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.'

***

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

experiment disappeared overnight, leaving no trace behind. All the data from the experiment were lost, or should I say,

that information from me and the world and classified them as

horrors of the experiments, there

Asher when all of

Why didn't he come?

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

But that night when I sat under the dragon skeleton, only one thought echoed through my paralyzed mind: I never wanted to feel that

stabilize his physical body, but years for him to regain his mental stability. And even after all this time, he hadn't fully recovered. The smallest triggers - anything that

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 these years, but the way he went out of control in the Virgo pack... was proof that

he ensured Ezra would never encounter or even hear of a weak blood again. It became the law that all children suffering from mortalitis would

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

monitor all oddities. There were families and people working in the shadows who didn't kill such children, but helped them escape beyond the pack walls, where they lived in

future no longer looks as bright as your smile, brother. Good

my eyes, running my fingers through my hair

how could I say such horrible things to

I had reopened one of Ezra's deepest wounds

did I become so desperate? How did I let my emotions

and everything I forced myself to never feel again. All the complex emotions

demon. I could sense basic emotions in others, but

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their powers were limited to the emotions of others. And on someone like Asher who never shows any emotions, they

or right to interfere with others' emotional privacy, so Pheles' demonic

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

hadn't helped those kids escape to the weak

wasn't

I stopped my father sooner? Would Ezra have suffered

instead of me? He would

done the same with me? If

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

***

the dark space in Xanthea's cupboard. I grabbed

pouch and her clothes overpowered my senses as I shut my eyes,

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

truth. They jumped out of the speeding car and got crushed by

I said, and Lana flinched, cowering under my

side, alpha,"

stop lying to me

but she stood before me, foolishly thinking her tiny