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The being's expression changed. Kael suddenly stopped shaking. He opened his eyes. The pressure disappeared. Lyra stood. You don't understand humans. The being stared. Humans? We're not gods anymore. We're not creators. We're not weapons. We're just people. And that's why you can't control us. The being laughed. You believe freedom makes you strong? Lyra smiled. No. It makes us unpredictable. The little girl stepped forward. And you hate that. The being looked at her.

Pure silver. My own breath hitched in my throat. Lucian smiled. "And here we have him. Our venerable Elder." The man regarded me, his expression unchanging. Then, his voice sliced through the stillness like a blade. "It is time for the abomination to be destroyed." The words sent shivers down my spine. Not 'her.' Not even my name. The abomination. A measured, deliberate dehumanisation. The Council never thought of me as human. Just an error that needs to be erased.

While I mentally prepare myself, scanning the room for something to use in a physical fight against her, Akida sighs and and finally brings herself to face me. "Listen to me very carefully, Euroah. Zion, your master, is a cold hearted and lonely son of a bitch. He's a lot of things, but he's not evil. He just has a temper. He's been through so much. I can't tell you anything else because of patient confidentiality, but you just have to trust me. He doesn't set out to hurt people. And I'm so sorry. I told him to go find someone to play with, but I never imagined that this idiot would go the route of buying a slave! "

"She's in confinement back at the old base, throwing a tantrum." "A little hardship will straighten her out. Kids need discipline when they don't listen," he added confidently. "Don't worry. Those military-grade cryopods are built like tanks. The zombies won't be able to get inside to kill her." I lunged forward, desperately trying to scream the truth in their faces. "I'm dead! You left me in your so-called military cryopod, and I froze to death!" I shouted. But my hands passed straight through Dad's body. I couldn't touch anything, nor could I make a single sound.

[Xanthea] “Genocide…” I blankly stared at Vincent as the word ‘genocide’ hung heavily in the air before it finally sliced through my bones like shards of glass. One moment, I was numb and the next, thoughts stormed through my mind, crashing into the growing pit in my chest as he kept speaking. “It was an experiment conducted on the entire population of the weak-bloods across all the nine packs of the Infernal realm...” Vincent’s deep voice grew darker with each word, his gaze distant, as if he were reliving a haunting memory.

Whenever he fed on humans, he couldn't stop till he killed them. Reducing his intake helped him control and manage his urges. Whenever he fed directly from humans, he made sure they were bad people and deserved it. Darius understood, so he didn't ask further questions. “I still think you should take a ride around the city. Clear your head. You look like hell,” he teased. “I'll do that,” Lucien said. Darius got up from the couch. “Well, I think I should be heading out now,” “Do not run off again,” Lucien teased.

"You want a war, Father? Fine. But you forgot something. You forgot I've been awake in that pod for months. Listening. Learning. Breaking your programming. And I taught the others how to do it too." The children stopped. Turned. Looked at his father. "Kill him instead," Genesis said softly. "Kill the man who made you slaves." His father's confidence cracked. "That's impossible. The programming is—" "Broken. Like everything you touch. Like everyone you control. We're done being your puppets." The children advanced. Toward their creator. Toward the man who'd built them. Owned them. Used them. His father ran. The children followed. His screams echoed through the compound. Then stopped. Abruptly

There are mass graves. Lyra's abdomen stiffened. How many? Thousands, perhaps tens of thousands. From the glass, Marcus's face seemed stone-carved. Your brother is not just getting stronger. He has started his so-called "cleansing". " The cleaning process? Regularly murdering anybody he judges is not good enough. Omegas, half-breeds, people who married wolf clans. At last, Marcus looked her way. On a pile of skeletons, he is creating his ideal empire. The letter written by Lyra turned heavy all of a sudden. Though she knew Kael was wicked, this was genocide.

"The Fourth Verse isn't a song, child. It’s a Command Code. It’s the 'Root Password' for the Mother and Father Roots. Leo and Mia didn't write it because they knew that once it was played, the Synthesis would be Formatted. It returns the biological matter to its base state. It deletes the 'Soul' and leaves the 'Utility'." ​He tapped a button on his desk. A holographic display of the Earth appeared, but it was being stripped of its green canopy, the cities turning back into grey, sterile Sterling blocks. ​"The Siphons are coming to delete the galaxy because it’s messy," Sterling said, sipping his drink. "I’m going to show them that humanity can be Clean again. I’m going to use the Fourth Vers

I say. Dylan held my hand. "Eat those humans. You will never regret it. I chose those heartless, sinner, merciless, hitmen— you name it. Those humans who could do something to ruin the peace of this world." I closed my eyes, winning over the beastly nature trying to escape out of my body. My ferocious soul, that cursed part of me, would never win over me. Not tonight. "...you and Mune can eat them all."