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“Because if you fail, the rest of us don’t stand a chance.” She smirked faintly. “Honest.” He met her gaze. “And because you’re not what they told us you’d be.” “What did they tell you?” she asked. “That you’d be wrath,” he said. “All storm and vengeance.” “And I’m not?” Ryn considered. “You are. But you’re also restraint. That scares people more.” The third week changed everything. Soul-reading wasn’t meant to be taught lightly. Sera hesitated before introducing it, her expression grave.

He always went straight to the point, one of the things I respected him for. A quality that didn't stop him from being cunning and intimidating. "What are you going to do to me? Kill me?" I asked making sure my face wasn't betraying any emotion. To him, emotions are signs of weakness and it riles him to see any of his"tools" show signs of weakness. "Now what do you mean by that? I'm sure you know you're one of the most valuable assets we have here and your little distress can't change that. I'm sure with time, you'll be better."

He disagrees that these souls of mine should be allowed respite. They are here to serve me, to work for me. They are my soldiers, in a way, and their job is an enteral one of service. “Are you still upset with me, Celeste?” Placing the soul into the pool gently, I turn around and look at him with outrage.

Lowan asked. "Yes. De-souling is a process of conjuring your soul as a weapon. Not everyone is capable of this; only those who are touched by the dark can de-soul. They harbor a dark seedling inside their souls capable of either great good or great evil. Unlike you, most individuals cannot control the darkness and end up being controlled by the dark instead. Some call them possessed, some call them corrupted, some even call them demons, but the truth is, they are seedlings. Seedlings of the dark, hence, darklings," explained Ms. Reina. She continued, "I would like to know more about you guys and how your powers came to be. Please, share your story."

Looking up at the sky with the sad smile plastered on his face he spoke up, "Why so hatred for me, ya Rab?" Miles away from him the girl with a cuddling baby in her arms uttered looking up at the sky, "I express my deep gratitude to Y ou for sending this angel to me, Ya Rab."