Spoiled by Eight Uncles (Lily)

Uriah, on his last breath, gasped. “Pablo... he... he’s your master!” You...” How could he take down his own master? Uriah was at a loss for words from the shock— but it wasn't like he had any strength to speak either way.

He felt a sense of dread! He had thought that Pablo might at the very least let them go out of old times’ sake, but everything that had just happened had proven completely otherwise.

Pablo’s expression was cold as he smirked. “Master?” “You shouldn't have killed my family, then! Now I've turned into a malignant spirit, and I'm not going to let you go. You deserve this.” As he spoke, a young man came running over shouting. This was Uriah’s oldest son.

“Dad! Grandpa!” Pablo turned around slowly...

Uriah and Master Phillips widened their eyes. “No... Don't—" The boy, who could not have been more than eight or nine years old, stared at his chest in a daze.

Uriah could speak no longer, his eyes filled with rage and fear.

Master Phillips’ sobs had turned into howls. “Pablo... Pablo! How could you be so cruel! He's just a child...” How could he be so evil? How could he have had the heart to do such a thing to a kid? Pablo's eyes grew bloodshot as his malignant energy flowed out of his body at once.

His grin glinted with murderous intent, and he said in a low voice, “Cruel?” Uriah struggled as he opened his eyes. For some reason, Pablo had found a way to make it impossible for him to die even if he wanted to.

All he could do was watch as his beloved oldest son die before his eyes.

He roared with all his might, but his voice came out feeble and weak. “He’s just... child!” “You're... a monster... Pablo Belmont!” A monster? “Did you feel like a monster killing Nana and Reuben, huh?” Pablo raised his hands. The thickest branches of cherry tree in the backyard flew out of the ground, chagrin towards Uriah and Master Phillips before stabbing them square in the stomach! The splintered branches drove into their flesh, swaying slightly in the wind.

Uriah and Master Phillips let out cries of agony, wanting nothing more than to be killed on the spot.

“Pablo, just... just kill me!” Uriah was trembling with pain. “Kill me if you can!” He knew that he was going to be a dead man for sure today.

Yet Pablo refused to let that happen just yet. “What's the rush? I've got more, you know?” He held Uriah and his father by the branch pierced through them, walking through the Phillips household just like that.

The birthday lanterns were still brightly shining, the walls covered with birthday decorations.

Yet there was a man clad in white robes roaming the hallways, holding the Phillips father and son by a branch through their stomachs and leaving a trail of blood in his wake! The malignant spirit had come for revenge! Everyone was going to suffer, regardless of age! In no time, the Phillips household turned into hell on earth.

“Help... help!” “Please, let me go, let me go...” “Don't kill my son, please, no, no no—" Uriah’s wives were terrified, running for their lives with their children in tow— but not a single one of them was able to escape.

“Pablo... Pablo! Please stop, don't...” Uriah sobbed. “Let my son go! He's only three years old...” “Pablo, please, please, Bertie was just born yesterday! He doesn’t know anything, he’s innocent! Please let him go, Pablo—!" “No—!" The baby’s brightly-colored quilt was lifted over his face, and he quickly stopped crying.

Master Phillips burst into sobs. “Pablo, how could you do this? Are you even human?” “Pablo, you won't live this down!” Pablo himself, was expressionless.

At the last backyard.

Where Uriah’s first wife, Sylvia lived! Pablo's white robes were completely untouched in the bloodbath, but he looked terrifying.

Only one lady was not afraid in the slightest. She sat by her bed, dressed neatly with her hair done up.

“Pablo, you came back!” Sylvia smiled at him. “It's been ten years, but you're still as handsome as ever.” She stared at Pablo dreamily, as if she could not see the hand he had raised and the arrow coming her way.

“I just want you to know, | never let you down.” “I put poison in Uriah’s wine the first time | married him. He can’t have procreate.” Pablo was expressionless, the arrow slowly going into Sylvia's chest.

She, however, was smiling brighter than ever. “Uriah couldn’t procreate, but had a whole family of kids. | did a good job, didn’t I?” “His wives had to give birth to keep their position in the family. I'd given birth myself, what was their excuse?” “To keep from being kicked out by me, they did whatever they could to give birth... and so, not a single one of Uriah’s children is his own.” Sylvia collapsed slowly, a satisfied smile on her face. “I can’t believe | was able to see you one last time. I'm happy.” Uriah could hardly believe what he was hearing.

Not his children? He had loved these children for so many years, giving them his all...

Only for them to not turn out to be his? Uriah felt his world crumbling, his mind shaking even more.

The most painful part of all this was not even that these children weren't his, but that his most beloved woman had betrayed him for a whole decade! Terror, hopelessness, betrayal, fury... Uriah was feeling everything Pablo had felt back then.

This made him thoroughly lose it! He stared at Pablo with bloodshot eyes as he howled, “You... it's all your fault! You did this to me, you ruined everything! You took my happiness away from me!” Pablo opened his eyes, finally sparing Uriah and snapping his neck.

Crack! Without a second to hesitate, Uriah was killed when he was at his very angriest.

Master Phillips’ gaze widened in shock and grief. “Uriah...!" Pablo raised his hand. The spear on the wall, a gift from the emperor, lifted up and pierced through Master Phillips’ chest— The Phillips household fell silent at last.

There was not a single sound that could be heard throughout the house. The people at Pablo's feet had terrified expressions on their faces, their eyes widened...

All at once, a sense of hollowness washed over Pablo.

Revenge... he had gotten revenge at last.

But what was he going to do after that? There truly was nowhere for him to go in this world.

He missed his parents and siblings with all his heart. If they had been reborn after dying, he might still be able to use all his energy to find them...

But there was no chance of that happening.

As he thought about this, an even greater pain overtook him! “Have you finished your revenge?” A woman dressed in black and red robes appeared out of nowhere, floating in front of Pablo.

Her face was fair, but not pale— just different from that of a human being.

She sighed, looking around her.

There were, after all, some survivors.

The baby in the cradle had not died, leaving behind a chance at survival.

The remaining children had had an arrow through them, but there was still hope for them to survive.

Those who were supposed to die were all gone with no survivors, having died in a terrifying state as well...

The woman shook her head. “Come underground with me.” Pablo blinked, his expression numb. “Who are you...” “I'm the Ruler of Hell.” “The Ruler of Hell? Well, why... what did | do wrong for this to happen to me?” Pablo looked at the Ruler of Hell, his eyes reddened.

She looked back at him, her gaze sympathetic. “Tragedy does not strike, just because of one person.” Pablo was silent.

He followed behind the Ruler of Hell, watching her take care of everyone's souls. Then, she said: “I'll give you a chance to judge them yourself.” “There isn’t a judge in the mortal realm, but there is in the underworld. I'll give you three thousand years, and maybe you'll understand why...” MMMWWLIIOIfIO&1 MMMWWLIIOIfIO&1 mmMwWLLIOfiflO& 1 MMMWWLIIOIfIO&1 MULL TO £2 E1061 mmMwWLIiIOfiflO&1