Beyond the Bloodline-Chapter 187: The Irreversible Nexus (Jamie’s POV)

Hatred.

An extreme emotional dislike or disgust towards something or someone.

I was five years old when I first discovered the meaning of that word.

At that time, my both hands were not enough to count the number of things I Hated.

From small insignificant things like hating certain foods, to major things like the Family Heads of Vassal clans tried to match me up with their daughters every time they saw me—regardless of whether they were older than me by centuries or they were still new-borns barely aware of their own existence.

With each year that followed after that, I added a new thing to that list. And after ten years, Hatred became something that Jamie Franklin Westley was all too familiar with.

I hated being weak.

Despite my considerable influence as the son of the Universe’s most powerful Werewolf Emperor, many still regarded me as nothing more than a "child who hadn’t yet surpassed the realm of Transcendence".

Naturally, there were many deities who didn’t take me seriously and sometimes my opinions and objections in certain situations were dismissed as nothing more than a "child’s words" or a "child’s tantrum".

I possessed the potential for great power, but that was all it was—potential.

I was seen as an "unfulfilled promise", a beacon of strength that had not yet blazed into full glory. To them, my potential was nothing more than a distant dream, a tantalizing glimpse of what could be but was not yet.

That’s probably why I was so desperate to gain power as fast as possible.

Venturing into danger zones and restricted areas where stronger monsters lurked so I could gain more EXP and level up faster, seeking to gain a vast array of skills across both sides of the polarity spectrum, determined to bridge the chasm between potential and reality as fast as possible.

In the end, that’s what ended up with me getting captured that day.

In hindsight, that was actually my fault for going somewhere I had been repeatedly warned not to. But since nothing bad had happened before, I had grown desensitized to the potential dangers.

’Today would be the same as always’—is what I thought.

But I guess, it’s ’Many days for the thief and one day for the owner’.

That day just so happened to be the Owner’s day.

Perhaps, if I had gone in a few minutes later, I might’ve missed them.

But the fact that I went in at that time cannot be changed. So was the fact that I was captured and brought to Angela, who then turned me into a Hybrid.

These were all things that could NOT be changed.

One might argue that it was possible to go back in time and change things, maybe warn my past self of the danger.

However, this was impossible.

Space and Time were two things that went together.

With my absurdly high Spatial Affinity, it was only natural I had to add Time to balance the equation.

’Balance’ was a very important thing for me, after all. I had been ’Balancing’ all my powers even before awakening my skills.

Time power enhanced my Spatial Manipulation and allowed me to manipulate the fabric of Space-Time with terrifying ease.

It granted me precise control that trumped everyone in my Realm and even a Realm above me.

My Time Law comprehensions—though not up to the level of a Pseudo-Authority—allowed me to understand something.

The event in which Mira and I were turned into Hybrids was a Nexus Event in our Lives.

Not just Mira and I. And not just our lives.

All Six Hybrids, and the Universe itself.

It was impossible for that event to be reversed.

Even if all the Deities with Time Authorities were to pool their powers together and go back in time, nothing they could do would stop us from becoming Hybrids.

The Universe itself would find a way to force Mira and I into Angela’s hands, and she would realize we possessed the King’s and Queen’s blood she was after and turn us into Hybrids.

It was irreversible and unchangeable.

Another thing that was unchangeable was the fact that we had our Hybrid powers.

We couldn’t lose them even if we wanted to.

All six of us became Hybrids by Angela’s hands, but there were subtly different reasons for each one of us.

Sarina had a deal with Angela.

Richard, John and Olivia were turned because Angela wanted her children to be Undying and didn’t want to lose them the way she lost the rest of her family.

I gotta say, she was pretty tenacious and...was very paranoid.

To think that she had placed her children in cryostasis with magic for over a million years while she searched high and low for a way to create what she termed as ’Hybrids’ after her success.

[A/N: So, the Cathedral Siblings are chronologically a million years older than Jamie and Miranda. Mentally, they are the same as they didn’t ’experience’ those years.]

As for Mira...Angela used her to test out the Vampire Bloodline infusion method she used on me in the end.

She simulated it many times, but she still needed to do a live test to be sure she was correct.

Then there was me.

Perhaps because she tinkered with my Bloodline a lot, I gained the ability to control it and prevent her from being able to access what she needed for her experiment’s success.

With this, I was able to cut a deal with the Witch, one that ended up with me welcoming becoming a Hybrid.

But unlike me, Mira didn’t welcome these powers.

I can never forget that day.

I had just barely finished shrugging off Olivia when I heard Mira’s scream.

That was the first time I ever created a Spatial Gate.

Was it emotion? My overwhelming desire to get to Mira in that instant? Whatever it was, it was why I had been able to manipulate spatial laws to break open the fabric of space and cross the distance in less than a second.

I didn’t think much of it then as my goal was to get to Mira and find out why she was screaming.

Upon discovering it was the Sun, I remembered Angela’s words.

Mira and the other four were different.

They were successes, but they weren’t Perfect Successes.

Their powers didn’t come immediately like mine did, nor were their powers as potent as mine.

It was going to take a while for their bodies and souls to adapt and manifest all their powers.

But even knowing this, I was genuinely scared Mira had inherited all the weaknesses of a Vampire.

All these thoughts and fears filled my mind as I dragged Mira out of the Sun, even rushing to use my blood to help heal her.

Nevertheless, it wasn’t necessary as Mira’s wounds healed on their own.

Unfortunately, she was conscious throughout this process. As such, the sight was one that had serious effects on her mentality.

How long after that was it?

Mira locked herself up for months, refusing to see anyone or even eat.

Even worse was the self-loathing that was born within her during that time.

Her powers were slowly manifesting so her wounds healed up far faster than they did when she was burned with the sun, but that wasn’t enough to cover up all the traces of the things she did to herself.

The pieces of flesh trapped in her nails, the shattered mirror fragments with bloodstained edges, and the lumps of hair scattered across the room.

It was all too easy for me to guess that she had clawed at herself out of her own skin. If that wasn’t enough for me to know she was losing it, then her fear of the silver in her own hair was enough.

As her left iris slowly changed from its original purple to blue, Mira got even worse.

Her weaknesses had not yet disappeared, as such, her thoughts grew more erratic and uncontrolled due to the hunger pangs that came with not consuming blood.

Vampires felt things more strongly than most races. Their feelings and emotions were heightened just like their senses.

But heightened feelings and emotions weren’t what Mira could deal with at the time, as it only made her self-destructive tendencies even worse.

Her hatred of her Vampiric powers was amplified, and that soon turned into hatred for having become a Hybrid, especially not of her own volition.

Seeing her self-destructive nature getting even worse, I couldn’t let her be.