Offered to the Triplet Alphas

Chapter-106. The blessed

[Raven]

Asher peered at me, his gaze lingering longer than usual, before turning toward the distant walls with a heavy sigh.

"I can't believe you are saying this," Asher said.

I lowered my eyes.

"Me too," I admitted, my voice quiet. "I can't believe I want those people near Ezra again, but... my knowledge, my experience, my powers... they're not enough to heal Ezra. The curse is interfering with the treatment. Nothing's working. I... don't know what to do. There's no way I can neutralize the curse's resistance. I've tried everything."

"Everything?" Asher's voice sharpened, and he turned to face me. "Really? Have you really tried everything? Or are you just too afraid to try everything you've got? Afraid that you'll make it all worse?"

"What do you mean? Do you think I'm holding back because I'm afraid of making things worse?" I shot back, my frustration rising.

"Yes," he said, his tone unwavering. "Because there's a way to slow down the curse and neutralize its resistance, even though it's temporary. But that method... it's only effective if you're willing to do what it takes, even if it's difficult." I shook my head, disbelief creeping in.

"The only way to even slow it down is if we have a dragon's blessing. But forget about blessings - we don't even have dragons in hell."

"Not alive, no," Asher said, his voice low and steady, "but dead, yes. And they're here because they want to be here. Otherwise, we wouldn't have been able to bring their skeletons into Hell or display them in the lounge of Helxton." I stared at the carpet of leaves crushed beneath my shoes, the memory of Helxton flooding my mind. My heartbeat quickened as I recalled everything that had happened there.

Asher placed his hand on my shoulder, studying me intently as though waiting for me to realize something important.

"Dead or alive, a dragon's blessing can always help," he said.

"But no dragon has ever blessed a demon. Not just demons, it takes celestials centuries, sometimes lifetimes, to receive a dragon's blessing. The dragons have only ever blessed a select few, and they're all in paradise." Asher smiled, a soft laugh escaping him as he lowered his head.

"What's so funny?" I glared at him, my frustration building.

He didn't answer right away. Silence hung heavy in the air, each second stretching like hours. My chest tightened, my impatience growing with every passing moment.

Holding my gaze, Asher said.

"Raven... it's time you step out of my shadows and see your own light."

his palm over

heart of a true

lost your mind? When did that happen?" I

"Follow me."

thoughts. Every moment I had spent beneath the dragon skeleton in Helxton flickered in my mind. We walked in silence for minutes until we reached the concrete gate that Ezra had destroyed

here?" I clenched my fists, trying to keep my rage at

took Ezra to the bunker... try to remember. Where did you go that night? What questions did you ask? What answers

That night...

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that ever brought me peace was Helxton. I felt more alive with the dragon's dead skeleton than with alive people walking in

again, carrying all my emotions, all

only thought that consumed me was: I never wanted to feel that

I asked was: what

I received in return was a sense

then a soft crack shattered the heavy silence both within and around me. Before I could lift my gaze, a small claw bone fell from the dragon's skeleton,

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my memories, I stared at

was... just a coincidence," I said, my voice shaking. "The dragon's claw fell, and I just happened

"There is no greater healer than a dragon, and they chose you. They responded to the purity of your heart and blessed you. So that night, when you felt nothing but helpless, you unknowingly

the words feeling foreign in my mouth. The concept

It saw something in you that even you failed

my head,

had blessed you, it would make sense. But why me? I am... nothing." I rubbed the back of my

into a faint,

and will always be - inferior to Raven." I froze under the weight of his words, my eyes widening as

his face for mockery, for any trace of

sensation rose in my

it. He meant every

with urgency. "Through you, many will find their

hard, I turned away, running clammy fingers through my hair. My mind swirled with tangled thoughts, and I bit the

now, which means his powers are more dangerous than ever. The old ways won't work on him. That's why you need to create new ones. To do that, you need to push past your

around me, my mind felt less cloudy. But there was an unfathomable restraint within me, as if there were invisible shackles holding me back from setting free and accepting what was logically the