Genesis: Freed.

Chapter 13:

The brothers' faces showed an expression of fear after having used up all their bullets because that waiter, despite receiving the shots, was still standing in front of them.

— Why so pale did they see a ghost? — Said the mysterious servant as he approached them.

"Stay away, you bloody monster." Novin said shivering as he backed up on the couch.

— monster? Am I a monster for not dying with your useless weapons when you guys killed a lot of people with Dark Magians ? —

"T-Those people were fed up with living with themselves, we just gave them a merciful chance to end their suffering." Simon replied with a nervous look.

“M-My brothers are right…. Those people paid with their lives to stop doing this anymore. Iyar continued .

—Murder suspects, destroyers of a military base, corrupt to the bone, arms and drug dealers… Their stalls are nothing but easy-to-destroy crap. Your recognition will come crashing down when people find out that you are responsible for killing those innocent people. —

"People won't believe a nobody like you, you're just a bartender theorizing conspiracy ideas." You are a mentally ill. Simon refuted with a nervous smile.

—Yes, I am a mental patient dressed as a waiter but with the truth in my hands. Remember that people like me tell the truth about things, things that you in government don't want people to know so as not to ruin your image. —

"Shut up, you damn bastard." Iyar exclaimed, shooting the waiter in the head.

The mysterious visitor had received the impact on the helmet causing it to crack and move slightly due to the force of the bullet. The brothers remained expectant because the enemy did not seem to be moved by those bullets. The three men had gathered together as the waiter took slow, steady steps toward them.

- Why are they terrified? I don't see the point of being like that since you guys are talking about how to bring down the Race Stability Corporation, Damocles. They talked about how the director would visit them to lick their balls in exchange for their help. They talk about how to lock up a member of the corporation and how they were going to bring him to his knees. You did serious damage to the city, you are sentenced to the ultimate penalty, death. — The waiter concluded as he pulled out a black pistol.

The masked man was carrying an Italian semi-automatic pistol, a Baretta M9, which was pointed firmly at one of the brothers. His hand did not show any tremor and if he did not have a helmet his gaze would be merciless before those responsible for the destruction of an honor.

Iyar would not tolerate a nobody with a high ego going to kill his brother Novin so his weapon warps to create a metal blade that would be thrown at the assailant's hand. Drawing a smile, Iyar could imagine victory but what he did not count was that the enemy would hold the blade with his free hand.

"I don't think you understand your position. — The waiter would guide his fragmented visor towards the mobster. "I'm the boss now." —

The servitor's voice had distorted after saying the phrase and then let out a cold vapor from inside his helmet, increasing the fear of the brothers.

Outside the room, the brothers' screams of horror could be heard and then that silence began to appear.

Meanwhile, in a quality modern house, stood a young man with pale blue curly hair with a pair of dark horns and long ears with dull eyes.

The boy will open the door calmly and then see a little woolly with porcelain skin, little Akemi , the youngest would receive him warmly to which the eldest would only look at him coldly.

-Welcome brother. Dinner is almost here, do you want me to make you some tea or something? The youngest asked happily.

—You are very lively and the house is very warm. Did something funny happen to you? - Said the eldest with a muffled voice.

Little Akemi would begin to get nervous at that question because hesitating whether to answer it or not, the eldest noticed that nervousness and began to approach him to stroke his hair gently. The little one began to relax you before that subtle touch but the older one would end up rudely holding the opponent's cheeks to raise the minor's gaze.

—I perceive another scent, it's not mine and not yours. Who entered this house, Akemi ? I know you wouldn't lie to me since you're a good boy, right, little brother? — The older man's gaze showed hostility towards the younger.

"N-No one came in, brother." T-That smell comes from me because they lent me a sweater, it's really cold and they didn't want me to catch a cold. Akemi replied with a slight tremor in her voice.

The eldest would begin to let go of the youngest and then caress his hair and show him a soft smile.

“I understand, that person is very kind. Come on, continue with your work, I'll go change. —

“Y-Yes, brother. —

The blue- haired man would go up to the second floor while his younger brother trembled with fear at that aggressive action on his brother's part. Akemi would go into the kitchen to continue with her chores because she didn't want to have problems with her older brother while he would start checking his cell phone with one hand on his tie to slowly untie it.

—I'll send the report and then the agenda to later review what to wear for tomorrow's meeting. Busy. - He said to himself leaving the cell phone on a nightstand.

After getting dressed, he would begin to go down to the first floor watching his brother set the table. When he looked up, he would see the nightly news on television, noticing what was happening.

—Dwarf, turn up the television. — He said coldly as he looked at that electronic device.

The minor paid attention and the television began to resonate the words of the presenter.

— “It is 7 at night and we are in the Rose Bar where the Arwald brothers are arrested for mass murder; the destruction of the city of Claython . The brothers already had strong suspicions but their occupation made their arrests impossible for now those in charge of carrying out such an arrest are the agents of Damocles. […]” —

—I see you did a great job, what do you think, brother? — Asked the eldest while watching television.

—I-I think the same as you, Damián. The younger answered trembling.

Damián smiled maliciously when he saw the brothers under arrest, but he had the feeling that there was something more to that arrest because the brothers' eyes revealed pure terror and not because they were arrested but because they had seen something else.

Meanwhile, in the headmaster's office, headmaster Lockwood and his assistant Akira were watching the news about the brothers' arrest and then looking back at the figure of a bartender sitting at the conference table.

— How did you find them? The doctor asked intrigued.

— I told them that I have my contacts, I also planned to gather them but thanks to my friends I was able to find them and their place but I will not go into detail. — Said the hooded waiter as he placed a recorder on the table. "This will serve them for your arrest." —

- What's that? — Questioned the director.

—The pure confession of all his main acts and their covers, one that will not be so easily ignored. —

—I understand, I will send it to the lawyers we have available. —

—Well, I leave it in your hands, Mr. Akira . —

But leaving this topic aside... — The doctor would turn his eyes towards the waiter. — The hull is cracked and there is a sign of frostbite. He is okay? —

“Just a crack and a freeze is nothing serious unlike what the brothers had to go through. — The mysterious man would start to get up. "I already gave you the information so I'm leaving, although it won't be the last time you see me." —

"Wait, do you have an alias?" I know you won't give me your name but I want to know what to call you since you are a member of Damocles. Darrin concluded as he watched him head for the door.

— Murderous Psychopath but they call me Murder . - The waiter answered and then left the office.