I Am Tired Of Being A Hero-Chapter 158: He was talking too much

***Warning: Graphic description of decay and death***

The large screen up the van was filled with faces. His, Arlen, his police team, the person that he had seen Arlen with, and Asher.

Asher. At that moment, everything clicked, like scattered puzzles suddenly coming together.

The Infernal Covenant had 13 seats, 7 priests, and 6 priestesses, each one heading an organization.

"They are like the mythical Hydra, you cut off one head and another would just grow to replace and not all organizations of the Covenant are known, some are very hidden, and nobody knows what they do." Sage had said from where he was building a ship from candy.

"He is right. I have been to their meetings before. I was curious, well, the leaders don’t know each other. It would be very hard to find them but I would try."

"We are not doing this for free, right?" Sage had hurriedly added.

According to Malik, there were two organizations in the Infernal Covenant that he suspected of tracking Asher to get back. The Phantoms, a group of thieves, and the Vault, an organization that deals with blackmailing. A shapeshifter would be very useful in their operations.

Everything Ravi had heard and seen suddenly filled in the blanks for him.

Ravi looked up, "Are you guys the Phantom? You sent the dream to Asher?"

His icy voice soon drifted inside the van and walked along Helena’s nervous system like a cold blade.

Helena blinked, it was as if her mind was sliced through by the voice, causing it to stand pounding. This person had been too passive, never complaining, following orders, and generally not causing a fuss, but those hazel eyes were more grey than gold now, with oppression that burrowed deep in her brain, the magnitude of its presence giving off an illusion of pain.

"Victor.." Her voice warned. The priestess was out in the town with Fluxx and so she did not want Victor to escalate the matter.

The man was already bound, no need to rub salt into injury.

"Asher? You gave the thing a name." Victor laughed out loud.

"A thing? You called him a thing?" Ravi looked at him, extremely calm. He did not look like the words had angered him or that he was offended because of what Victor had said.

"Considering that the boss bought it for 300,000 dollars. What did you expect us to call the Thrall." Victor laughed, his voice decidedly cruel, "Did you think you were dealing with a child? Take a guess, how many people the thrall has killed? Come on, guess."

Ravi stood up and Victor laughed out loud, pleased to gain some sort of expression from this person whose face did not even twitch when he killed the girl.

Helena’s heartbeat fiercely. A sort of strange and unknown premonition, like a sponge brimming with water, the pressure making it almost difficult to breathe.

He moved closer, his eyes were similar to that of a snake, spitting out words of malice while staring fixedly at him, "That thrall is only good for a punching bag. Perhaps when he is a older...

Ravi raised his hand and placed it gently on Victor’s head before stepping away.

Victor’s eyes widened with anger and he was about to teach this fool a lesson when he paused.

His eyes met Nova’s horrified eyes and he looked down at his legs. His legs had begun to rot, leaving behind bloody footbones to support him on the ground.

He let out a harrowing scream as his body fell backward, directly onto the ground. He tried to crawl away but even his hands began to rot, his flesh turned gooey, soon changing into liquid pus and blood.

The flesh peeled away, showing white wrist bones, dripping with thick, red vicious blood.

Victor gasped out, his eyes confused and horrified, he looked at the youth in front of him, his eyes pleading and terrified,’

His body was rotting before everyone else. With each inch he crawled forward, he left amounts of broken meat on the floor of the van under him. His chest, his arms, everything emitted a hideous stench as they began to turn into a thick bloody goo.

His legs cracked open, the bones crumbling apart like slag. It was as if his body had passed through hundreds of years of decay, all being compressed into this moment.

His bones became as brittle as sand, falling apart as his eyes began to sink back into their socket, the half hair on his hair, growing white and withered like dry back.

He tried to say something but nothing emanated from the decaying throat, there was nothing he could do. Within a minute, the healthy young body had turned into a puddle of blood and decayed flesh bites.

It was like this person never existed.

Nova turned to the side and began retching. She had joined the Infernal Covenant when she was eighteen and she had killed quite a lot of people but she had never seen something so horrifying in her life.

Ravi’s calm eyes looked up at the two women, "He was talking too much."

Nova knew she should attack him but she froze in place, a cry stuck in her throat as she could only hear the rapid beating of her heart. Beads of sweat trickled down her colorless cheek, and into the collar of her combat suit.

Her face distorting with fear, she looked at the person in front of her and her mind immediately supplied.

This person was not human.

The other’s gaze was not cold, there was no rage or hate within the depths of those hazel eyes when it looked at her but a dangerous trembling sensation rose from the depths of her soul as she stared back at him.

"Bang!" The sound of the gun resounded in the van and she felt Helena grab her hand.

"Nova, run." She pulled her along, dragging her out of the van as they ran out.

The air was filled with a strong stench of blood and her heart was filled with only one word.

"Run!"

She felt Helena dragged her out of the van away from the monster behind her. Helena, who she had looked down on for not having a combat superpower.

"Bang!" Helena turned and shot at the van. She then threw her a device. The familiar cloud was on the device, she recalled when the boss had bought this on a ship, it was an experimental wrap device from the Sinclair Innovation Hub.

"You..."

"Go. Nova. If you want to pay me back, then never come back to this life. Go to school. Get your degree. Live like a fucking normal person."

Nova’s fingers were shaking as she activated the device, she looked back one more time at that slim back that looked so broad standing in front of her. A light purple light shone and she vanished from the woods.

"That is touching but I would kill her too. I would kill all of you." Ravi said as she rested against the tree.

"She did nothing wrong to the...Asher. She did not touch him." Helena said, she did not bother to run. There was no need, she just did not know how they had met such a person. He was far stronger than the Priestess.

She never imagined that someone could be stronger than Kaida but this person was not even in the same comparison, he was a monster.

"You are lying." Ravi’s voice was very soft, like the wind sweeping past his ears, disappeared in the next second, without a trace.

But the content of his words made her freeze on the spot as if she had been struck by lightning.

How did he know? It was Nova’s fault. When Nova had entered the Phantom, she was different. She was different than anybody that Helena had ever seen.

She was so damn beautiful, her hair was like the night sky and her eyes were as resplendent as the sun. She laughed so easily, she did not belong in their world.

But within the years, she soon turned into what Helena could not recognize, she followed Victor around becoming more and more cruel, till the light that had enchanted Helena so, completely disappeared.

"Let her go. I will tell you, whatever you did. I would do anything you want. I know the passwords to Kaida’s accounts, I would give it all, just please, please let Nova go.’ The gun fell from her hands as she looked at the devil in front of her, begging him with everything she had.

Ravi did not feel anything. This was a mission. A Sentinel did not feel anything when completing missions, "Where was such mercy or empathy for Asher?" He asked the woman before a stone in her hand transformed into a long, white sword.

He stepped forward and his temperament suddenly changed, the sword in his hand was extremely firm. It was like a green pine rooted on a precipice, righteous and lofty.

For a second, Helena did not feel like this person was an enemy here to kill her and her team but a righteous god here to deliver holy judgment on her.