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VII.

Undertaker left the building as a ghost – pale and quiet. He skimmed fast and silent, sunk into his thoughts, fighting a furious inner battle. The sun was long gone and the air was trembling with autumn chill. The wind was performing his sad wintry dance with its garment of gold, crimson and brown.

From his window - a few levels higher - William traced his colleague with a thoughtful expression.

"Grell, gather the best shinigami you know. We are going after him."

He found it faster than he expected. The Venille estate wasn't really big, but it had its own clean and trim garden with one miniature fountain with little white angels. Obviously the owner insisted on the order and the perfection in the details. It was 23:10 and the silence was gravely. It was too quiet and dark. Undertaker held his death-scythe close.

His heart was confused. This hasn't happened to him before. Except one time.

But his mind was clear. His heart wanted him to go back and leave this place, but his mind forced him to do his job. Perfectly. Like he always did. But this time was different. He wasn't sure what will happen now.

He entered the almost sunk in pure darkness lobby. He noticed a door, probably to the living room and it was on his right. Across the room was taking place a small fireplace. There was just one candle burning, on the fireplace. He got one step closer and froze. Pair of wicked, verdant eyes was fixed on him. The candle light was enough for everyone to see the man, leaned on the stone, smile.

"Hello, father." Said Undertaker, examining the familiar man. His silver hair was short, his eyes sharp.

He also carried an old fashioned rapier with beautiful silver and gold flowers encrusted on it. Undertaker knew that wasn't ordinary weapon. Death-scythe. The man didn't move at all, but laughed loudly, which made Undertaker look instantly at the door to the living room.

"So! I'm glad you remembered. Won't you come and hug me?" Said the man with a begging tone.

"Why would I want to do that?" Undertaker's voice was emotionless.

Teryx Cron waved with his hand and laughed again. Undertaker moved a few steps closer to the door.

"Anyway." Teryx' voice lost its life, turning into a cold razor." The soul is an important thing, don't you think… my son?

"I've known how you treat the things that are important to you." Undertaker stared at the hypnotizing candle flame. "Leave this place. Now."

Teryx Cron laughed again and pulled out his rapier.

"Son… you don't get it, do you? I can't do that, sorry." He sounded disappointed. "You don't want to taste my blade."

"Don't call me that way." Undertaker tried to stay as calm as possible. "I have nothing to do with you."

"Get real… You can't escape your genes." Teryx Cron declared preconceived and smiled. "Poor boy, he'll become just like me…"

Then he continued seriously.

"You never understood, boy. I am putting them out of their misery. I help them to escape this reality, this hell. They should be grateful!"

The Undertaker took a breath and exhaled louder than he wanted.

"Is that a proper reason to kill my brothers? Your wife? Is it?

"Son-

"SHUT UP! You stopped being my father in the moment you entered the house that night.

"I did it, because I loved them. I love you." Teryx shrugged and then loud screams echoed through the house. They came from the door next to the Undertaker. He couldn't manage to differentiate how many people were they in there. Was there anyone still alive?

"You are not alone?" Undertaker stated more to himself, facing the door. Another shinigami?

"Oh, that's my beloved." Teryx sighed. "Lilith."

He made a pause and bit his lip.

"She really likes blood, who am I to blame her?"

Horrifying noises followed his question, a glass shattered. Undertaker looked aside.

"I thought you got used to dying people already. Just what a professional death god, ha?" Teryx taunted. "Didn't they tell you "not to involve feelings"?

"You are so perverse, you know that?"

"Well. You've made yourself clear, son." His father smiled and blew the candle. "Let me show you how much I love you."

All silhouettes faded in the black night. Fortunately The Undertaker was used to darkness and saw his father's sword early enough to parry it. His father tried to attack him from his right, but he just took a step back, spinning in order to face his fathers back.

It was too dark, but he had the privilege to wear black robe, uniting himself with the darkness. Sadly they both had silver hair, which was informing both of them for the exact location of the other one. His father tried to find his weak spot, but he didn't really succeed.

They both moved very fast. Undertaker was hesitating. There was something bothering him against every logic. Is it right for someone to kill his own father?

"You're good, but you'll never beat me." Teryx laughed. He was clearly enjoying the fight.

But what if he's a serial killer, I might stop these murders once and for all…He pushed another attack.

But still…I can't do that. I can't... kill. It's not me who gives life. It's not me that should take it away. He had lived with the horrible things he had done, but he had never killed a living being and somehow... deep inside he didn't want to.

"Aren't you tired yet, son? Should I put you to sleep now?"

He killed the ones I loved mostly.

Teryx Cron tried to behead him, but his son bowed and immediately rushed into another attack.

He destroyed everything I held dear back then. He's a living insanity. He must be stopped. But he's the one who gave me life. I…I can't take away his. Suddenly he repulsed the sword, but he exposed his chest and his father took advantage of that, slicing his skin just below the heart at lightning speed. And the pain was dreadful.

Here's the next chapter. Hope you like it ;3