For I Am A Side Character - 144: An Angel's Rageful Hate.

Holding me close with her tears and grip clinging to my clothes, I looked to her in a delicate way. I felt her pain as if it were my own…our body synced together, our pain synced together…

And time passed for minutes that I could care less to count…all that I cared for was her, and how I could respond to the pain she felt knowing that I was taken away from this world once. To lose someone was painful…to know that I made someone feel pain at the lost of my life, I couldn’t help but take in this responsibility.

But as the minutes passed, I soon came to look back at the reality of things. I had a few problems to fix at that very moment. So I had to let her go for only a moment as well.

I had the time to process…no, to realize my death, but she didn’t. So she took longer to accept my return. I know she wouldn’t let go that easily…but problems needed to be fix.

And I let her be for a moment…giving her the freedom to act like such, she spoiled herself of my return.

And as she clung to me with no intention of letting go, I turned my gaze towards Jason…

He was breathing heavily…and from how his breath of voice was let out, I could tell that he was tired, he was coarse like sand paper…tired from screaming through the times I returned from death.

“…How are you feeling Jason?” I asked him.

“…It hurts…it hurts so much.” he said with a voice so shrill from screaming.

“Tell me what happened. Why are you here? And why are you in pain?” I asked even though I know the context of what had happened.

“…She came and she put me in this stupid curse! I was too stupid to think things through…and she got the better of me.” he screamed with a hint of anger in his tone. It was clear that whoever it was that put him in such a situation, he despised her.

“…Who was it and what did she do?” I asked, knowing clearly who it was.

“A woman…no, A FUCKING FALLEN ANGEL!!”

“…” I looked to him, staring with the intent to be understanding…to have empathy towards his pain. But all he gave in return was anger…

“She was all black!! and she came to me to convince me to be some fucking main character!! Like we were in some stupid story written by god!? It’s stupid…now that I’m saying it out loud, it all sounds pretty fucking stupid!! ….and I’m stupid to believe her words!”

Hearing him say that, it was clear that Adifer must have revealed a little bit of truth in the reality of this world to Jason, the main protagonist. I don’t know why she would do something like this, but it’s clear that she intends to move things forward with Jason at the head of all things.

“…How is this curse causing you pain?”

“It’s more than that…I don’t know how to explain it, but it similar to a system mechanic you find in games. It tells me to do something as a mission and I go out there to do it until I complete it…if I fail, it punishes me. This is just my first mission and already, that bitch wants me to do something so fucking cruel!! she had me on a fucking leash!”

“What did she made you do?”

“…” as I asked Jason that question, he turned his gaze towards the unharmed infant that was found on the stone slab beside Jason.

The infant was filled with pipes and wires going in and through it’s body…

It was a horrid sight.

And seeing it be so, I looked back to Jason and saw his eyes.

He was strong enough to go against the system that Adifer placed on him…but now, he was looking more terrified than before.

“…What is it telling you now?” I asked as I could tell that as of that moment, the system was probably telling Jason to continue on with the mission.

And its possible that if he doesn’t go through with it, he’ll be punished twice or maybe more than his first punishment.

“…Please…help me.” and as soon as he asked for my help, something happened to him.

The second he spoke those words, he suddenly went into a spiral of pain.

“AaaaghhHHHH!!!!”

And he fell straight to his knees and on the floor.

The system placing the punishment on him wasn’t being lenient at all…

And seeing him suffer, I needed to end it fast.

As quick as I could, I used God’s will on Jessica to put her to sleep.

Right now, she doesn’t have the capability to think straight or to even fight…she’s in too much of a shock about my return.

Putting her to sleep is the best way to give me room to fix things.

As I placed God’s will on her and she fell asleep, I placed her on the floor and casted a barrier around her for protection.

She was sleeping so peacefully, I didn’t want to bother her from what was about to happen.

And now with her placed to the side, I put all my focus on the problem at hand.

Knowing this was Adifer’s doing…it was only right that she answers for the problems she made.

“…Adifer, come out.” as I called her name, not to my surprise, she walked out of the shadow like a damned ghost.

With her wings spread out for me to see, she looked to me not with a smile, but instead with a frown. Rather than being playful, she looked anxious. Like that of a guilty person.

“What do you have to say for yourself?” I asked her.

But in return, she only scowled at me like I was dirt to her.

“Shut it.” she said with a spiteful tone.

“…Are you surprised that I came back?” I said in return.

“I don’t understand why you returned…why you!? A failure! You should have been dead!”

“From the way you said it, it seems like you knew that I was about to die. Did you saw my death coming?”

“No, no I didn’t expect that you would lose your life this early on the progression of this story…but it shouldn’t matter. You failed a mission given by father, so that shouldn’t give you the right to return!!”

“Why? Why do you hate me for such a thing?” I asked.

“Because you’re a failure!! and failures should just rot away in hell! Nothing else matters other than winning! Other than advancing towards the right path! And to fail is to be nothing! You are nothing! And you should have remained nothing!!”

“Why are you so angry? I thought that you, out of all the fallen angels, would know what it would  mean to be a composed character…I never expected you to be so worked up about a mistake. You called yourself God’s favorite daughter, so why are you acting like this?” I asked out of pure curiosity.

“Names…titles, the things he said to me only matter when I have something to show for it. But for you who hasn’t done anything worth a damn. The mistake you made! What you failed to do was as crucial as anything worth the heavens above!! you were the anomaly…everything you do hangs to be a life changing moment for the fate of this world…for the fate of everything that father has created! But because you failed, it all fell apart! A mistake! Your mistake hinges on the fate of this world! Of course I would be angry!!”

“…”

“Failures made by your hand would mean nothing but a wronged world…and because you failed, I can’t trust you to do anything anymore.”

“…”

“You’re incompetent.” she said with such spite on her tongue.

“…It’s a mistake I’ll never forget. I understand this failure…and I’ll take it to my grave when the time comes, but other than that, what you’re doing doesn’t give you the right to be so awful to Jason. Whatever it is, take it way from him now.” I said with authority.

“I’m doing what I can out of the respect of my father…for everything he has done for this world. Even if it means for someone to suffer, if it all ends up for the greater good, then I won’t be talked out of this decision.” she said with a stern face.

“This isn’t what he wants…God…our father sent me back out of faith…despite my failures, he looked at me with more hope than I can ever expect. And the first thing he called me to do was to call you out. To stop you! So please, stop this!”

“…Khk, no! I will not!”

“Sister! Please stop this!” I said as I hope to end this conflict with words alone.

“Don’t call me that…you don’t have the right to call me your sister!” as she screamed in denial, she flapped her wings about and flew at me with the intention to attack me.

But as she did, I manifested a shield out of God’s will and stopped her at her tracks.

*Thud!*

Face to face, we looked at each other in the eye.

And from it, I could see the fear in her eyes…

“God made me his son…he made me to be your brother…and that gives me enough right to stand in your way.” I said.

“…” she stood silent as I said those words.

She knew all to well just what it means to be made a son or daughter in the direct hands of God.

If she denies that fact, she denies God…her father.

“…Why you?” she said as her voice and entire body shook.

“I don’t know…I was ready to meet my end, but our father stopped me. He gave me a second chance.”

As I spoke then, I could feel her strength slowly drifting away.

She didn’t want to fight anymore.

And from that, I responded kindly.

I dropped my shield, and looked to her with the hope that she would understand.

But I was wrong.

Out of nowhere, she swung her hand so fast, I could barely comprehend it.

*BooM!*

The entire factory shook as my face and her hand met.

Yet as it met my face, I came to realize that it didn’t hurt so much.

“…” I stood my ground as she was seen in shock of finding me unharmed.

“…” and as we looked at each other again, she quickly took a step back.

“…I knew it…I thought I had it wrong, but no.”

“…Adifer.”

“…” she struggled to look me in the eye out of hate, but she stared anyway as if I was a mistake made in this world.

“Please, stop this. Calm down. I don’t want to hurt you.” I said as I looked to her again…not willing to be swayed with the desire to attack her.

“…you’re just like him.”

“Adifer.”

“…You’re just like…him.” her voice was shaking at the mention of this ‘him’ person. I did not know who she was referring to, I could see that her expression changed all too well when she couldn’t hurt me in the slightest. She must have realized something, because by the next moment,  something manifested beneath her feet.

Black feathers suddenly came about like a twisting storm and it swallowed her whole. And as soon as it did, she disappeared along with it.

She left everything as it was.

She ran away as she said those words.

Meanwhile, Jason was still screaming in pain. His curse was not taken away along with Adifer’s disappearance.

Leaving me stunned.

In the end, I had to fix this problem on my own.

So when it was just me and him left awake in this dark cold room, I turned to him to finally settle the issue.

“…Jason, you need to tell me how to stop this. Tell me how I can help you.” I said as I knelled beside him while he was shaking in pain.

“..Khk-….T-the child….she wanted me to kill the child!” he said with every gathered strength he had while he was in agony.

And as he spoke his answer, I looked to the child that was on the stone slab.

“…I can’t believe this.”

Adifer’s intentions were to get rid of the Red Factory…

I know for a fact that from my knowledge, Red Factories were operated by a source of control under the balance of an innocent soul. An Innocent Soul was what kept the entire factory from falling apart. The child that was found on the stone slab reflected half of the entire factory…if it were killed, the entire factory will cease to function, but it won’t fall apart.

I used to think demons were just born out of malice, that they crawled out of the abyss fully formed, twisted things with nothing but destruction in their minds. But I was wrong.

The truth is much worse.

Red Factories—they don’t just build armies. They breed them, mold them, shape them from something pure into something monstrous. But for all the horrors they produce, they need one thing to keep running: an Innocent Soul. One single, untainted soul, trapped at the very heart of it all, keeping the whole nightmare from collapsing under its own corruption.

A factory like that shouldn’t function. It’s too chaotic, too full of raw, unfiltered evil. It could tear itself apart the moment it starts churning out those horrors. But the Demon King, in all his wicked brilliance, found the perfect solution—balance. The purest innocence, bound in suffering, stabilizing the filth and madness so the process can continue.

The child, the one lying on that stone slab, isn’t the power source. It’s the anchor. The foundation. Without them, the factory doesn’t fall—it just stops. No more demons spilling out. No more endless war machines marching from the abyss. The gears jam, the tendrils freeze, the birthing vats grow silent. But it doesn’t end—not completely. Because these things, these Red Factories, are alive in their own way. They can search, they can reach, and when their anchor is lost, they send out those cursed tendrils, slithering through the world in search of another innocent soul to claim.

That’s why just killing the child isn’t enough. Destroy the soul, and the factory stops. Destroy the factory, and the soul is left to be found again. But destroy both—burn the flesh and the spirit together—and only then does the nightmare finally end.

Looking at the innocent child that was dragged into such a miserable fate, I couldn’t help but feel so sick to the reality of what it must be feeling.

The moment I stared at it pitiful state, I couldn’t help but walk to it with fear placed on my heart.

‘How could someone do this to a child?’ as I asked myself this…

I instinctively reached my hand forward.

And as soon as I came to touch its skin, something happened to me that connected me to the sight of the child’s soul.

I didn’t know what happened, but I found myself in a void that I knew reflected the child’s soul.

Even without any knowledge of it, I knew…for some reason, I knew…

Before me, in the voids of it’s soul I saw the child…yet it was found lying on the bottom of the void…

it’s skin was paler than before…his skin was transparent for me to see his organs gently beating and moving to the order of his heart. He was barely breathing…barely alive to keep itself from dying out of the conditions of where it was.

No pipes were found embedded into his flesh…no wires connecting to his head…but the pain and loneliness it felt…I also felt it. It was like our hearts were connected.

He was there…sleeping so peacefully like he was inside a forever dream.

Seeing him in such a state, I couldn’t help but cry…

“Khk…A child should never experience something this horrible…how could someone do this to something so innocent.” I said as tears began to fall again.

Hate grew inside me for the person responsible for this incident.

Hate…

Fury…

Anguish…

Every human emotion that connects to the feeling of hate was made in my heart in that moment.

And there was only one person to blame…

But blaming someone wouldn’t solve the issue at hand.

The wrongs had to be right…

And there was only one way for things to be finally made right…

To kill the child.

But killing the child just as Adifer isn’t something I desired. I’m not so desperate for things to fall that way all so that a single right is made. It isn’t right…not in the slightest…not for the child who’s suffered for so long.

“…I don’t want to take your life away like you’re some kind of criminal…you’re innocent in all this. Both your soul and body. You were just dragged into this fate just as I have…everything may seem unfair, but no more…I won’t let you feel this way anymore. I won’t let you feel lonely anymore…no more pain, no more anguish…its time to give you a proper end.”

As I said those words, I came forward to the child, and embraced him as if he as my own flesh and blood…

I didn’t know what I was doing…I only let my emotions control my actions at that very moment…

And as I did, my desire responded clearly onto the influence of the abilities gifted to me by my father.

So dearly did I wished for this child to be taken away and be given mercy…

And like so, the child was covered with a golden light…his light shined in the void of where I stood…like a candle standing in a dark room, he’s shining light was an ever gleaming hope that I found my heart to be calmed about.

It’ pale flesh and transparent skin…turned pink and flush. I could hear it’s heart beat louder than ever before…

And the smile he made…the smile he showed…

It brought tears to my eyes like never before.

“God…our father will finally give you rest.”

And to my words, his spirit finally passed.

I knew for a fact that he was received kindly into the heavenly kingdom.

To this action, to the release of all his loneliness and pain, I was brought back into reality.

And as I turned my head towards the stone slab, the child was no longer there. Both his flesh and soul were redeemed.