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Chapter 671: Welcome to Hellfire

Chapter 671: Welcome to Hellfire

Volume IV: Hellfire

PROLOGUE

The pouring rain on the day of Hera’s burial added a somber and gloomy atmosphere to the proceedings. The gray skies wept in unison with the mourners as they gathered to say their final goodbyes, standing in the downpour without umbrellas or raincoats to shield them from heaven’s tears.

Tears mixed with the raindrops on everyone’s faces as they watched the wet earth receive her casket, adorned with flowers and memories of a life now gone. The rain-soaked soil clung to the casket, making it more challenging to accept the finality of the moment.

"Let’s go," a hand landed on Tiger’s tense shoulder, but he didn’t budge. "We’ll be waiting for you."

Moose studied Tiger’s profile for a moment before he withdrew his hand. He turned around, looking at the people standing around Hera’s final resting place. None of them showed any sign they wanted to leave, so he didn’t force them to go home.

"Let’s go," Moose said to the others before walking away. The remaining Reapers, who had stayed only for Hera’s funeral, followed him. Their organization had already disbanded, with many leaving to find new purposes in life, while others, like them, stayed out of inertia, not having yet considered their next steps. They could think about it after this melancholic day.

Soon, the people who had attended Hera’s funeral left one by one, leaving only Tiger, Princess, and Bear behind. Their eyes remained fixed on the dampened soil with the gravestone bearing her name. None of them spoke a word, even when the downpour subsided.

"You can’t die like this," Tiger whispered after a long time. "No, you can’t die yet."

He shook his head as he looked around the surroundings. When his eyes fell on the shovel not far away, he marched towards it and, without wasting a breath, started digging into her grave.

"This is wrong," he murmured, his voice strained with emotions and the pattering rain. "We shouldn’t have buried her. She’s not dead. She can’t be dead."

Tiger continued to dig the grave while denying her death. He was certain that if they dug her grave, she would be alive. They just had to be patient. His actions, however, stopped when a hand grabbed the shovel to halt him.

"What..." he trailed off, lifting his eyes to see Princess looking back at him with a stern expression. Tears mingled with the raindrops on her face, and she shook her head.

"Stop," she forced out a breath. "Clark, stop it. Let her go."

’Let her go?’

Tiger’s lips parted as a short laugh escaped his mouth. Did she have any idea what that three-letter sentence meant? His eyes, however, welled up with tears as he clenched his teeth.

"I can’t, Princess," he breathed out, accompanied by a short cry. "How can I simply let her go? She’s the only one I have — I cannot let her go."

Princess gripped the shovel tightly, holding her broken heart with steel to keep it together. "I am hurting too, but this is her last wish."

"Fuck her last wish!" This time, Tiger roared as he pulled the shovel aggressively. "If she has a last wish, then so do I! She can’t die. It’s a mistake to even hold this stupid funeral! Leave me alone! I’ll dig her up again and tell her that myself!"

He started digging again as he roared, venting his sorrow in any way he could. Meanwhile, Princess could only press her lips into a thin line to suppress her cries.

"Princess, you know she’s my world..." Tiger slowed down until he stopped, dropping to his knees, and lowering his head onto Hera’s grave. "She promised us we would be together forever, that she’d always stand with us, even if we were up against the world. How can I just let her go?"

He clenched his teeth, his forehead against the ground, and his fist balled into a tight fist as he punched the rain-soaked soil. "Ahh... ahh!" His short cries gradually turned into loud cries, screaming his heart out as his mind slowly got tangled, and the only way to untangle it was if he snapped.

"Clark..." Princess covered her lips, watching Tiger break down after a long time of suppressing his emotions.

Throughout her life since meeting Tiger, the man had never shed a tear or shown much emotion. She believed that the man only had a very few emotions, and sadness was not one of them. Even when Hera’s condition came to light, Tiger didn’t show much emotion. Matter of fact, he was the calmest of all when they heard Hera was already counting her last days.

They believed Tiger had simply accepted her fate. That’s what he kept saying, after all. But now, Princess could see the real reason why Tiger had acted the way he did.

It wasn’t because he had accepted Hera’s impending death so easily, but because he had been in denial. He hadn’t believed it until now, seeing her buried a few feet under the ground.

Princess pressed her lips, shifting her eyes to Bear, who was still standing motionless in the same spot. "Bernard."

Bear didn’t answer. He stood frozen in the same spot, his eyes fixed on Hera’s grave as if he weren’t witnessing Tiger’s breakdown. His pale face and lifeless eyes were damp from the rain, but his sorrow was just as profound as Tiger’s, despite not saying a word.

Bear slowly closed his eyes and his body fell on his back. His huge frame landed on the soil with a loud thud, but the slight pain it caused didn’t bother him. Bear simply lay flat on the ground, reopening his eyes as he stared at the gray sky.

Hera had been a significant part of their lives. To others, she was an exceptional leader, deserving of the world’s respect. But to some, she was their world. Her burial was supposed to bring closure and farewell, but it didn’t. Not even a bit. The act of burying her simply created a moment forever etched in the memory of everyone present.

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