Offered to the Triplet Alphas

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.'

***

still my father was able to silently silence the event as though it

no trace behind. All the data from the

information from me and

horrors of the experiments, there were a few gaps

Asher when

Why didn't he come?

shut down the experiment he was so proud of? Public outrage or

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

years for him to regain his mental stability. And even after all this time, he hadn't fully recovered. The smallest triggers

or traumas. Even so, we couldn't keep a check on his emotional triggers. Asher had helped Ezra regulate his emotions throughout these years, but the way he

would never encounter or even hear of a weak blood again. It became the law that all children suffering from mortalitis would be silently put to

unaware of this law, yet it was understandable why he never intervened. Perhaps he agreed it was the best for those kids as well. Given everything a weak blood endured every day, death was indeed the best thing that could

we couldn't monitor all oddities. There were families and people working in the shadows who didn't kill such children, but helped them escape beyond

bright as your smile, brother. Good luck

my fingers through

knowing everything he went through... how could I say

I had reopened one of Ezra's

so desperate? How did I

that night and everything 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 in others, but since I blocked most

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

or right to interfere with others' emotional privacy, so Pheles' demonic powers were mostly useless to

an emotion demon that held me together through the turmoils of all the what ifs that

I hadn't helped those kids escape to the weak blood colonies? Would

I wasn't paralyzed

father sooner? Would Ezra

Asher was there instead of me? He would have saved

was in Ezra's place? Would my father have done the same with me?

pain again. And

***

cupboard. I grabbed the fit-it-all pouch

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

out of the distraction, I kept the pouch on the vanity and squinted my eyes at the dark corner of the cupboard. Using Pheles' eyes, I peered at the murky green fear projecting out of the boy and

telling the truth. They jumped out of the speeding car and got crushed by an incoming truck," Lana said, standing in my way. "They never

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

side, alpha," Lana nodded, her

lying to me

in fear, but she stood before me, foolishly thinking her tiny