Offered to the Triplet Alphas

Chapter-83. The First

[Xanthea] "Genocide..."

I blankly stared at Vincent as the word 'genocide' hung heavily in the air before it finally sliced through my bones like shards of glass.

One moment, I was numb and the next, thoughts stormed through my mind, crashing into the growing pit in my chest as he kept speaking.

"It was an experiment conducted on the entire population of the weak-bloods across all the nine packs of the Infernal realm..."

Vincent's deep voice grew darker with each word, his gaze distant, as if he were reliving a haunting memory.

"They didn't just kill them. They erased them. Every trace - gone. Nothing remained, not even their souls." His hand clenched into a fist on the table, knuckles white with tension. Karima swallowed hard, shifting uneasily in her seat.

"I-I-it's just an exaggerated story," she stammered. "Nothing like that ever really happened."

Vincent's gaze sharpened. "Then how do you explain the disappearance of an entire population?"

Karima shrank back, cowering under his intense scrutiny.

"True or not, it has nothing to do with us. So it doesn't matter," Karima frowned.

Vish leaned in, her voice low. "Medical practices in the Infernal realm aren't ethically regulated. Experiments on living subjects are normal here. But this... this experiment was so unimaginably horrifying that it shook the very foundation of evil itself. So, if it's true, it matters."

"Out of tens of thousands of weak-bloods, only one survived." Vincent's words were slow, his tone strained. "Just one."

His words resonated across the table. All of us exchanged restless glances with one another. I could feel my heart pound faster in my chest as I finally broke the deafening silence.

"Who? Who survived and what... what did they do to that person?" I asked, my voice quivering as I unconsciously made direct eye contact with Vincent.

"We don't know. We don't have to!" Karima's eyes darted around the room, her fingers fidgeting with the edge of her shirt. "Stop it," she hissed, her voice barely more than a breath. "You don't know who's listening... we shouldn't even be talking about this."

Vincent's gaze flicked between Karima and me, his expression unreadable but cautious.

"No one knows the exact details, but rumors say he was the first and only weak blood to have activated his immortality genes, so they call him the First," he said, holding my gaze, his every word burying like a corpse in my chest. "Rumors also say that the First was just a kid. And he didn't just survive; he completed the experiment and then, once it was over, he massacred everyone involved, sssingle-handedly. And he's still out there, more monster than man. Honestly, anyone would have lost it after enduring such darkness," Vish said.

All the questions storming in my mind condensed into a single, desperate word: "Who?"

Vincent lowered his gaze and shook his head.

"We don't know. The identity of both the legendary healer who planned Forced Activation and the survivor who overcame it remain unknown till date. The records were destroyed, and anyone who dares speak about it vanishes. Forced activation wasn't a cure; it was a torture beyond a demon's endurance. Many lives were lost for nothing, way too many lives..." Vincent said absent-mindedly.

I took a tight gulp, feeling the knot in my stomach tighten.

"Stop talking as though it actually happened. These are just rumors. Just rumors ok?" Karima said, breathing heavily.

"There's no doubt that it happened. They just silenced everyone, erased all evidence, but they couldn't cover up the mass disappearance of weak bloods; the vacuum in our history; the imbalance in our realm and its aftershocks that were felt in the other realms," Vincent said darkly.

His aura pulsed with a subtle yet intense rage, making it clear that he harbored a more personal grievance and probably knew more about Forced Activation than he was letting on.

forget what Professor Ashstone said? If they even suspect we know about it, they'll silence us forever. Just like they silenced

dangerous, but everything inside me yearned to seek more answers and keep seeking answers until I found out why such a thing was mentioned in my mother's diary. Not just that - why did she, a mortal like me, have such deep

Ashstone?" I asked, with half-hesitation and

went on an extended vacation after retiring a bit early. It's nothing as dramatic as Karima makes it sound. He was an

somewhere. Reading disturbing resssearch is his hobby. He wanted to know more about it, so we went

seeing the professor laugh these rumors off like we did. I thought I'd finally see my best buddy, Vincent, make a fool of himself, but professor Ashstone's panicked reaction was something else entirely. That was a hell of a day for us-" Claude let out

"He didn't just warn us to shut our mouths. He cut our points, mixed some strange potion in our drinks. If Vish hadn't sensed

a mildly manipulated poison. We just pretended to drink it and made sure to ssstay out of his radar and then he retired. End of story,

hard to get here," Karima sobbed, her voice breaking. She wiped her eyes furiously, as though trying to erase her memories. "I can't just throw it all away, so if you try to pry

against the floor as she

acting like this, Karima, then they are

out a deep breath, Vish continued, "panicking is

Lana, sitting proudly. "You should be ashamed

light, but there was a tightness around his eyes, like he didn't want to let the fear show. "It's just crazy demons doing crazy stuff. Nothing to fear; demons do crazy stuff all the time." He tried

us to never bring it up again or try to pry any further. Nothing good could come out of

am curious though... where did you hear about it?" Vincent asked, studying me

somewhere..." I said, taking a

you just hear somewhere-" Vincent narrowed his eyes

you read about it? Can I see the article? I am sure it's not something you can access easily... somewhere... or conveniently know which professor to ask about it..." Vincent's eyes darkened at my words. Guess we both had secrets we were eager to uncover

two. Our next lecture is about to begin. It's anatomy. I need to go search for my skeleton. Devil knows where he runs away all the time," Claude said, getting up from his chair. "See you

book? Don't forget to visit 00005s.org for the full experience. You won't find the next chapter anywhere

I'll get going as well. See you guys later," Karima

have to collect my skeleton from my locker as well," Vish said, getting

"And mine is-"

alive skeleton being helplessly dragged across the cafeteria floor with its

never mind," Vincent sighed, getting up from his chair. He rushed over, attempting to pry Skelly free from his healing partner's grip. "How many times do I have to

frantic tug-of-war,

if you don't mind, I can give you a preview of the anatomy classes so far. That

Thanks! That would be really helpful," I

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with a bone meal, but in the end, which was right before the anatomy lecture began, he saved Skelly from being chewed up

other skeletons, Skelly and Boredbones were the only well-behaved and calm skeletons in the

lecture room, laughing creepily with their eerie, chattering teeth. They scared people by having their skulls roll under the benches

professor, fled from the lecture hall until the owners of those skeletons controlled them, by threatening them with potions that caused

keep it to keep my skeleton in control or he would join the others

so scared of it," I

so behind in our anatomy lectures," Vish

for me. I didn't miss much. Thanks to the skeletons,"

more lectures with Vish, Vincent and Claude and their healing

to go smoothly as I blended in with the other students. However, once the regular lectures ended, the nagging concern for the two kids in my fit-it-all resurfaced

every reasonable idea I could think of to protect them, but none seemed practical. But I was sure of one thing: I could at no cost take them with me to

through the hallways, cradling the fit-it-all against my

the thought of what the triplets might do to me, to the kids, if they

from Zosha and here I was carrying her

the