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Chapter 53
"I wished you'd just cease to exist." The woman's voice, ragged and raw, sliced through the air like a rusty blade. Her dark hair, matted and unkempt, clung to her face as she grabbed the little boy's hair, her fingers digging into his scalp, and flung him against the wall of their squalid home.He landed with a thud, his small body crumpling, but his face remained terrifyingly blank. He made no sound, only scraped his nails on the wooden floor as if searching for purchase in the world.She looked as tattered and unkept as her words, barely hanging on to life herself. Stepping forward, she kicked him hard on the head. "Could you just get out of our lives already?""Hey, hey..." A hulking man, clearly drunk, swayed into the room, a cigarette dangling from his lips and a pistol clutched in his hand. "If you really don't wanna see him forever, why don't you just kill him?""We've done that several times, remember," she retorted, covering her mouth as if to stifle a retch. "But he just ke
Chapter 52
The sound of hammering and sawing echoed across the estate, punctuated by Fenris's familiar, exasperated muttering."Tsk, the three main reasons this place is a wreck are doing absolutely nothing, but I get to work twice as hard as everyone else, even though I more or less saved the day," he grumbled, pounding a nail. "This is racism. And for some reason, why am I so good at this? Is the body I'm wearing that of a pro carpenter? Jeez, I could win awards for these masterpieces!"His self-congratulatory monologue was cut short by the sight of a car driving through the gaping, broken gate—a souvenir from Elijah and Lilith's recent visit.The vehicle rolled to a slow halt beside the cracked fountain. Max and Dylan stepped out, their gazes sweeping over the ruin of the estate."This place is a mess," Dylan observed, his eyes scouting the widespread damage.Max closed the car door behind him. "So, they got to you guys too, huh?""You guys looking to work too? There's a lot left to do, y'see
Chapter 51
"Boom, boom, crash, thud, crash..."Sarah winced, her eyes fixed on the television screen as she flipped through channels with the remote. "They're at it again, aren't they?""Seems that way," Damien replied, lounging on a plush leather couch, seemingly unfazed by the commotion.Crash, thud, thud, boom! The sounds grew louder, closer."Hey, cut it out, you two! I'm trying to repair the mess you made, and you're only making it worse!" Kael's voice boomed from outside.A brief silence hung in the air, broken by the sudden, forceful swing of the door. Valen, dusting off his hands, tossed Fenris unceremoniously onto the floor."You might as well give up trying to escape, Fenris. You've learned by now escaping Valen is futile," Sarah said, her attention still glued to the TV remote."Arghh! This is blatant cheating! You're practically a cheat code! How do you do that?" Fenris groaned, scrambling to his feet."I can smell your pathetic attempts to flee even from ten miles away. Try again wh
Chapter 50
The tires hummed softly on the near-empty express highway, the silver gleam of the road stretching endlessly ahead. Max gripped the wheel with one hand, the other resting near the window, lost in thought. Beside him, Dylan sat quietly, his mask slightly tilted as he stared at the horizon.The silence had lingered for miles — not uncomfortable, just heavy."You sure your guys will be able to find their way using that old map I gave them?" Max asked, finally breaking the quiet.Dylan glanced over. “We’ve spent most of our lives tracking ancient beings across forgotten ruins. An old mansion shouldn't be a problem.” His voice softened. “Fret not. Your family’s in good hands.”Max gave a small nod but didn’t reply.Another stretch of silence passed before Dylan spoke again. “So… how did you manage to fend off two nobles in one night?”Max raised an eyebrow. “Why? Curious?”“Call it... personal interest,” Dylan replied, leaning back. “The first supernatural I ever faced was a rogue demon. H
Chapter 49: The Origin
Sunlight filters through the windows of an old, dusty study, illuminating swirling dust motes. Max leans against a bookshelf, his expression weary. The lead hunter, Dylan, sits opposite him, his team standing silently behind."You said history," the hunter prompts, his voice patient. "Start from the beginning."Max closes his eyes for a moment, gathering his thoughts. "It... it began with a betrayal," he says, his voice low. "An entity — powerful, ancient — was once a god, but he was overthrown by his own kind. The reasons why... they're complex, a story for another time. But that betrayal fueled him."He opens his eyes, focusing on the hunter. "He came to Earth seeking to wage war against the gods. But to do that, he needed an army. And he couldn't create life, not the way the gods could. So, he corrupted what already existed.""Corrupted it?" the hunter asks, leaning forward."He polluted the natural world," Max explains, a grimace twisting his lips. "He merged the essence of humans
Chapter 48
Max glanced at them but didn’t engage. "Unfortunately, this area isn’t known for wild animals," he said, turning back to the repairs."The ones we hunt aren’t the ones you watch in documentaries," the man replied. "Intel suggests two of them specifically targeted your house which was unusual. They were clearly after something.""Trust me; you've come to the wrong place," Max retorted, his attention still fixed on his repair.A thud interrupted them — a crash from inside.He dashed into the house.Inside, his son had collapsed in fear at the sight of the masked strangers. The trauma from that night was still fresh in his mind. His limbs trembled; his breathing was erratic.Max rushed to him, holding him tightly. The boy clung to him like he was the only thing keeping the darkness away.The lead hunter understood the situation. Silently, he and his team removed their masks. Their faces were calm, composed — human.He stepped forward slowly, crouching to the boy’s level."Hey, kiddo," he
Chapter 47
She jolted up from her sleep, panting and sweating, each breath came in heavy... She looked around the dark room like she was confirming if she was still dreaming. The room was eerily dark, only little moonlight was about to pass through the thick window. The atmosphere chillyShe sat up properly still trying to make out what she saw in her dream."The usual nightmare?" A voice came in from the shadows. It's voice She looked in the direction the voice was coming from without much concern. "Yeah," she replied. "But, just like before, I couldn't discern who or what it was."An eerie glowing set of crimson eyes formed from the darkness, slowly taking shape as the moonlight took in its form. "What was he like?"She gave a look that showed she was trying to remember what she had dreamt. "He felt like he was born of divine nature, but I also felt overwhelming darkness." She explained. "He was in the sky, radiating both brightness and darkness. Wielding dual blades, one of pure lightning,
Chapter 46
Palmer stirred. His vision, still hazy, slowly cleared until the first thing he saw was the familiar sheen of black-streaked silver hair cascading around a delicate face. He realized his head was cradled in someone's lap, the embrace both comforting and tender. It was Lilith.He blinked again, taking in the concerned faces surrounding him... every one of them watching anxiously, waiting for him to wake."Any later than this," Lilith said, forcing a smile through her teary eyes, "and we'd have declared you dead."Fenris squinted. “Wait, you weren’t joking when you said that earlier?”"She’s clearly joking, dolt... Take a hint," Ivy snapped, dropping a knuckle hard on his head."Oww!" Fenris yelped, recoiling.Without warning, Lilith grabbed Palmer and hugged him tightly, burying her face in his shoulder. Her tears came without restraint, soaking through his clothes as she sobbed uncontrollably.Palmer smiled softly, one hand rising to gently stroke her hair. "You haven’t changed... ev
Chapter 45
A day passed, which stretched into weeks, but his father never returned. The silence of the cave grew heavy, broken only by the drip, drip, drip of water from the ceiling. Elias, his anxiety growing with each passing hour, finally decided to leave the cave and search for his father.He ventured out into the forest, his senses heightened, his steps cautious. He soon noticed faint trails of blood on the grasses and twigs, marking the path his father had taken. He suddenly realized he had developed an acute sense of smell, able to discern the distinct scent of blood, a scent that was both intriguing and repulsive.He followed the scent back towards the village, his heart pounding with a mixture of hope and dread. But what he met with upon his arrival was deafening silence and a scene of unspeakable horror.Bodies of villagers lay scattered everywhere, their limbs twisted at unnatural angles, their guts spilled out in grotesque displays. The stench of death and decay was overwhelming, a s
