All Chapters of Sinner (Upperworld): Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

What is that? That is all that Amilia could think of. She was now sitting on her bed. Lizzie and the others were in the living room, talking. The angel already left and Zephyr was tasked to tell Lizzie what happened. Amilia’s heart was still beating hard. The image of Lizzie’s face was embedded in her mind. Right now, she had trouble erasing that in her memory. She tries not to think about it but she can’t. Whenever she feels like she was now forgetting the image, it would pop up back, making her relish the memory anew. Amilia grunted in frustration. “Is Lizzie, okay?” She asks herself. Amilia got up from the bed and peek outside, to the living room. She watches Lizzie but she looks like Lizzie. Gone was the trace of the sinister look earlier. “What are you doing?” Amilia jumped when she heard a familiar voice behind her. The Fallen. He’s back. He was standing a few steps behind Amilia. His arms were crossed at his chest as he criticizes Amilia from head to toe. “You’re back.”

“Isn’t it right?” A Shade asks the Weaver. “Hey, don’t question the Steward. You have no right to do that.” The Weaver answers. He pulls something on his hand and the Shade was thrown over to the other side of the room if that was what it’s called. They have gathered on the Under Ground and the Shades are questioning the Fallen’s presence. They were to see him roaming around the Underground for a decade that not seeing him at the place was weird. It was also weird that they were encountering him for a while on the Upper ground now. Along with some humans and that vessel he had saved. “It looks like that your pets…” The Steward throw glances at the Shade who was surrounding them. “…forgot that the Fallen was not part of this place and that he was not one of us. Did you forget to educate them that the being they were looking for was the one who will annihilate them?” Numbers of gasps can be heard all around as Steward finished his sentences. It looks to him like, the Weaver forget

“Senna, are you sure you can do this? We can postpone it. The police can wait for us.” Amilia squeezed Senna’s hand as she held it. They were outside the police station to answer some questions regarding Blake’s death. Senna was still a bundle of nerves and five minutes before their departure, she was still bawling her eyes. Amilia, Zephyr, and Lizzie decided to come with her. Zephyr was scanning the place and he stare at a distance when he spotted Chris. He was standing and silently watching them from afar. “They can’t force you, Senna. Just say the word.” Lizzie added. “No. I can do this. For Daddy. He raised a strong girl, so I want to be that strong girl.” Senna said with full confidence even though tears were forming at the corner of her eyes. Lizzie and Amilia encouragingly smile at her. “Come on then.” The four of them entered the station. Lizzie saw the officer in charge and the office immediately run to them. He offered his hand and introduced himself to the group. He cro

“John, I need more tray here. Also, can you check on Editha? How was the pancake going?” Linda was busy manning the counter and at the same time shouting her command on John at the back. The three of them had decided to put Editha in the kitchen since she was adamant to be of help at the dinner and she also can’t understand the process of handling the counter. John was tasked as her supervisor while still acting as the diner’s helper and Linda will be at the counter and will be the server. Today was one of the busy days. It was the weekend and most of the people are frequent customers of the diner. The whole place was buzzing with people, maybe that is also the reason why Linda didn’t notice a man in his fifties entering the diner. “Linda, here’s the pancake for table 12.” John placed the tray at the side of the counter and look at Linda. Linda then nodded her head as she gave the receipt to the person in front of her. She then proceeded to the side counter to serve the tray as the

Amilia reached the Underground. It was humid and stinky. The stench was so strong that it leaves marks on her nostrils. Nausea was starting to form in her throat as she heaved a deep breath. Despite all the negative and disgusting feelings she felt, she knew she was smiling. Her face was. “At last! Home sweet home!” Amilia did her best to stop her arms from stretching as if she was feeling nice and cool air. She was feeling otherwise and she want nothing more than get out of this place. Amilia did do a great job struggling because she can feel that the other entity inside was getting pissed off. So, she did struggle more. “No matter how much you fight, you can’t still defeat me. I already took hold of your body and it’s mine now. Her laughter reverberated at the place again. Amilia wanted to claw her ears off so she can no longer hear that shrieking laugh of her. She hated herself for actually being able to do that even though it was against her will. “I will… not stop. I will get