Chapter-94. Helpless emotions

[Raven]

'Ezra... please stop! Please get a hold of yourself, brother! Help! Someone!'

I had never felt as helpless as I did that night.

Ezra's consciousness was possessed by a berserk power that burst out of him, blindly obliterating everything and everyone that came in his path.

As the sole survivor of the Forced Activation - a harrowing experiment that shook the very foundation of immortality - sixteen-year-old Ezra stepped out of the walls, burdened by the giant halo of shadows that loomed behind him. The flames of his power charred the very ground he walked on, the impact creating such a severe imbalance that calamities befell in heaven and embers rained down on hell, like shooting stars exploding from the cosmos of destruction, striking the ground bloody red.

Immortal or not, nothing stood alive before him that night. No one was spared, not even himself.

His bones ripped apart, his flesh fractured, and his soul splintered under the strain of the outburst. Crimson mana charged with the shadows of the dead weak bloods zapped around him like wild thunder. Thousands and thousands of souls, aflame with vengeance, had converged within him to end the world.

Their screeches, their pain, the tormented howls of those souls penetrated through Ezra's body, protecting and destroying him at the same time.

Back then, I knew if I didn't do something, I'd lose my brother. So, I didn't think too much and sprinted towards him.

But I didn't know what to do, so I just hugged him tighter and tighter, holding his limbs from ripping apart, hoping I wouldn't lose my brother because of my mistake.

'Thanks for your contribution to this experiment, Raven. The weak bloods you helped escape within these walls were some fine quality guinea pigs. Look at what you did for your brother. Look how strong he is now. Go, prove that you can create history just like my healers. Prove your worth. Go, bring Ezra home.'

Only if I hadn't helped those weak bloods, Ezra wouldn't have to go through this.

It was all my fault.

'Ezra... brother...'

I didn't care how his flames burnt my skin. At that moment, like a mortal, I hoped for a miracle. Something that could erase the last few months.

'Help him! Please help him! I'm begging you-'

The heavy winds howled past us. That's when I heard my father's disappointed sigh.

'I gave you a chance to prove yourself as a healer and here you stand crying and begging for help like an idiot. Asher would've already figured out a way to control Ezra. Separate them and take Ezra to the lab.'

A few hands tore me from Ezra. My vision was unstable from all the burns my body had sustained. In a blur, I saw the healers who went close to Ezra were instantly burnt alive, into skeletons. Soon their disturbing screams were drowned beneath the shrill vibration of dark mana that engulfed Ezra.

'What was all your rebellion for, Raven? Become a healer, do whatever you want, but in the end, you can't change anything. You can't save anyone. You'll always be just as useless as your demon wolf.'

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that chaos and still my father was able to silently silence the event as though it had never

experiment disappeared overnight, leaving no trace behind. All the data from the experiment were lost,

me and the

of the

was Asher when all

Why didn't he come?

did father suddenly shut down the experiment he was so proud of? Public outrage or the celestial intrusion could have been a reason, but

the years. But that night when I sat under the dragon skeleton, only one thought echoed through my paralyzed mind: I never wanted to feel that helpless ever again. And only one question: what would I do

And even after all this time, he hadn't fully recovered. The smallest triggers - anything that reminded him of his past - could send him spiraling

triggers. Asher had helped Ezra regulate his emotions throughout these years, but the way he went out of control in the Virgo pack... was proof that some

hear of a weak blood again. It became the law that all children suffering from mortalitis would be silently put to

was understandable why he never intervened. Perhaps he agreed it was the best for those kids as well. Given everything a weak blood endured

in the shadows who didn't kill such children, but helped them escape beyond the pack walls, where they lived in secret colonies

your smile, brother. Good luck protecting

shut my eyes, running my

everything he went through... how could I say such horrible

I had reopened one of Ezra's deepest wounds with

so desperate? How did I let my emotions get

I forced myself to never feel again. All the complex emotions that I twisted, manipulated, erased and all the basic ones that I left

the most I could do with Pheles' powers as an Emotion demon. I could sense basic emotions

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powers were limited to the emotions of others. And on someone like Asher

others' emotional privacy, so

because it was Pheles' powers as an emotion demon that held me together through the turmoils of all the

escape to the weak blood colonies? Would it have

I wasn't paralyzed

sooner? Would Ezra have suffered any

if Asher was there instead of me?

Ezra's place? Would my father have done the

felt... I will never let Ezra feel any of that pain again. And that is why I had to get rid of

***

cupboard.

split second, Xanthea's tranquil scent lingering on the pouch and her clothes overpowered my senses as I shut my eyes, my mind almost

cupboard. Using Pheles' eyes, I peered at the murky green fear

jumped out of the speeding car and got crushed by an incoming truck," Lana said, standing in my way. "They

were on my side," I said, and Lana flinched, cowering under

alpha," Lana nodded,

stop lying to me and step

she stood before me, foolishly thinking

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