Villain's POV: A Monster's Odyssey-Chapter 31: Until the day I get executed.

"Silence!" She barked.

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With an angry voice, she spoke with an extremely cold gaze that was enough to turn a molten volcano into an ice sculpture.

"Mr. Olympia, this court has heard your words. The testimony of the survivors has made it abundantly clear that you have no respect for life, no remorse for your actions."

She paused, the silence in the room growing unbearable.

"Your crimes are incomprehensible. Your arrogance is boundless. The only sentence fitting for trash like you is death."

She turned to the guards, who were standing by, ready to carry out the verdict. "Mr. Olympia, you are hereby sentenced to death by hanging. May you find no peace in the afterlife."

As the verdict was read, Yuuta's expression remained unchanged.

'So its the end, huh. The time for ending credits to come up after the movie is done. What a shame.'

It was at that moment a woman who was sitting far away in the midst of the officials stood up.

A woman with flowing silver hair, dressed in an open suit with no tie, the seal of the World Tribunal stitched across her chest.

Her suit revealed her bountiful top chest, showing a black cross tattoo engraved under her neck, but above her chest.

Her eyes were heterochromia, mismatched, one deep amber, the other frost blue, creating an impossibly alluring image, as her eyes seemed to pierce through time itself.

The room turned its attention to her without being told. Even the bailiffs paused.

"Objection" she said.

Gasps were head everywhere.

She actually dared to object to the high judge? Was she courting death?

Perhaps... she was in kahoots with the criminal in question?

All types of wild thoughts ran through the heads of everyone present in the room.

The word was calm, yet rang like thunder.

High judge Elira's gaze softened as her eyes landed on the one who dared to object, and she sighed.

"Magistrate Quaran---"

"He is not to be hanged," the woman said softly.

"That would be... too easy."

Yuuta's gaze naturally were to drawn to the individual who had intruded.

His eyes slowly moved and landed upon the woman who was looking at the high judge.

'Heh, she really came to my execution!'

Murmurs erupted across the courtroom.

Someone shouted from the benches, "He doesn't deserve mercy!"

Quana's eyes flicked to the source of the voice, one of the witnesses whose city had vanished in a cloud of ash because of Yuuta's engineered drugs.

Her stare alone silenced the man.

"I am not asking for mercy" Quana clarified.

"I request nitrogen hypoxia. A death that is clean, clinical, silent... and devoid of spectacle. Let the monster die alone, in silence, just as he left his victims."

High judge Elira hesitated.

"That decision requires full tribunal review."

"I am the highest authority of the tribunal present" Quana replied

"My authority is more than enough."

"No!" A second judge shouted. "Let the world see him twitch at the rope! Let justice be visible!"

"He wants that" Quana replied, voice rising for the first time.

"Look at him."

All eyes turned to Yuuta still smiling, still quietly watching the chaos. He was enjoying the spotlight. A showman to the end.

"Hanging gives him a stage" Quana said.

"Let his last breath be invisible. Let it vanish, like the millions he erased."

A tense silence followed.

Elira sighed and adjusted her purple framed glasses.

She leaned onto her mic, her voice grave.

"By executive override from Magistrate Quana Cael, the execution method is hereby changed. Death by nitrogen hypoxia is approved."

Bang.

The gavel echoed like the closing of a tomb.

Guards stepped forward. Yuuta was finally shackled and lifted from his chair.

Before he was dragged off, he took one last look at Quana, which was an alias she had used.

What he saw made him raised an eyebrow.

The woman in question, had red eyes as if she was about to burst into tears, but composed herself. Her eyes flickered to Yuuta for a moment before one of her colleagues asked her if she wanted to join her party.

Swiftly rejecting the offer with a smile, she rapidly made her way towards Yuuta who was getting dragged.

Yuuta smiled.

The cheerful gleam in his eye never dimmed.

As he was dragged away, he turned his head to the spectators in the gallery, dozens of them victims or families of the victims.

His eyes flicked toward the witnesses in the gallery, his lips curling slightly as he muttered under his breath.

"I'm sorry. I should've done more. I should've done better."

The guards began to approach his containment capsule, but before they could open it, Quana had reached his location.

"Wait" she said.

The guards who were dragging the young man were visible confused.

One of them walked forward to her before nodded his head in acknowledged respect.

"How can we help you, young miss?"

Quana's gaze flickered to the boy who was eyeing the sad families before she looked back to the guard in front of her.

"I need to speak with him for a moment"

The guard raised an eyebrow at her.

"Young miss, I'm afraid that is not possible. We cannot guarantee that this monster will not run away the second we leave him."

Quana frowned at his response. It seemed it would be harder to let him off for a moment, more than she had initially thought.

"He won't run away. If he does, I will hold responsibility"

The guard appeared quite conflicted and he looked back to his fellow colleagues who shrugged their shoulders in response to him.

With a sigh, he motioned to them to unrestrain him.

With a stern look, he looked into Quana's colorful eyes

"Very well miss, however be quick. We need to execute this criminal and cleanse the world of this filth as soon as we can"

Hearing those words, Quana became heartbroken but couldn't rebuke.

She participated in the trial after all. She had no right to feel sad.

Slowly gathering herself, she walked forward in confident steps towards Yuuta who was blinking at her curiously.

He had wondered why they left him just like that... but now it made sense.

'What am I going to do? How am I supposed to get him out of here?!'

Although she appeared composed outwardly, inwardly her entire being was in turmoil.

It was as if she was having an identity-crisis.

The guards left them some space, however, were prepared to fire at the first suspicious movement made by Yuuta.

"Why Yuuta?"

With his eyes droopy, she spoke in a trembling voice as she stood in front of him.

"Why did you do this? Didn't I tell you that you were under my protection? Why, why did you leave?"

"If you wanted to kill someone, I would've went and killed them myself! If you wanted money, I would have given you all you wanted! If you wanted w-women... you could have told me! I did everything you wanted! Why did you betray me?"

At the mention of 'women', Quana stuttered for a moment before she spoke in sadness.

"Just why!? Answer me!"

Tears flowed down her eyes endlessly as her cheeks became red.

For the first time in her life did she feel so helpless.

So sad. Is this what they called despair?

Is this why her heart felt like it was bleeding?

She raised him from a young boy who had suffered, showering him with love and compassion. She gave him everything he needed.

So why! Why did everything have to end up like this?

The guards who saw her from afar thought she was a victim of him as well, and their previous sharp gazes softened slightly.

Yuuta intently looked at her eyes silently with no sign of emotion on his face.

Quana who got irritated, raised her voice.

"Why are you silent? Why aren't you speaking!"

With no signs of answering her, he kept looking at her face.

"Answer me! I said answer m-"

Before she was continued, she was interrupted by a sudden visitor.

"Oi, Quana! Want to join me for a drink lat... er?"

High judge Elira, the ever so cold woman, was walking towards Quana cheerfully before her gaze stopped at her tear-stricken face.

Her mouth froze midway as her eyes went to the second guy.

Her expression immediately darkened.

"Quana! Did this trash also harm you? I swear to God, if he-"

"Leave"

"Huh?"

Shocked by her friends request, she looked at her in bewilderment.

"I said leave!"

It seemed Quana's mood is not good at all.

Hmm...

I wonder why.

Yuuta's eyes blinked and he smirked.

The smirk only managed to irk Elira more who barely managed to control herself.

"Very well, when your done with your business, call me"

Pouting, Elira walked to the parking lot.

The moon sure is beautiful tonight.

Turning his head back to Quana, Yuuta decided to answer.

"Because"

"I"

"Wanted"

"To"

"Betray"

"You"

Quana's eyes widened at his answer and stepped back.

"Because... you wanted to betray me?" She looked blankly at the ground. Deciding to strike when the iron was hot, Yuuta continued.

"But you know..?" Looking at the dark sky that was getting covered by clouds, he remniced on his life.

"How are you any different? You betrayed me too"

Quana's blankly stared at Yuuta.

"I.. betrayed you?" She repeated her words a few times before the meaning sunk in.

In defense, she shrieked.

"No! You were the one who betrayed me first! It's not my fault for not defending yo-" She froze midway.

'I-i... just admitted to betraying him. Wait... I... betrayed him?'

"No, he must be playing with my mind like he always had! Yes, that must be it!"

Before she was able to retort, Yuuta's expressionless eyes went from the sky into hers. She shivered uncontrollably at the abyss like eyes that held nothing in them.

He didn't hate her.

He didn't love her.

It wasn't like she didn't matter to him...

But it's not like she mattered to him.

He didn't feel anything towards her.

But he didn't not feel anything towards her.

She was like everyone else.

And everyone was like her.

"You must be thinking I am tricking you, correct?"

He went silent for a moment as she gulped a mouthful of saliva.

With a small, genuine smile, he broke off the handcuffs that pinned behind his back.

The guards who were watching were alerted and took aim at him.

No matter who it thought it had done, life was as contagious as ever.

Who decided death was dark?

Was it because people didn't know what death contained?

Was it because they feared that they would be forgotten by the essence of time?

But who said those who were alive were faring any better?

For those that were alive and forgotten, what difference was there between them and the death that were forgotten?

In fact, it was worse. In death could you rest.

But in life, could you rest? Could you look up at the sky and say 'life is better than death'?

Who decided?

Who ?!

No one.

The mind plays tricks on you.

Society implants ideas into your mind. Its your fault for being born into this society.

But that is why.... breaking those shackles exists.

To pave your path.

But what path? Did the concept of path exist? If it did, then what decided what path was correct or not?

The ego? What decided what the ego did? What as the ego? A part of yourself? Did you consider yourself a god to think your ego was absolute?

A God of yourself? If you can't protect yourself, can you even be considered a god?

How laughable.

Ridiculous, Preposterous, Outrageous, ludicrous.

"Keep thinking I tricked you"

Gently he whispered, his warm breath tickling Quana's ears.

"Until"

The guards raised their rifles and took aim at the young man's body.

"The"

They turned on full-auto and turned off the safety.

"Day"

The guns raised, the barrels pointing towards him.

"I-get-executed"

RATATATAT!

"YUUUTA!"

The sound of gunshots followed suit, along with a feminine scream.