Offered to the Triplet Alphas
Chapter 115
Chapter-115. Spells and promises
[Xanthea]
Blood streamed down my broken hand, merging with the holy rain as it dripped from my fingertips, pooling around my bare feet as I stood against Yandor, the masked celestial prince, and Nikolai.
The celestial prince panted, his bated breaths cautious as he stared at me, a glowing white sword drawn to his side.
Yandor's axe fell off his hand as he grabbed his chest and fell to his knees, vomiting blood.
"Lord Yandor!" Nikolai rushed to my grandfather, breathless. "Wh-what the hell just happened? We crossed the darkness barrier, and then you attacked Asher. But he couldn't fight back. So when... who... wait-"
His confused gaze widened with a mix of horror and incredulity when they met my indifferent scrutiny.
"Don't tell me she..." Nikolai frowned. "But that's impossible... she's just an omega, too weak to inflict this kind of damage on a celestial alpha, let alone an armed warrior like-
"Please revoke the spell, my lady," the celestial prince pleaded, trying to step closer when-
"I dare you to take another step," I said in a rugged, calm tone.
The celestial prince's grip tightened over the hilt of his sword. His figure was blurred lightly because of the misty downpour, but I could see the wariness crystal clear in his demeanor.
"Losing five years of your life for a demon? Is it worth it?" the prince asked.
Although his words were condescending, his tone seemed rather neutral.
His calculating gaze flicked past me to my mother's grave, where Asher lay on his back - barely conscious. His black overcoat spilled over the white marble, streaked with blood that trailed down the edges, seeping into the roots of the blue forget-me-nots. 'Your heart is pure and innocent, Xanthea. Don't let bad karma stain it. Promise me. No matter what happens, you will never use your mother's knowledge to hurt or kill...' Asher's words echoed in my head. 'You must keep your soul clean.'
I had promised Asher that I would always remain within the restraints of righteousness, adhere to the strict boundaries of morals and ethics Freya Plath had planted in my subconscious.
But what use is a pure heart if all I can do is stand by and watch you suffer?
What's the point of a clean soul if I can't even save you?
You think I don't understand that once the curse is lifted, once it's all over... you plan
to send me to paradise? To my home. The place I rightfully belong.
But what use is paradise to me when I want to belong in hell with you and your brothers?
Even so... I didn't want to break the promise I made to you and look where it has led
us.
Right now... even though it may seem that I had broken my promise, I was still standing within the realm of righteousness.
Gritting my teeth, I clenched my fingers into fists.
The moment Asher told me about the celestials, I knew that this meeting, above all of Asher's other reasons, was to test me. To see how I handled my mother's inheritance when seeking power wasn't a temptation, but a compulsion.
I might have failed his test, but I wouldn't change a thing about this situation.
of those few moments. While my mind and body reacted almost on its own, I was fully aware of
everything that needed to
***
(A few moments ago)
percent..." I remember Asher mumbling through
his words, I naturally knew we had less than twenty minutes until the dome was completed. And
feel the tremor of the shudder that had crawled down my spine as the horrifying images of demons being annihilated in the divine domes surfaced from my mother's memories. No matter what countermeasures she used, no demon
deep breath while all my mother's knowledge, experience and abilities manifested in their full force
skills, which included things like instant
I couldn't wield nearly 80% of my mother's advanced abilities. Spells, intricate magic circles, and a whole nother domain of mana- centric skills were
magic, there was a special category of spells and mana symbols designed for the mana-less, granting me access to 15%
force, shortening their lifespan, the duration
was why, despite an eternal life, even immortals preferred
went through a
diagnosis spell that reveals all the ailments/weaknesses/wounds/vulnerabilities someone has suffered on the physiological,
life-force (irreversible)
the back. There, in my
list of spells she had invented
de-healing spell that reverses the subject's healing process. It can reopen old wounds, both visible and invisible, physical
5 years of life-force (irreversible), blood tongue, undivided visible focus on the targeted wound, chanted thrice to
cut, bite, or chew their tongue until their mouth filled
for the full
worst mental traumas, memories, distorting their perception of reality until they turn suicidal. The spell turns even the happy memories into sources of
blood tongue, an emotional connection with the subject,
my mind from memorizing any more of those X-forbidden spells. But because of my eidetic memory, I had instinctively acquired everything
I couldn't be reckless with the spells, so I concentrated
magic circles, even mortals could create mana symbols and still achieve nearly 99%
required various kinds of inks and spells to be effective. And drawing them correctly
test subjects and experiments until she created the ultimate concentrated essence of a
and lengthy incantations. The best part, they could achieve the same efficiency
symbols couldn't be used on a single person at the same time. Doing so would put a severe strain on their body, causing more harm than healing. So, I had to choose the most effective symbol to help
oblivious to these revolutionary symbols because my mother had destroyed them, along with
I decided to use them to heal Asher because his condition was worsening with every passing second. Despite never having created a mana symbol
that they became an instinct ingrained in her. And that instinct was passed down to
symbol, a symbol
and it wasn't just because the rain smudged my
on a demon as long as the holy
"Damn it!"
draw the symbol again when Asher grabbed my hand. His grip had
on me. It won't work. I
burning, from skin to bones, and I told
color right off his irises when Asher widened his eyes at my
His trembling fingers brushed against
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