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.'

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

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

from me and the world and

the horrors of the experiments, there were a few gaps

was Asher when all

Why didn't he come?

proud of? Public outrage or the celestial intrusion could have been a

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

all this time, he hadn't fully recovered. The smallest triggers -

that could directly stir up Ezra's memories or traumas. Even so, we couldn't keep a check on his emotional triggers. Asher had helped Ezra regulate his emotions throughout

weak blood again. It became the law

the best for those kids as well. Given everything a weak blood endured every day, death was indeed

and people working in the shadows who didn't kill such children,

as bright as your smile, brother.

eyes, running my fingers through my

knowing everything he went through... how could I

my stupid insecurities, I had reopened one of Ezra's deepest wounds with my

desperate? How did I let my emotions get so

still remember every emotion that I felt 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

demon. I could sense basic emotions in others, but since I

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hell because their powers were limited to the emotions of others. And on someone like Asher who never shows

emotional privacy, so Pheles' demonic

powers as an emotion demon that held me together through the turmoils of all the

kids escape to the weak blood colonies? Would it have

if I wasn't paralyzed with

my father sooner? Would Ezra

Asher was there instead of me?

place? Would my father have done the same with me? If he did, would I have

never let Ezra feel any of that pain again. And that is why I had to get rid of that boy before Ezra found

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dark space in Xanthea's cupboard. I grabbed the fit-it-all pouch and examined its

scent lingering on the pouch and her clothes overpowered my senses as I

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

crushed by an incoming truck," Lana

I said, and Lana flinched, cowering under

on your side, alpha," Lana nodded, her pointed

lying to me and

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