CHAPTER 20: Illusion and mysterious aura.

Armstrong scowled immediately her hands traced and fictitious wiped the unseen tears from his face.

He held her hands and pushed them away from his face.

"He looks sad, burdened and heavy-hearted " Mell muttered.

Armstrong watched her speaking with a  lower tone, even though he understands what she is saying, but what has it to do with him?

His only concern now is to place her on a trial and watch her flunk the test, hence exposing who she is, and when that happens, he will be ready to rip her heart apart or probably feed her remnants to the birds of the air.

"That's an illusion" he countered her words, gathering up the poultice and sitting closer beside her on the bed.

He halts. Now why did he reply to her and why is he tending to a spy?

He hisses. Dropping the poultice and trying to leave the room but stop when Mellisa made a whimpering sound. He inhaled intensely, running his fingers across his raven hair.

"Don't move." He urges her.

"The angel was crying." She began. "Does angel cry? She tilted her head one flank and pout out childishly, giggling and fidgeting with her two fingers.

Now Armstrong is perplexed. Of course, she just came back to life but hope she didn't leave her brain there. The least he wanted now is dealing with a lunatic patient.

"Forget about the angel and focus on your healing foremost." He repeated that word, allowing his lips to absorb it first. "Healing foremost." Why did he say that? When did Armstrong care for a spy? He spat.

"No!!! Wait" She stopped him, and clasped his two hands together. Making Armstrong's brows yank in confusion.

"I saw the mysterious portals, my wailing soul, a powerful force pulling me, and then....then....the angel." She stopped, bringing her face closer to his face, her cheeks pulled back in a serious expression and then she giggled sheepishly. "The angel looks sad." She flinched her head back, compressed her face, and began to cry.

Now her actions baffled him the more. Who exactly is she?

He knows the effect of the poison and how it affects the victim but now she is hallucinating and she is sure of it.

Perhaps she has seen more than she was expecting so cessation awaits her; or should he leave her here too rotten?

Well, annihilating people is never a new game to him. Hounding and feasting on people's bodies is likewise one of his hobbies. But now this is a case of a mysterious lassie in his domain.

A human lassie possessing such a dark aura is rare. Is she gifted? No one can tell.

He knows very well how the sorcerers act, and for a sorcerer to become a spy and thread in his kingdom where other mystic creatures are dreading to tread.

She must have swallowed some guts. And the poison; He deliberately stop it from circulating. Reasons best known to him.

Whosever behind her strange entrance in Heaven Isles should better girdle their wrappers because they are about to dance to the sounds of the dead.

No stone will be left unturned. He will first of all start from this mysterious MEL...Mel what? Why should I care about her name? She will have to suffer first in my hand, but for now, let's get her ready for her next torture.

Mellisa keeps swirling around following every movement of Armstrong's hands in cleaning and bandaging her impairments. She giggled at his gentlemanly treatment.

Now her laughter hurt his pride. He stiffed with the poultice in his hands; he knows very well that her strange act might be as a result of the poison and her heart.

"Wait...Why is her heart so blank? He can't hear anything just a regular heartbeat and a bothered emotion.

Maybe her body is reacting to the poison. He understands how strong this poison is and how it induces illusions and hallucinations. Only a powerful witch or wizard can control the effect of this poison. And no spy will say what she saw because before digging into their assignment, they must go through some fortifications.

Since she is behaving this way, that means one thing. She is not just a spy; probably a puppet used by another witch to get him in subjection or she must have concealed her powers just to deceive them and buy her accomplices enough time.

Spies like that entered without being detected and have evil motives.

That he is very sure. Either she is a powerful witch that concealed herself with a spell.

Now he thought about the possibility of her being a witch, he needs to thread with cautiousness. Anyways; Whatsoever she is he will surely find out. One thing is certain no one dares hides from him.

And when she happened to be a terrorist, then he will have fun to terrorize her soul and leave her mentally exhausted.

He smirk darkly, closed his eyes, and clenched his teeth. Ever since she entered his kingdom, there is this unnatural aura hovering around her. Yes, this dark and strange aura that every twilight a howling and shrieking sounds will hear.

He believes it had something to do with her, or probably her accomplices are making an effort to reach her and she might have locked up her powers to avoid drawing them to her and exposing them.

He chortles darkly. "She must be stupid to think he doesn't know what she got on her sleeves."

On second thought he needed to threaten her like an egg to buy her trust and make her confess by ratting out her accomplices, their caves, and what their agenda in his kingdom is all about. Probably evil.

The reasonable way to gain the truth now is to act like you don't know anything.

Even though her scent lingered in his nostrils, "Yes! She smells like an early morning sprout of blooming lavenders, but still, he can be able to distinguish between her scent and that dark aura hovering around her.

Something like dark enchantment surrounded her. No matter how innocent and naive she tried to portray herself, that dark enchantment, the power never leave her side and now he thought about it. He can sense the power infringement open.

The more he thought about it, the darker the room becomes and it looks like the power is trying to engulf him.

He hurriedly to laid her back down on the mattress and when she attempted to struggle with him he speak in a low hypnotizing tone"Sleep now."  And she fell into a deep and peaceful slumber.

He stood up, his two hands in his side pockets, he peered at her, and off he was gone.

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Bang!!!! That was the sounds heard in the wood as Armstrong materialized in the wood. His long magnifying overcoat hung peacefully midair and slowly rest back to its position as he gently lift his head.

He looks like an angel on a mission; just that the difference is unlike an angel, his mission is far from it. With his raven hair falling freely on his shoulders. His chin and nose shoot out charismatically and his ocean-blue eyes radiate determination at the same time smoldering multitude to death.

He can be defined as the eyes of the dark. As his eyes are so captivating that he can trample and hypnotize anyone he desires to. Just a smirk and see them dancing to his tone.

He doesn't smile yet the multitude is always drawn to him. Men and ladies throw themselves to him to get laid.

Some called him the Demigod, some the fallen angel and some describes him as the Greek god. And some even went ahead to call him the human deity because they believe he is a god who reincarnated as a human.

All these compliments don't bother him.

"Why not." He got an edifying body, a gorgeous face with flawless dentition coupled with his magnificent height and his dapper way of bearing his postures.

He is a literal angel but unfortunately, not all angels are of godliness.

Unlike the angels who brought good tidings to mankind, Armstrong is far from it.

Unlike the guardian angel that foresees and makes sure the humans are safe and sound.

Armstrong's mission is to hurt and annihilate people as he wishes without reason as the people said. So instead of calling him the angel of life, they rather describe him as the angel of chaos and death.

God can have mercy but Armstrong will never. For someone that the people choose a direct death over his punishment.

He will torture your soul into despair, and leave you mentally ill and exhausted. You will plead for death and he will deny you. Nobody dares get on his bad side. It's okay to say that the fear of Armstrong is the beginning of wisdom.

If he can trace and wipe out a generation.  There is no evil he can't do. Just pray he doesn't reason and remember your case.

Now people wondered why the handsome ones are the most deadliest and fearful of the human kinds.

But is Armstrong a human? or did he reincarnate as a human to get revenge on those who hurt his past lives?

A kingdom where four different kinfolks exist can only be possible in  Armstrong's supremacy.

You dare snitch and go against him. Just know you never cherished your life.

He will hurt your generation as a whole. They named him the Dark Angel.