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.'

***

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

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

Asher began gatekeeping all that information from me and the

remember the horrors of the experiments,

Asher when

Why didn't he come?

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

I sat under the dragon skeleton, only one thought echoed through my paralyzed mind: I never

to regain his mental stability. And even after all this time, he hadn't fully recovered. The smallest triggers - anything that reminded him of his

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

encounter or even hear of a weak blood again. It became

it was the best for those kids as

people working in the shadows who didn't kill such

no longer looks as bright as your smile, brother. Good luck protecting her. I hope you're not too late

shut my eyes, running my fingers through my

knowing everything he went through... how could I

I had reopened one of Ezra's deepest wounds

How did I let my emotions get so

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

with Pheles' powers as an Emotion demon. I could sense basic emotions in others,

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low tier demons in hell because their powers were limited to the emotions

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

emotion demon that

if I hadn't helped those kids escape to the weak blood colonies? Would it have saved

I wasn't paralyzed

I stopped my father sooner? Would

if Asher was there instead of me? He would

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

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

***

space in Xanthea's cupboard. I

a split second, Xanthea's tranquil scent lingering on the pouch and her clothes overpowered my senses

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 Zosha. The kids had drunk an invisibility potion, thinking that it would hide them from me. Clever, but not clever

and got crushed

were on my side," I said, and Lana

alpha," Lana nodded, her pointed ears

to me and

wings drooped in fear, but she stood before me, foolishly thinking her tiny body was enough to shield Zosha and