Redemption

August clasped fingers into fist, feeling the helplessness. Did he really choose the wrong path? Just a forgiveness…for that he even accepts losing his life or seeking help from people who seem nothing but a loser. Yeah, this was not the first time he looked like a loser or the cursed child. He always has been, The loser.

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"My my, is that done by Azrael?" Edgar popped out of nowhere, taking him by surprise.

August stared down and saw Edgar examining his wounds. Once August agreed to his question and stood up, Edgar straight to point.

"August, do you know how to cook?" Edgar inquired.

" Huh?yes." August nodded a bit surprised by the sudden change of subject.

"Good then. Come with me." Edgar smirked, relieved at his answer and patted his shoulder gesturing to follow him.

August paused looking back at his wounded leg. "Ah! I already healed your wounds." Edgar responded, seeing him hesitant over his legs.