, there was hardly anything impressive about him. Why was he so important that Blanche made sure he survived?
"I cannot claim that I won't falter. But I no longer wish to cower in fear. My family died so pathetically that I cannot even sleep. I hear their screams even when I close my eyes. I want to know why. Why did such an atrocity have to happen?"
"I know why. But the answer is neither kind nor anything that can give you comfort. Are you certain this is what you want?"
"Yes. I do not know what I can contribute, but I will do what I can. If you truly wish to change Africa for the better. Then I want to follow you. It might be selfishness on my part, but if I can stop others from going through what I did, I will be content."
Hearing his reason, I could only frown. Such sentints were hollow. At least I thought so. Still, I grew interested. I wanted to see how much this Mauritian would endure before he broke. And if he could actually help out, all the better.
"I see. If that is the case, then follow ."
As I walked away, Pierre called out, obviously surprised.
"That's it? You aren't going to make swear an oath or initiate or sothing?"
Without looking back, I headed toward Zanele's hut.
"I only do so for those who actually show promise. You are trash. I gave you the right to tag along, nothing more. Whether you live or die, I could not care less."
I opened the door and entered. I heard the sounds of footsteps frantically running after as I closed the door. Seamlessly, I entered Lilly's void space. The place felt similar to our inventories. I saw the rest of my party sitting in what looked like an auditorium.
The furniture looked professional and had all sorts of stuff. If you ignored the inhumane, swirling darkness on the walls and ceiling, it looked like a normal venue. I scanned around for my girls and found them. Even Exa was there for so reason.
Jo was waving at and gesturing to a spot in front. It was obviously the most important seat in the room. As I headed further in, sothing entered. It was Pierre.
I took my seat and announced to everyone, "That person is Pierre; he wants to sit in. My Kindred, please begin. I want to get this over with."
"Yes, my lord!" x7
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