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The beast leaned closer, pressing against my restraint, tempting me with the simplicity of surrender. “Take a closer look, Kane,” it urged, its voice a mocking caress. One step, one touch, you’d know exactly how it feels. I gritted my teeth, ignoring the flare of heat at its words. Control, I reminded myself. This was my mother sitting here, not some prey to be indulged upon. Yet my beast seemed to revel in my struggle. “Mother or not,” it whispered, “blood is blood. And you crave it, don’t you?”

The grey yearling who had snapped at me earlier whimpered, pressing his belly to the grass. I didn't growl. I didn't need to. I simply stood there, gold eyes scanning the circle, asserting a dominance that felt like a physical chain around their necks. I could feel their fear, their uncertainty, and their desperate need for someone to help them carry the weight of the beast. Behind me, I heard the heavy thuds of two more shifts. Shouts of alarm rippled through the onlookers as Osric and Elian followed my lead. Kiya stepped toward the edge of the circle, the silver bowl held high. "The blood knows its master," she chanted.

She sings, "My dreamer of dreams, where will you dwell? Will you make your bed in heaven? Or will you stay in hell? Will you meet your maker or remain the co-creator? My dreamer, deep dreamer, make your presence known." The earth starts rumbling beneath me. The entire island quakes. I hear cows mooing and dogs barking. My entire body trembles as I repeat my mother's chant. My back splits open as the beast begins to rise. The baby begins to cry, and I open my eyes. Seeing my monstrous form, he squeals in terror. While he cries and cries, I look deep inside his soul. The two of us become one, and I consume him whole. Mrs. Dotson says, "That's all for today."

I was just frozen to the core! I stared with a racing heart, saying repeatedly, "You're not real! You're not real!! You're just my imagination!" I sang it like a rhyme, shaking in my stand. This beast stared at me with those scary eyes, silently. I kept singing those words when I felt something sliding down from my forehead to my face. The smell triggered my fear in an instant. "Mmm. Is that blood I smell?" The beast finally uttered, grinning at me with delight. My forehead was bleeding from the strong impact to the ground. I could also smell my own blood as it flowed down to my face.

USSF lances rain from orbit—blood-pattern beams screaming down, piercing clean through matriarch flesh. The triad lashes desperate—tendrils whipping supersonic, gravity crushing armor, illusions of drowned London flooding minds with screams of the dead. Pain lances—blood in mouth. But we hold. Bond flares across the Court—power surging shared. I channel everything—crown, blood, storm, rage. **Abyssal Canticle**—voice carrying divine fury. Swarm screams real—shattering glass miles away. Trinity fractures—shadow unraveling, bone crumbling, river boiling.

I let my power rise, my irises glowing red-hot, threatening to burn him on the spot. But then he spoke. And what he said made the red in my eyes flicker. "Imagine yourself in a crowd, Zubat… noises, screams… you smell happiness while you’re still drowning in pain…” His voice was soft and almost a whisper but it echoed in my ear like thunder. That was the 'Beast’s Prayer', a cursed chant sealed long ago because Zubat used it to feed his bloodlust, and it destroyed everything. “Stop him!” Kane barked, already charging forward as the guards scrambled into action.

As my soul began to fade, becoming more and more translucent, Zach reached out into the thin air, almost as if in a trance. "Joey, was it this painful… before you died? Joey, I avenged you," he murmured. Then, a sudden flash of lights flickered behind him, and the shrill wail of sirens sliced through the night. Without a second thought, Zach jumped into the bear enclosure.

My eyes instantly opened when my legs were easily grabbed. The beast pulled me to its side like I was nothing, it showed its full dominance by the loud sneer that was making me want to submit. I knew I wasn't strong enough to fight or escape it, but that didn't mean I was going to willingly do what the beast wanted, at least at that minute. I wasn't going to submit no matter what. "Let me go, what do you want from me!" I screamed on top of my voice. It growled again and this time it pushed me to a rock where I hit my head.

“But I promise you will be.” I punched him in the face and felt the bones in his nose break under my knuckles. He screamed, blood oozing from his nostrils. I leaned over him again, punching his face harder, savoring the crack of bone under my fist. His screams filled the night and I basked in his terror. My fists dripped red as the fucker wailed like a dying beast. A gust of wind stirred the trash littering the alley. The sweet-spicy scent of an omega blooming into heat tickled my nose, and I paused mid-punch.

The commander spoke as they headed out the door. Christopher grinned. "I'm not Beast anymore." Bruce cocked his head in surprise. "You do know that we called you Beast because of how you are out on the field, right? The way you went through Crucible and everything else you tackle is what makes you a beast." Christopher shrugged. "I guess I didn't know that. But it didn't bother me. I don't mind being called Beast by you guys…" He left the rest unsaid and headed out of the room.