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

heart. The heart of a true healer. The heart that is blessed by a

your mind? When did

"Follow me."

towards the walls, and I reluctantly followed him. My mind raced with thousands of 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

clenched my fists, trying to keep my rage

bunker... try to remember. Where did you go that night? What

That night...

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was Helxton. I felt more alive with the dragon's dead skeleton

that night... I went there again, carrying all my emotions, all

me was: I never wanted to feel

I asked was: what would I do if Ezra

Each time, all I received in return was a sense of lightness, a peaceful heart, as if

and around me. Before I could lift my gaze, a small claw bone fell from

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memories,

shaking. "The dragon's claw fell, and I

they chose you. They responded to the purity of your heart and blessed you. So that night, when you felt

muttered, the words feeling foreign in my mouth. The

will be a lot of things happening for the first time. A dragon has blessed a demon for the first time and it happened to you. It saw something in you that

my head, averting

you, it would make sense. But why

lips curled into a faint,

others. Asher was - and will always be - inferior to Raven." I froze under the weight of his words, my eyes widening as goosebumps prickled along my skin.

searched his face for mockery, for any trace of sarcasm - but there was

sensation rose in my

it. He meant

this blessing," Asher continued, his prophetic voice charged with urgency. "Through you, many will find their purpose, their second chances, their new beginnings. So today, you must accept the dragon's blessings,

my hair. My mind swirled with tangled

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

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 best option