" Let love be genuine. Abhor what is evil; hold fast to what is good. Love one another with brotherly affection. Outdo one another in showing honor. "

- Romans 12:9-10 (ESV)

After being pacified by his parents and the dark angel, Amnon brought his pet Flerken, Yuri and walked with him around the mansion's hallway and the stairs as the people had come and gone. Then, he saw a familiar elderly person who was talking to another mutant who was once a slave in the Marseilles Slave Den. Amnon waited for him to finish talking. Vandark looked at his younger friend as he was done talking to the other mutant. Then, he intensely gazed at the pink Kree making him feel like he was getting scanned.

" Something is bothering you isn't it? " the paranormal scientist asked. " Why don't we find a quiet place to talk? "

" Dr. Vandark, can I go to your room? " Amnon asked and carried his pet, feeling uncomfortable to talk to some people.

Vandark nodded and pulled a packet of hot chocolate out of his shirt pocket and a mug from a nearby desk. Then, he filled it with hot water from a bubbler and mixed the packet handing the mug to his younger friend. The two men headed into the stairs, going up. Amnon and his Flerken joined with him. Vandark opened the door and turned on the lights. It was partly a bedroom and a library.

" I have never seen this room changed in six months that I have been enslaved, " he commented.

" You missed a lot of things. I am sure you can catch up for the lost times, " the elderly paranormal scientist assured.

Vandark walked over to a nearby desk and opened the top drawer pulling out black chalk that gave off an evil vibe. He then began drawing a circle on the wall, " Venfer jintaru vinfinaric " (Portal, I ask of you take me home.). The circle glowed revealing a church like room.

" What's this? " he curiously asked and tilted his head.

" A place to chat about secret stuff, " the elderly man chuckled. " Welcome to Spirit Bastion."

" Right... " he nodded and found a seat as his Flerken sat beside him. " There's something I want to talk about after I spent resting for 3 days. I had a dream of going to America and talked to a deceased person who showed up and cried for help. I really don't know how I could help him. He told me he was once a slave for Kasius like I was before. He died of experimentation and couldn't remember where he was going and what happened to him. "

Vandark raised an eyebrow and queried, " Did the contact mention what kind of experimentation? "

" He didn't mention exactly, but all I knew he was a tourney slave. He just ended up confronting the overlord, " Amnon answered with concern and gently rubbed Yuri's tangerine fur. " I really need to speak to that slave, please. Perhaps, he has more something to say before he crosses over. "

" A contact from beyond, huh? " Vandark mused as a hand landed on Amnon's left shoulder making him jump.

" My ears are burning, " said an Asian accent as a cloaked monk walked up out of the shadows.

Vandark smiled and introduced the newcomer to his younger Kree friend," Just who I was looking for. Amnon meet Hear Evil, a monk and seer into the great beyond. He can help you more than I. "

" Oh, right. It's nice to meet you. By the way, I don't have powers yet, but why I was able to see ghosts? " the pink Kree man asked.

Vandark answered and smiled, " Anyone can see ghosts if they try. Tell me have you ever seen whisper agents like Grim Reaper like figures or people no one else seems to be able to see? "

" No, it's just a person himself. "

" Can you tell me anything else about the dream a location exact or music in background? "

" Washington DC, it's an abandoned building. There were no music, but mice, cats, and some insects. The slave was from New York. He's a lost soul. "

Hear Evil nodded his hood falling off revealing his stitched mouth and blind eyes. He answered, " I thought I sensed a troubled aura in the headquarters somewhere. So, Jusis, who is the young man with a faint scent of psychic energy? "

" Ah, yes. I haven't mentioned his complete name. My bad, " Vandark replied. " This is Amnon Montmartre. He seeks for your assistance, my great one. "

" Pleasure to meet you, sir, " Amnon respectfully bowed at the blind man. " I need your help. "

" I hear something in you....earn...me...earn me? Tell me is your body....new...? " Hear Evil inquisitively asked.

" Yes...sir...." the pink Kree nervously added. " H-How did you know? "

" Your body told me. I can hear things others can not. It seems to be adjusting to what remains silent though." Hear Evil responded smiling. " On a quest for answers, are we? Well, you're in the right place, young one."

" Another man of my age who recently passed away appeared to my dreams, " Amnon calmly said. " His name is Isamu Belitrov. "

" Isamu Belitrov, the recently deceased. Hey, didn't Death and Company say he was missing from the pick up spot? " Hear evil whispered to Vandark who nodded in agreement.

" Yeah, put on the lost soul list...hmmm. See Evil should look into this, " the elderly paranormal scientist whispered back.

" Is he still here? " the pink Kree asked.

" Yes, " Hear Evil nodded in reply. " But you may have to wait for about twenty minutes. He is finishing his meditation in the Heavenly Dais room."

" I also need to speak to Amelie Glénat. My master must be worried for her. "

Vandark pulled a dusty sheet off a familiar looking mirror as colors swirled within revealing a hooded man. Then, he spoke and became too disoriented, " Dear Heavens?! What year is it? How long was I off?"

" This is year 2069. We are approaching year 2070 in five days, " Vandark answered and sadly sighed. " It's almost fifty-two years of global hardship from the Kree and Lizards. "

" So, you use me only when the earth is in trouble, huh?! GREAT!! " the figured angrily crossed his arms and replied pouting. " No Hi Gantos, how are you today? I may be a magic mirror but I have feelings you know. "

Amnon exclaimed in shock and saw the man coming out of the mirror, " Who the heck is this guy?! I don't think I meet you! "

Vandark chuckled, " Relax, Amnon! He's a friend! He's not going to hurt you! "

" Are you sure, Dr. Vandark?! "

" Of course! "

" Chill, I'm not going to bite you, lad! " Gantos intently looked at Amnon and loudly laughed. " Ah-ha you're his son! I really though so. Your aura is similar beyond words. I owe your father a lot for turning me back on. "

" Son?! " Amnon exclaimed. " Did you know him? "

Gantos was about to speak-up and felt interrupted when Yuri the Flerken meowed at his Kree father and circled around him and the mirror like figure. Then, he greeted No Hi Gantos and purred. Amnon instantly carried his feline son and gently rubbed his back.

" I'm sorry if Yuri bothers you. He has been always like that when I found and took care of him. "

" Mrrow.... " Yuri greeted.

" A Flerken, huh? Odd, they look different than I remember. Weren't they a four legged medium-sized alien that made loud barking sounds? " Gantos mused in surprise.

" Four legged feline aliens, yes. No, they don't really bark. "

" The former Kree-SCP hybrid child is fond of pets, " Vandark chuckled and saw the pink Kree carrying the Flerken. " It's a part of his mental and psychosocial recovery and development when I met him. "

" Except that he can release his tendrils for his attack to engulf the enemies."

" So, this version eats things, not duplicating them? Right! " Gantos asked confused and scratched his head. " This universe is weird. "

" Yes, I found him in a French town and took him here. He likes to teleport a lot, " Amnon rubbed Yuri's head and returned to the topic. " So, you met my father before? "

" Ah, right yes. I was shut off in the year 54 HW by my former user Dewitz. Your father activated me by accident during an invasion of some kind. Hey, did you guys know there is an Inhuman in this universe that does the same job as me? Calls himself the Watcher. We have been talking turns out we both only observe, but I see different stuff than him which opens up interesting conversation, " Gantos said in a happy tone.

" Really? " Amnon curiously raised his eyebrows.

" Well, speaking of an Inhuman, " Vandark raised his hand. " Amnon has spoken of a deceased slave who appeared in his dream. It's really an unfortunate fate that he ended up. "

" Well, the Inhuman is technically not deceased, more like trapped between walls. It's hard to explain. "

" Not deceased?! No, no, it's not the one who you are referring to. His name is Isamu Belitrov, " Amnon seriously corrected. " I saw him pale looking and bleeding. He was in chains when I met him. He's crying for help as he turned out to be a lost soul. He passed away by Kree Experimentation in New York. That's why I need to speak to him. I just found out he was a slave just like me. "

" I can see all, young man. Are you doubting my all mighty vision?! " Gantos squinted his eyes and sighed. " Alright, let me break it down. Yes, his body is dead, but he did not make it to death. Do you know how many dimensions there are between the living world and death? About three. One of which is the dream realm. So him talking in your dreams makes sense. Good news we can save him still. Since he is connected to you, that's a good sign. It tethers him to here."

" You can save Isamu? How? His body was no longer with him?! "

" Ah, yes, Bad phrasing. I meant we can save his soul. His body is gone, but we can at least get him to the afterlife. " Gantos corrected his statement and shrugged. " Better than being lost in that nightmare of a place, you know what I mean. "

" That's why I need to speak to him, maybe he can remember what happened after he died, " the pink Kree replied with concern.

" Exactly, perhaps, if you can see what happened to Mr. Belitrov's post mortem scenario, " Vandark added and gave Gantos a suggestive look.

" I already know what happens the body is gone. L-like as, in not where it should be. Almost like, it's still moving. N-now, tell me, D -do bodies usually move without souls on this p-planet? " he shakingly asked in fear.

" Perhaps, let me try, " Hear Evil replied and touched the mirror, showing a scene when Isamu confronted Kasius and his cohorts. Amnon, Vandark, and Gantos watched the violent death of the Inhuman as the Kree scientist injected him a mysterious compound and threw a terrigen crystal. The deceased Inhuman's body cocooned and broke the solid rocks, transforming him into a mad monster. The blue Kree tyrant was talking to the abomination. " See? Now, this is what exactly happened."

" That monster in my dream..." Amnon surmised in fear. " Kasius let Isamu die and turned him into a monster by his second terrigenesis! "

" That's mad! " Vandark exclaimed. " He has no respect for the deceased! That madman must be stopped!! "

The mirror showed the deceased Inhuman's body moving around in a dark tunnel its creepy body clacking it's nails on abandoned scraps of metal.

" This is him, right?! Cheese, this is creeping me out! "

The abomination murdered another American Rebel Forces and MTF Troopers on the tunnel as Amnon asked, " What place is that? "

" A4 West. It says on the tunnel wall and something in German. My signal is weakening. It must be deep down." Gantos remarked. " Looks abandoned though for awhile in fact."

" German? " Vandark looked at the pink Kree. " Can you read one? "

" No, " Amnon nodded.

" Wait, is that an underground tunnel in Washington DC just below the abandoned German Embassy building? " Hear Evil scratched his chin and found the place familar.

" Washington DC? "

" Yep, I believe it's in the United States. "

Gantos shivered, " Lots of evil things are happening in those tunnels. Good luck, men."

" I believe Skóuro mentioned to me of going there aside from that dream, " the Kree replied. " I will be assigned there before the Facility and Base in Paris resumes in operation. My family will go there along with me. "

Vandark turned to Hear Evil, " Is Curse Eater back from Egypt?"

The cloaked monk nodded, " Yep, got back from stopping that mummy resurrection, last Tuesday. "

" Look, I think I knew what to do, " Amnon replied. " But I need to speak Isamu and Amelie first before leaving Rouen, can you guys help me, please? "

" The best place to contact the beyond is the Heavenly Dais room. See and Speak Evil just telepathically asked me to bring you there, Amnon. Follow me, " Hear Evil spoke, gesturing the Kree to the stairs.

" Thank you, " the Kree nodded.

Hear Evil led Amnon up a set of wooden stairs as they went up the rails went from wood to silver then from silver to gold. The walls became bright white puffy clouds as the stairs gave off sounds like an electric piano. Amnon saw a dark tunnel beyond the white puffy clouds and walked across, recalling of his first death. Then, he reached a dark void full of stars and galaxies. He saw the two souls from a distance. The first soul was a man who appeared in his dream. The second one was a woman who remained in a sitting position at Zero Gravity.

" Hello? " he called the two souls. " Are you with See and Speak Evil? "

" We have been waiting for you. It's hard to reach you outside your dreams, but here the connection is pretty solid, mon'amie, " a female soul calmly spoke with a smooth French accent. Amnon recognized that voice as he was surprised to see her younger and healthier form with a long curly scarlet locks. " Bonjour, monsieur Amnon! "

" Mademoiselle Amelie? " the pink Kree politely asked. " Is that you? "

" Oui! In the well...not quite flesh...." Amelie laughed. " Are you happy to see me? "

" You look more beautiful and vivid than the last time, I saw you. "

" D'accord. It's just this world gives a fresh start, but I had a radical and brutal transition before reaching here. "

Hear Evil smiled as he walked over and turned to Amnon, " They have been helping us track other spirits for work. This lovely woman has a strong will and sharp mind."

Amnon recalled of his father's grief over a dear friend and sadly sighed, " I'm sorry that Old Methu didn't spare you from that mad accuser. It's just that he's worried for me and anyone else..."

" I appreciated your thoughtfulness and works in avenging my demise from the mad monster, but I did not like the way you put yourself into danger three days ago. Your friends and family were worried that you died, " she sadly sighed. " I knew why Selah had predicted it. It's because he cares for you, just like he cared for me."

" Je suis, desolé, mademoiselle, " Amnon bowed his head to his dismay.

" Je t'ai pardonné, mon jeune amie. " Amelie sincerely smiled and turned to Hear Evil. " Monsieur, should we let Amnon speak to this other young man beside me? "

Amnon looked at Isamu who was still in handcuffs and sadly sighed. He was waiting for Hear Evil's instructions before talking to the soul beside Amelie. Isamu sadly looked at Hear Evil and thought of speaking to Amnon.

" Well, aren't you going to talk to the young master? " the hooded monk gestured to Isamu pointing to Amnon. " We haven't much time till nights end. "

" Did you find what happened to me? " he asked.

" I'm sorry. You body had gone into a second terrigenesis, " Amnon explained. " You were experimented. "

Isamu angrily clenched his fists and gritted his teeth. Hear Evil noticed the Japanese-Russian man's fury. Amnon sadly sighed and heard him ranting in both languages. Amelie tried to calm down, but he was raging.

" Monsieur, calm down! " she exclaimed in worry. " You're no longer on Earth! "

" I DON'T CARE! IF ONLY I COULD HAVE DONE MY PART TO TAKE DOWN THOSE DAMN PESTS!! " Isamu growled and bitterly wept. " THAT'S WHY I ASKED SOMEONE TO BRING ME INTO JUSTICE! "

" Ah, good! All three of us have arrived at Heavenly Dais! " said another Asian accent as Speak and See Evil arrived out of the shadows. " Belitrov-san, was it? "

" He's not emotionally feeling well, messieurs, " Amelie sighed as she gently patted the Japanese-Russian soul.

Speak Evil held up an envelope so white it hurt Amnon's eyes like a bright light, " Your demeanor may change, my dead friend."

" Too bright! Too bright! " the pink Kree exclaimed and covered his eyes.

Isamu was in tears as he knelt down as he couldn't take the news. Speak Evil opened the envelope and removed an old but official looking scroll.

" What if we told you revenge could be had if but with a temporary gift? " he asked.

Amnon opened his eyes and stood up, " I'll be doing this for Isamu...I don't have powers like my master and my mother. Please let him rest in peace and have his new life in your world. "

Isamu looked at the pink Kree and listened as he was still weeping, " Amnon, you're going to help me? "

" Yes, I can't break that promise to you, comrade, " Amnon sincerely smiled.

Speak Evil pointed to what looked like a blank human shell and explained, " I was going to offer a chance to be a whisper in our world again for three days to help us track your on the lamb body.I do not always get permission to use a shell."

" No, I'd better to do this on behalf, but I think I have an idea and proposal, " the pink Kree snapped his finger. " I need Isamu's soul with me to bring him into my mission until we track down that abomination in America and let him free. If you may, he can possess my body as long as he needs to. "

Hear evil smiled and commented, " You good friend. Then, you will need a double helix bracelet. Actually, we keep them downstairs. A spirit can normally possess a body without one but if a helix bracelet is worn you two can share your powers no matter who is running show. "

" Right. Perhaps, I'll be using it to get him back for the meantime. " he said. " Well, I wish I have the ability to break off those bands from him. "

Jusis Vandark stroked his chin thoughtfully and also noticed the former slave's cuffs, " Yes, I've been meaning to ask the other young man. What's up with the cuffs? "

" I died with these..." Isamu sadly bowed his head.

Amnon noticed the same inhibitor from Isamu as he recalled his slave den days, " Right....I know how that feels...." Then, he turned his attention to his elderly friend, " Dr. Vandark, Isamu and I were slaves before. I guess it's time for him to get rid of those stuff. "

See Evil smirked , " I see. Young man. Your inhibitor is not real in your current state. You should be able to remove it with sheer will. It is a reflection of your current state of mind. Simply, it will be removed."

" Isamu, you told me that you were once an Inhuman, " Amnon added. " You're free, but not yet totally. I know you would try to use your powers. "

Isamu looked at the two men and concentrated to use his remaining powers as he angrily grimaced and slowly broke off the chains and inhibitor. Finally, he was able to remove them and got astonished.

" I...did... it?! " he widened his eyes in shock.

" See? " the pink Kree sincerely smiled. " I knew you can do it. That's why I'm bringing you along with me before letting you go into this place. "

The deceased Inhuman wept for joy, happily exclaimed, and bowed at them," Spasiba! Domo Arigatou gozaimasu! Thank you! "

" I guess this is a good idea, " Vandark looked at the three soul watchers and Amelie.

" It is, " the Frenchwoman nodded.

" I think, it's about time to return, you both, " Hear Evil snapped his fingers and made this place disappear in the sight of Amnon and Dr. Vandark.

The two men ended up in the same room where they remained. Yuri the Flerken purred and walked in circles at them. The elderly paranormalist looked at the time and noticed it was 7:30 in the evening. Amnon saw the dark night sky from the window.

" Dr. Vandark, how long we have been there? " he asked.

" Two hours and twenty five minutes. "

" Wait, what?! It's already supper! Cheese, I could have..."

" No worries, Amnon. I hope we can catch up and chow down some leftovers. "

" Right, " the pink Kree nodded in agreement and noticed a strange looking bracelet on his right wrist. The gem was glowing which it contained Isamu's soul. Then, he thought and sighed, " Welcome back for a while, Isamu. "

(Later that evening)

As Amnon finished eating supper and washing the dishes, he spent alone stargazing on the rooftop in the slightly cold winter breeze. He was in awe and seeing the cloudly velvet arm of the Milky Way Galaxy which it was surrounded with myriad of radiant stars. He sighed in relief and saw his pet flerken sleeping beside him.

" I wonder if I could go around the Milky Way with a spacecraft. How long it would take there? " he thought and gently rubbed his pet's furry back. " If Yuri could talk, he could tell me everything. "

Then, he noticed the bracelet glowing a silvery-white light and said, " You too, Isamu. You can't wait to get freed, I take it? No worries, we'll get that monster who stole your body. Then, you'll be going and strolling around the Milky Way, very soon. "

" Are you talking to yourself or to your pet Flerken? " a soft and cheery female voice echoed.

Amnon got startled and recognized the voice who caught his attention. It revealed to be an angel with blackened wings and long wavy hair. Skoúro descended from the sky and instantly sat beside Yuri and Amnon.

" Skoúro, I don't expect you to be here! " the pink Kree exclaimed and paused. " I thought..."

" I'm gonna be fine, Amnon, " she cheerfully spoke. " Don't worry, I never see anyone who tried to infiltrated this place. Tell me, you're..."

" ...Sleepless? " he continued the thought and nodded. " Yeah, pretty much. Mom just asked me to get some sleep, but I want to see the winter Milky Way at the moment. "

" Right. Then, are you talking to an imaginary friend? "

" Imaginary friend?! Me, having that?! " Amnon dubiously repeated and then laughed. " How am I gonna have an imaginary friend? I don't see myself doing that. "

" I saw you talking to him or her! "

Amnon blushed and facepalmed to his embarrassment. His angelic friend softly chuckled at him and noticed a bracelet on his right wrist. The gem glew harder which Skoúro sensed an aura inside it.

" What's that? " she curiously asked.

" You mean this one? " the pink Kree replied and showed the double helix bracelet as he slightly folded his right sleeve. " Someone just let me borrow this for a while when I reached the boundary of the Afterlife. "

" You have been there? "

" For around two hours. This thing has a soul of a deceased Inhuman slave who cried for help, " he seriously answered. " The man who I saw from my dream this afternoon. Look, I'm sorry if I..."

" Amnon, I don't mean to judge you, but I have to ask about that dead person, " Skoúro answered intrigued.

" Go on. "

" How did he die? "

" Untimely skirmish from his handlers. "

" Then, what happened to his body? "

" The Kree made him into a monster through second terrigenesis. Isamu's soul was crying for justice, " Amnon sadly sighed when the gem on the bracelet turned dim.

" I think he's really bothered about it, " she commented and asked. " Is that his name? "

" Yeah...his name is Isamu Belitrov, a poor lost soul, " Amnon looked at the bracelet's gem and said. " Isamu, perhaps you should show up and meet my friend here. "

The gem glew harder in a radiant silvery white light as Skoúro became startled. The spirit showed the two images of his previous life: memories of growing up in Siberia. The dark angel was interested and intently eyed on the late Isamu Belitrov's experiences. He lived peacefully as a nomad and a farmer which he tended animals and harvested for grains somewhere in Siberia. Then, another image flashed which it showed the violent deaths of his family along with his sudden capture to St. Petersburg. Skoúro sadly sighed and saw how Isamu had been within the slave den. The images described his harshest conditions as a labourer and a tourney slave until his time of death in New York. The gem ceased to glow when Amnon looked at his angelic friend.

" My...he had seen the worst things just like you experienced, " she commented and silently wept. " I'm sorry for what happened to him..."

Amnon's bracelet glew harder, turned to her, and said, " I think he's saying that you don't need to apologize. It's not even your fault. Those things had happened. It's too late to go back in time and change your fate. "

" If only we can do something to let him free for good. "

" Well, I decided to help him by taking down that abomination if we see one in America, " Amnon replied. " Then, I will let him go for good. "

" That's a very noble thing to do for a deceased person, " she sincerely smiled.

" I'm just doing this as a favor from him. "

Amnon's bracelet glew again, but brighter than before. Skoúro instantly closed her eyes which she couldn't stand the intensity of the bracelet's light. The pink Kree chuckled and gently covered the gem with his left hand. The dark angel sighed in relief.

" Why is he doing that? " she asked.

" It's his way of communicating and being thankful, " Amnon replied. " No worries, he will be out of this planet very soon when his unfinished business is over. "

" I hope so..."

Amnon covered his mouth and yawned, " Anyways, I'm going to get some shut eye. Goodnight, Skoúro. "

" Goodnight, Amnon, " she smiled and watched him carrying his sleeping flerken, returning to the mansion.

Skoúro slowly ascended a few inches above the rooftop and enjoyed seeing the nebulous velvet side of the galaxy. She smiled in awe and sighed when she saw the sea of stars scattered throughout the void. Going above the mansion, she noticed an old blue skinned man with a long silvery white ponytailed locks hovering and sightseeing at the Milky Way Galaxy's arm.

" It seems you have enjoyed your conversation with my son, " the Kree Eternal calmly broke his silence.

" He seemed to be determined to help someone before he leaves this planet, " Skoúro answered. " I hope Amnon could do it. "

" He has been always like that during the invasion. "

" How did you know? "

" I have used my Cosmic Awareness and followed him wherever he went, even I spent my life in disguises and busied myself helping the people here. "

" That must be too complicated for you to do that Old Methu, " Skoúro said with concern. " You look after your son despite this unending onslaught. "

" Definitely, that makes myself as an absentee parent from the very beginning, " Methu-Selah sadly sighed. " I could have done the right thing in taking and raising him, instead of watching him getting tortured in that facility. "

" You were always concerned about him ever since, " she replied and gently held the Kree Eternal's left hand. " Still, you managed to search and followed him. Now, you have reunited and remained as a father and master to him. "

" But he never knew I am his real father all through out. "

" Did you even try to tell him? "

" I have tried, but I'm not prepared to disclose. "

" Why is that? "

" I have predicted a scenario which he will despise me as his father, " he sadly sighed. " As much as I want to tell him, we would end up arguing. "

" Amnon's Daddy Issues? I don't think so," Skoúro sweetly smiled and chuckled.

" What do you have in mind, then? " Methu-Selah curiously asked and tilted his head.

" Amnon and I had talk this afternoon, " the dark angel replied. " He started to ask questions about your life and wanted to know more about you. "

" He always does that to me. We always talk of a lot of things. That young Kree has been so awfully chatty to me ever since I encountered him in Ethiopia more than a year ago. "

" Maybe as his master, not as his real father. "

" Oh..." the Kree Eternal paused and nodded. " Right. Do tell. "

Skoúro recalled the conversation from the pink Kree this afternoon which it had something to do about talking to his father. She tried to keep it word by word and snapped her fingers. The Kree Eternal waited for her to speak up and became interested to hear more from her.

" I'll try my best on this one. Here it goes, " she said and cleared her throat. " Hi, Dad. It's been a very long while since I met you in person. You know, I was so mad at you for not seeing each other nor crossing our paths in several decades. I could have cursed and despised you, but you have your own reasons. I guess that's not the right way to do it once I learned that you're my real father. Every time I met a lot of people before, they told me that I was far off from that indestructible lizard and mentioned I took more of your genes than his, especially that blue blood we both carry. Until now, they're still telling me the same comment. "

Methu-Selah slightly smiled at Skoúro and continued listening. Yet, he sensed something bittersweet when he sadly bowed his head and sighed. Calling him 'Dad' in the message was too loving and uplifting to him which he was engaged to hear more. Amnon usually addressed him as 'master' which the Kree Eternal had imposed for his faithful servant and student as a sign of reverence. Methu-Selah wished to tell his son as soon as possible before he would kick the bucket. This time, he was silently weeping and tuning to the dark angel.

" Dad, I have tons of questions to ask you and so many stories to tell you. I wish we have the most time to spend sharing with each other and learning more from you. Maybe when this invasion is over, mom and I will be living in peace. I hope you can join us for sure and catch up from the lost times. Honestly, I've been longing to search and meet you. I'm so sorry that I made so many mistakes and cost my life in the past, but I promise to keep up with you. I don't wanna be a failure and mistake to you. I hope you understand. Dad, I badly missed you, I wish we had crossed paths before. I just want to know that I love you so much. I hope you're listening to me right now. I am really looking forward to meeting each other when this mess is over. "

" Skouro, can I hug you as Amnon? " he asked.

" Yes, sir, " she sincerely smiled when the ancient blue Kree carefully threw his arms at the dark angel.

" I'm so sorry...I could have raised him in the first place...but..." he said in tears. " It's all my fault that I..."

" Old Methu, you don't need to apologize. He will forgive and understand you. He will be happy that he learns you're his real father. He loves you very much as you love him. "

(Plot collab through RP with valorithsaga in the first half of this chapter.)

(No Hi Gantos, Hear, Speak, and See Evil, and Jusis Vandark belongs to valorithsaga)

(Skoúro Valour belongs to FlashlightMan)