Becoming the Terminally-Ill Villain Who Torments His Disciples - Chapter 67.2
It was clearly an act of venting his anger.
Typhon clicked his tongue and even spat in Pielago’s face before slowly moving his body.
When he sat down at the edge of the bed, soaked with putrid fluids, Cielo finally spoke.
“You said you entrusted it to them… then everything my brothers have done to me, all this time….”
“Yes. I ordered them to.”
“……”
“I’m the one who taught them how to make a pact with demons. I’m the one who told them to kill you and summon a demon. All of it was my doing.”
“Why… why would you do that…?”
His body trembled.
The emotion rising from deep inside him didn’t feel like his own—it felt like it belonged to the real ‘Cielo.’
It wasn’t fear or rage.
It was simply… sorrow.
A sorrow born from the fact that it wasn’t just anyone, but his own father who had tried to kill him.
“In the beginning… yes, it was punishment for Aire’s actions.”
As if indulging a dying man with a final truth, Typhon leaned on his cane and turned to look at what had once been Aire.
Even though there was nothing human left in that corpse, Typhon’s gaze was filled with deep affection.
“She was mine—so delicate that even touching or looking at her had to be done carefully. And yet you clung to her side for seven years. How could I not hate you?”
‘…Madman.’
Cielo bit back the curse rising in his throat.
It wasn’t as if Aire had brought back some unknown child—Cielo was their child.
And yet, Typhon could not tolerate anyone else being near Aire but himself.
“So I planned to make you suffer a bit for it.”
He had intended to acknowledge Cielo as a legitimate heir during the coming-of-age ceremony.
Once that happened, the misunderstandings that had built up might have been resolved.
Until then, the twins would take care of tormenting him. Typhon had believed that would be the harshest punishment for both Cielo and Aire.
Punishment for Aire, who had defied his orders.
Punishment for Cielo, who had stayed by Aire’s side for seven years without knowing a thing.
“I meant to stop there… but then Aire fell into her long sleep.”
Typhon put on a sorrowful expression.
Even as Aire rotted beyond recognition, he didn’t say she had “died”—he called it “sleep.”
“To awaken Aire from her slumber, I needed someone with her blood.”
“……”
“And when I searched for someone who shared Aire’s blood, someone whose death wouldn’t be a great loss… my eyes landed on you, the one I had branded a bastard.”
At just fourteen years old.
A dominant Omega with healing abilities—he was a useful child, Typhon knew that.
But rather than using Cielo to strengthen the Esteban family’s standing, he chose to use him to bring Aire back.
That’s why he used the twins.
“How could a bastard child be more powerful than Esteban’s rightful heirs? Useless brats who can’t even slay a demon!”
Typhon compared the three of them relentlessly, stirring the twins’ hatred toward Cielo.
So much so that they would torment—and eventually kill—their own brother.
“He is not your brother. Break him completely and restore Esteban’s honor.”
Typhon still remembered the joy on their faces when he finally gave them permission.
The joy of being allowed to remove the thorn in their side.
The hope that once Cielo was gone, they would finally be recognized.
By fanning the flames of their blind hatred, Typhon was able to sacrifice Cielo without lifting a single finger.
“But to think that you would dare… break the most important rule in summoning a demon…!”
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