Demonic Hero - Volume 1 Chapter 15 My Little Miracle

As I decided, I intend to do so. But before he headed toward the entrance to the orphanage, I remembered that Victor’s massacred body was still nailed to the wall. So I turned back to the massacred body and with the help of black energy I created a fire that burned the body in a few seconds. When I was about to leave I saw that all the knives I created were still stuck in the wall. There were a lot of them, very fucking a lot. It was nice to hammer them in. WHAT. Not what I meant . Although.

Come back, just pulling out and collecting the usual knives took me about a dozen or so minutes. There were so many of them. All in all, surprisingly, I created every single thing to punish their killer. Which means that each of these knives corresponds, one victim Victor Zsasz.

So to get all those knives down I had to get a little tired. But in the end I used the remaining material from Victor’s clothes as a bag. Wrappes knifs into the material and moved to the orphanage.

Because material was extremely scarce, it was difficult for me to carry them all. But somehow I did it. I took them with me because first of all I created them. Secondly, I can sell them and get some money. “Bowie” knives are quite popular and expensive, so the idea for a good profit is expensive. I have about seventy pounds, and considering that one such knife costs about eighty dollars (I don’t know, I guess). Soon I will get rich. But probably and so I’m going to give the majority to the orphanage, I don’t need that much. Maybe for now. In the future, if I can get a really large sum, I will buy the top four floors in the building where my old hideout was.But for now I need a dry place to sleep and good food. And that provides me with an orphanage, so they deserve this money. And there will be no problem with sales, my friend from college has a hunting equipment store. So sales won’t be a problem.

When I opened the main door of the children’s home, everyone in their eyes turned to me. Most of the children were up. They saw me three boys who were now heading to the girls’ room. They walked very slowly because each of them had problems with one or more limbs. And the fact that one of them in a wheelchair does not help. The boys only saw me stop. They were not afraid of me, but still my appearance was a bit scary. Because I got dirty while playing with Victor. So that children do not watch such scenes, in a split second using black flames I burned all the blood from my body and clothes. My control has improved since the last time so it was very easy.

One of these boys broke the awkward silence. From what I remember, his name was Ronald.

(Ron) – Mr. Angeelll ….. Miracle ….. At the top ….. At the girls. The sister called and we go to see. – Then the boy and his two friends went to the girls’ room.

And I overtook them and went first. I passed them and went down the long corridor to the girls’ room. I passed several single rooms that were not used anyway. And I came to the girls’ room, sounds of crying and joy were coming out of this room. Which slightly shocked me considering the recent events. But what could happen that after such events they are so happy.

I entered the room slowly opening the door. In the room I saw the rest of the girls including Amelia and Anna cry huddling in each other. Not knowing what was happening after I entered, I turned to Anna.

(Krius) – Anna what happened. Why are you crying, why are you all crying. – At that moment a lot of thoughts crossed my mind. But most thoughts say it’s my fault

At the sound of my voice, Anna lets go of Amelie and with tears in her eyes, she threw herself into my arms.

(Anna) – Thank you, our Angel. Thank you . Thank you …..- Anna was crying for a long time and I couldn’t understand most of her words.

While I patted Anne on the back and stroked her hair to calm her down. Behind her appeared a little Amelia who now wiped her tears and looked in my direction. She approached me in small steps. And I couldn’t take my eyes off her. Because thanks to the moment spent together, she became something like a little sister to me.She said to me in a hoarse, amusing voice:

(Amelia)-My Angel. You are beautiful.

When I heard her words, tears welled up in my eyes. It is hard for me to describe how I feel, a mixture of happiness and pride. Amelia regained her eyes and her gray blurred eyes. They changed their color to light blue. An weeping and happy Amelia ran to us and found a hug. Immediately after her, the rest of the children began to cuddle.

The touching moment lasted quite a long time. The children who cuddled up in my wings did not want to break away from them. I am not surprised, they are very nice to the touch. And when they become whiter, this effect is even better. And because of this situation the wings were almost perfectly white.

However, after a long moment, when the joy subsided a bit I went to my room. But first I went back to the main entrance to the orphanage. Because I dropped my knives there. After taking them I went to my room.