The Numbers That Brought Our Fates Together Chapter 233: The Price of Eternity (Part 4).

"Klaus! I only heard two explosions, where is the third? I ordered to lay three charges under the north tower! I don't need the coalition soldiers to find traces of our research when they arrive here!" Sigmund Taubert shouted furiously.

The man was hastily collecting all the important documents, including the results of studies, translations of the scrolls and the scrolls themselves. This was very valuable information, and he could not allow it to fall into someone else's hands.

"When will the car arrive? I want to leave the castle in an hour," the man asked his subordinate, but there was no answer, "I am asking again when this damn car will arri-"

"I'm afraid Klaus will not be able to answer you."

Mister Taubert turned around, Klaus's body, like a sack with a ground soil, loudly fell to the floor at the feet of Marcus.

"Good morning, "father". Don't you find that the day begins just wonderfully, mm?" Marcus tilted his head to the side and smiled, his smile was like a grin of a predatory animal that caught the most delicious prey.

"You… you, are you alive?" Sigmund asked, genuinely surprised to see his son before his eyes. His hand began to randomly scour the desktop, next to which he was standing, "So, the experiment was successful, apparently… Then Armand is too-"

CLICK.

The man found what he was looking for, the gun shutter clicked, and Sigmund pointed the barrel in the direction of his son, "Well, this changes the whole situation. Soon there will be a car, and you can come with me. A friend of mine in American intelligence promised to help me get to Argentina until the situation in Europe settles down. I'm sure there will be a couple of free tickets there for you two as well."

"So we can go with you, huh? What an interesting way to invite us, hmm?" Marcus smirked and pointed his gun in response, "Who said I want to go with you?"

"Then you leave me no choice," Mr. Taubert said and pulled the trigger.

BANG! BANG!

Marcus felt something hot piercing his chest, the pain was sharp, but insignificant compared to what he experienced last night during the experiment.

He raised his hand to the area of his heart, hot blood oozing through the wound, but with every second the feeling of discomfort was becoming less and less perceptible.

"Does it not seem to you that killing me twice in less than a day is already too much, eh, father?" Marcus hissed, uttering the last word in disgust.

Sigmund looked at his eldest son in shock, the man's hand began to frantically pull the trigger more and more, but the cylinder only clicked the empty compartments.

"Hmm, it seems now it's my turn," Marcus pulled the trigger and fired his first shot.

BANG!

"Aghhh," Mr. Taubert fell to the floor and grabbed his leg, "Bastard! How dare you!"

"This one is for Armand," Marcus said in a steady voice and took a step forward.

BANG!

"This one is for Polina," Marcus fired a second shot and the man curled up on the floor in pain.

"Just wait! Wait! Let's talk, shall we? I agree, I was wrong, I crossed the line," Sigmund Taubert prayed, he has never felt such fear as now, he saw his own son with his own eyes, but Marcus looked like a completely different creature.

"But it's not my fault! This is all Mark! Yes, Mark Teser! That was his idea! He said that one girl lives in their mansion, whose fate is to choose the one who takes over the world. It was he who proposed bringing her and you two together to fulfill the prediction!" Mr. Taubert began to make excuses, clutching at the fragile hope of salvation as if а drowning man was trying to catch at a straw.

"And for the sake of this, you killed our mother?!" Marcus shouted, his eyes glowed with fire, he wanted to burn this man alive here and now.

"N-no, of course not… Uh, it's… It just was an accident! I did not calculate think that the blow would be that strong! If Armand hadn't pulled my leg, I wouldn't have hit so hard and she would not have fallen from the stairs," the man said, and then he realized that he had passed a death sentence on himself.

Marcus's face turned pale for a moment from what he heard, "That is, you want to say that you killed mom in front of Armand's eyes?!" Now he understood why his younger brother seemed to be in a trance during the funeral and almost never spoke to anybody for a month.

THUMP!

The man's body flew into the corner of the room with such force that the wooden furniture on his way crumbled to pieces. Marcus distinctly heard the crunch of several ribs and spinal bones.

He crossed the room at two paces and stepped on his father's chest with all his strength, which is why the latter prayed like a martyr before God.

"Son…," the man wheezed, which caused even more fury in Marcus. He grabbed his father by the scruff of his neck and lifted him into the air. Sigmund floundered as he could, but everything was in vain.

"Don't you dare to talk to me like that, do you understand me? I'm disgusted by the mere thought that we have common blood, your son died yesterday, you killed him with your own hands," the young man threw the man to the floor and grabbed him by the throat,

"I regret that you do not have a thousand lives so that I can kill you again and again, but believe me, even this one single time, I will make you regret a thousand times that you were born, Sigmund Adolf Taubert." The skin on the man's body began to slowly melt as if from an invisible flame, each cell was beating so fast that his body could burst at any moment.

Sigmund opened his eyes and looked at Marcus, the creature before him was incomparable with anything he had seen before. Ruthless, cruel and indifferent – an ideal model for accomplishing great goals.

"You will kill me now, but the day will come when you realize that you are just like me. No, you're even worse. You are a monster," the man wheezed and these were his last words before his body crumbled to dust.

Marcus looked at the pile of ash and then raised his eyes to the mirror. A creature resembling a living corpse was looking at him in reflection, his skin was gray, in some places muscles and even parts of bones were visible.

He turned away from the mirror, went to the table and picked up several scrolls, "So that was the Teser family, then. Well, if you decided to wake a monster, be prepared to get what's coming. "

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