Offered to the Triplet Alphas

Chapter-99. Mother-1

[Xanthea]

I stared at Asher, my chest tightening as his words echoed in the air, heavy and inescapable. My mind scrambled to process what he had just said.

"No." The word slipped out, trembling and frail. "That's not... It's not possible."

Asher's gaze remained distant. There was a cruel pity in the way he looked at me, as though he knew the only way to get his words through me was by being blunt, brutal, unmistakably honest. His gaze flicked briefly to the swirling memories of my mother's childhood, projected on the circular cloud that surrounded us like a suffocating shroud.

He didn't acknowledge my denial. Nor did he refute it. Instead, he spoke again, calm and relentless, leaving me to decide for myself what my mother's truth really was.

"Cadence Starsoul was born in Solvaris - the first out of the seven celestial packs. Famously known as the Pack of Light. Born as the beta's daughter, she was brought up in love, luxury and comfort..."

One by one, Asher guided me through my mother's memories. Her carefree childhood unfolded into her rebellious teenage years, seamlessly transitioning into her complex adulthood.

"She was cherished by all, especially Alpha Caelum, the alpha of the Solvaris pack. He considered her as his own daughter. As the youngest prodigy in the field of Celestial healing, she was full of life, curiosity and boundless potential to become whoever she wanted," he continued.

My mother, too, had an eidetic memory like me, which helped her become the youngest healer in the Solvaris pack at the age of twenty-two. And even though her fame reached far and wide, she always seemed dissatisfied.

I had always yearned to know more about my mother, but now that I was, I wished to know less.

I didn't want to learn anything that might challenge the version of her I had formed - the mother I had pieced together from her diaries. The more her memories brought her to life, the more distant she felt from the idealized figure I had created in my mind.

And now, as her idealized image was being dissected before my eyes, I could not bear it.

"Father, this is not enough. I can do so much more, discover so much more. If only I weren't bound by these senseless rules that stifle me at every turn! My growth is being strangled - my potential, wasted!"

My mother would often repeat these words to her father and the Alpha of the pack whenever they tried to stop her research or question her unorthodox methods of treatment.

Her father and Alpha Caelum would dismiss her, brushing off her words as mere childish rebellion. But to my mother, they meant far more. She wasn't just angry; she was suffocating.

She was always seeking more, striving to understand immortals and immortality in ways no one else had. But she was tightly bound by the Celestial laws, forbidding her from experimenting or testing on any living being. But they couldn't stop her from trying, and one event changed the course of her entire life.

With the permission of the parents of a child who failed to activate his immortality genes by the age of six, she secretly tested a few of her unauthorized potions on him. The experiment ended in tragedy, resulting in the child's death.

My mother was immediately taken into custody and brought before the Alpha to face justice. Her father was deeply disappointed by her actions and left her fate in the hands of Alpha Caelum, who could no longer defend my mother's actions. 'You have experimented on a Fortunate and killed him, breaking three most sacred laws of the paradise. One, to never interfere with Fortunates. Two, to never commit murder. And three, to never misuse one's power or knowledge. Your actions have enraged the sanctuaries.' Alpha Caelum addressed my mother in the court of Celestials, dressed in hooded white robes.

"Weak bloods are known as the Fortunates in the Celestial realm," Asher explained. "Unlike in the Infernal realm, they aren't killed or abandoned. Instead, they're taken to special sanctuaries, where they devote themselves to worshiping the Gods and practice chastity until the day they die. Those sanctuaries are strictly governed by priests, who hold significant influence over pack politics."

'But I had permission from the child's parents,' my mother argued, her voice desperate.

'And that is why they will be punished as well,' Alpha Caelum replied coldly. 'As for you, you are hereby expelled from the Solvaris pack - and the Celestial realm.'

My mother looked devastated, but she didn't plead for mercy.

'I accept,' she said brazenly as she strutted out of the court.

With a slow blink, I lowered my gaze, overtaken by an excruciating disappointment.

"Their society views weak bloods as a source of pride," Asher said. "But even in paradise, a Fortunate is forbidden from staying with their family. Just because their system works differently than ours doesn't mean it's any different at its core, any less harsh."

In the memories that followed, I understood what Asher meant.

had a son, five years old, who was a weak blood. To prevent him from being sent to the sanctuary, Alpha Caelum had been

announcing her punishment, Alpha Caelum

realm. Moreover, heaven can no longer satisfy your curiosities.

my home. Where am I supposed to go

Once you are there, go to Helxton and meet professor Belix. He knows all about you and

handed

the scroll,

want, experiment on whoever you want. No restrictions. No consequences.

you do this for

I have my selfish reasons. I want you to find a cure for my son, and I want you to share your findings,

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paradise, she

celestial, a celestial must undergo Severance," Asher explained. "It's a ritual where their divine soul is torn apart from their primary soul. When your mother fell,

that how she lost her

one's divine soul means losing the celestial wolf. That doesn't

their divine soul, they

wolf spirit. Even if they spend the rest of their lives in hell, they never regain a wolf spirit... at least, not naturally. I'm

a wolf

and fast rules here. With the right contract and the right demon, you can have anything you desire. But the price is always your soul. For some, that price is worth their desires. For others,

"Did my mother..."

intellect to catch the attention of the elite in our society. And eventually, she earned my father's confidence as well." I watched the memories

license, which allowed her to research further and under the guidance

was her first calculated step toward gaining the attention of the

00005s.org for the full experience. You

the professors' favorite. Not regulated by ethics or morals, I watched my mother descend into darkness. She stifled her conscience as if she had never had

all. She justified every action with the belief that it was for the advancement of healing and immortality. 'Thank you for

sick shivers down my spine every time I

making more sense. The spectrum

treatment plan for the High lady. My mother had already tested it several times on immortals

realize when my mind began absorbing all the information

a fleeting moment, like he was searching for something in me, but he quickly masked it. His voice, though

is as dangerous as it is noble, Xanthea," Asher said, his gaze meeting mine. "Wrong knowledge in the wrong hands has always led to disasters beyond our wildest imagination. And those disasters mostly fall on infernals because all goodness is for

healer's programme. His warnings and questions

snake, just as evil is ours," he said, his voice barely a whisper.

looked at Asher, and he held my

your conscience, Xanthea," Asher said, his voice firm yet gentle. "No matter how exciting it gets, no matter what questions it might answer, never lose your heart. Fight for your morals, your ethics. Stand against the world for what's right. I can't

tears,

emotions it was hard to tell if I was

***

and broken, their lifeless eyes staring right into my soul, accusing me. My eyes were hollow with terror,

subjects didn't die, but with everything she did to them, death would have been more merciful. She stole their lives without mercy, infecting healthy people with sickness she knew they wouldn't recover from. She took healthy immortals and dissected them, skin to flesh to bone; layer by layer. She cut kids open while they

churned. I shut my eyes. I wanted to scream, to look away, but I had to

myself to look at the memories again. I felt so dissociated that I made myself believe that the woman in these memories

the pain throbbing in

kids emotionally and mentally by isolating them and then she'd give them a pet or a playmate and just when they developed attachment with

excited, no longer thanked her subjects. Her bloodied hands grabbed bodies as though they were nothing more than

sentences. Lifeless body of a child,

'Another disappointm-'