Chapter 119: _Beyond Any Witch Or Werewolf

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Chapter 119: _Beyond Any Witch Or Werewolf (Warning: Graphic Scenes and Violence Ahead) Marcellus’ POV ***** He walked into the large church, his arms behind his back at first until he used his right hand to make the sign of the cross when he scanned his gaze around. He didn’t waste any time trying to blend in and sat at a seat at the back beside an elderly woman who glanced at him with a suspicious expression on her wrinkled face. "Hi." He waved at the old woman but she didn’t seem to appreciate that as she tore her gaze away from him and focused her gaze on the church altar up ahead. How rude! Marcellus scoffed silently, shaking his head with a small smirk on his face as he folded his arms in front of his chest while watching the church proceedings unfold. Marcellus had lost faith in the moon goddess ages ago and on top of that, he still couldn’t understand the humans and their plethora of beliefs. The churches and all their denominations were ones he never bothered wrapping his head around, so he watched their activities with disinterest as he waited for the funeral service to begin. Finally, the coffin was brought into the church, and Marcellus observed as the people began crying and wailing ’uncontrollably’. Most were unrealistic. He could see that some of the humans were trying to make it a performance since others were doing it, causing him to shake his head and sigh as he slowly began tapping the index finger of his right hand on his legs. "Let the games begin." He whispered to himself as he watched the coffin getting carried at the front of the church. The family of the deceased, composed of the human commander, his other daughter, and a young man who seemed to have been the deceased fiance, stood around the coffin. After a prayer was made that Marcellus didn’t even bother following, he watched as everyone in the church was FINALLY asked to settle down as the reverend mounted the altar and gave a sermon on being good. Marcellus used the opportunity to observe his surroundings once again, using his magic to peer into the minds of people around him. They were all humans anyway, hence their minds were way more fragile than witches and werewolves. ’I heard the girl was cheating on her fiancee before she got killed. Sounds to me like she got served some karma.’ a woman who had been crying her eyes out earlier was the one who had that thought. Marcellus wasn’t even surprised and sniggered before he went to another human’s mind. ’Maureen didn’t prepare that pork roast the way I told her, and now she’s wasting time at this funeral when she should be back in that kitchen making another one.’ That thought came from a middle-aged man who glared at his wife throughout most of the service. Poor woman... ’How does it feel like to die?’ ’I wish I won’t die a painful death like sister Annabelle.’ ’Is she going to heaven?’ ’She’s definitely down there in hell...’ One after the other, the thoughts of the people filtered into Marcellus’ mind like a flood, causing him to get more agitated by the second. What he was getting from the thoughts of these humans was that most of them didn’t give a fuck about the girl who died but was out here performing to fit in with the rest of the crowd. Others were using the moment to worry about their own future deaths. While others had outright rotten thinking that showed Marcellus once again that evil existed the most among humans, despite how fragile they were. "A bunch of hypocrites," Marcellus muttered to himself with an audible scoff, causing a few people sitting around him to glance or even stare at him wearily. But he ignored all of them as he kept on tapping his index fingers on his legs while the reverend came to the end of his sermon. "If anyone would like to give a word about Miss Anabelle, please signify by raising your hand." The reverend said into the microphone. Before anyone else could, Marcellus raised his right hand and even stood up as he adjusted his cufflinks. "Yes. I’d like to say a few things." Marcellus blurted with a loud but cold voice as he walked to the stage, his footsteps echoing. He glanced around at the humans, seeing the confusion in their eyes as they stared at him. But that only caused him to smirk as he proceeded to point a finger at the Reverend, unlocking the spell that he’s been casting on the man since the very beginning of his sermon. Suddenly, the Reverend gasped, clutching his chest as he stumbled backward on stage. "Since you all are so curious to know where Anabelle is headed in the afterlife, why don’t you join her?!" He asked with a cold voice that thundered around the large church. The next second, the Reverend exploded into a bloody pulp, his organs and guts flying around as well, causing the people in the church to scream out in terror. It had happened so suddenly and abruptly that most weren’t even able to process it as real. "H– He’s a witch!" A man in the audience pointed at Marcellus and yelled as the latter turned around and faced him, his white suit stained with blood and guts. Marcellus smirked coldly as he simply flicked his finger, sending a blast of energy that caused the man’s head to explode, sending his brain matter and blood everywhere. "I am beyond any witch or werewolf, you fragile ape," Marcellus remarked as more humans began screaming. Some of them attempted to flee through the exits in the church but Marcellus was one step ahead of them and snapped his fingers, causing all the exits to lock shut. Chaos erupted as people panicked and screamed in terror while the soldiers among them bravely drew out their weapons and pointed them at him. "He’s one of the werewolves from earlier today, commander!" One of the soldiers yelled out with surprise, causing Marcellus to turn his gaze to him. Marcellus grinned as he easily infiltrated his mind and whispered a simple command in his head. ’Kill yourself in the most brutal way possible.’ Suddenly, the man dropped his gun and yelled out in terror as he slowly brought both his fingers to his eyes. It was clear that he was trying to resist, but it was no use as he used both his thumbs to press his own eyes until his eyeballs popped, causing them to burst with blood. People standing around the young soldier screamed in terror as he continued by pressing his thumb deep into his eye sockets and then managed to reach his brain. Marcellus’ grin widened as he stretched out his arms in pure glee, and chaos erupted all around the church. "No hard feelings, humans! But your town has been marked for death for the crime of allying with Alpha King Kaelos!" Marcellus yelled out with a loud voice as he slowly levitated into the air while the young soldier began pulling out his brain matter.

Chapter 119: _Beyond Any Witch Or Werewolf

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