Daughter of oblivion: Claimed by four alpha(s)-Chapter 105 - 104: Eryx is being Judged...

Eryx looked away, but there was no escape. Three pairs of eyes were on him, cutting him open piece by piece.

Azrael’s voice finally came low, trembling with the urge to kill. "If she wasn’t behind that door right now," he growled, "I’d break every bone in your body."

Rhydric’s expression didn’t change.

And for the first time that night...Eryx realized he wasn’t just being confronted.

He was being judged by the only people whose opinions mattered.

Eryx’s chest rose and fell, his jaw tight, eyes burning with humiliation and anger.

Their stares were knives, cutting into him from every direction.

Theo’s words echoed in the hallway like a slap he couldn’t dodge.

Azrael looked one breath away from shifting and ripping into him.

Rhydric hadn’t blinked once, his stare cold enough to freeze bone.

Eryx finally barked out a humorless laugh...sharp, bitter and exhausted.

"You know what?" He shook his head. "I’m done talking to the three of you like I’m some fucking criminal."

Azrael growled so low it felt like the walls vibrated.

Eryx lifted a hand in frustration.

"No matter what I say, you’ll twist it. You already made up your mind that I’m the villain here."

Note: He wasn’t painting Athena as the villain

He took a step back, shoulders tense, veins standing out along his forearm. "I didn’t touch her the way you’re all imagining...yeah I did made out with her." His voice cracked with anger. "And whether you believe me or not it doesn’t matter to me anymore."

Theo scoffed like he was ready to start round two. Rhydric’s jaw ticked once, slow and dangerous.

Eryx looked at them one last time, at the distrust, the hostility, the barely-contained rage.

It burned.

"You want someone to blame?" he said quietly, bitter. "Fine. Point your fingers at me. But don’t pretend any of you would’ve handled seeing her like that any better."

Azrael took a threatening step forward.

Rhydric shifted his gaze away from Eryx and took in a deep breath. Theo’s nostrils flared.

Eryx didn’t wait for any of them to speak.

He turned sharply, his boots slamming against the floor as hestormed out, shoulders stiff, fury radiating off him.

The echo of his footsteps faded, but the tension he left behind stayed nailed to the hallway like a stain none of them could scrub off.

The forest swallowed them whole. The kind of silence that made even predators think twice.

Armand walked ahead, completely unfazed, a limp body thrown over his shoulder like it weighed nothing. Blood still glistened on his jawline, catching the faint moonlight as they moved deeper into the woods.

Alaric kept pace beside him, shovel in hand, boots sinking into the soft soil. He looked irritated no, infuriated but too focused to waste energy expressing all the ways Armand was stressing him tonight.

When they reached a secluded clearing, Alaric stopped.

"This is far enough," he muttered, already jamming the shovel into the ground.

Armand dropped the dead student without a second of hesitation. The body hit the dirt with a dull thud.

He stretched his arms lazily. "Is this really necessary?" His voice was flat, borderline bored. "We could just dump him here and leave. Animals will take care of it by morning."

Alaric froze mid-dig. Then he turned... very slowly. The glare he gave Armand could have melted steel. "Are you..." he inhaled sharply, as if praying for patience or else he might just kill his twin brother. "...completely stupid?"

Armand blinked at him. "Excuse me?"

Alaric stabbed the shovel into the ground again, this time with so much force it sent dirt flying.

"And when the coroner miraculously finds your fingerprints all over the body? When they match your DNA with your bite marks? When your dumbass ends up behind bars?" He stepped closer, lowering his voice to a deadly growl. "Is that what you want, you impulsive, blood-drunk asshole?"

Armand rolled his eyes so hard it was a miracle they didn’t fall out.

"Oh, please. As if prison could hold me."

"THAT’S NOT THE POINT!" Alaric snapped, resuming his digging with fast, angry thrusts of the shovel. "The point is not leaving evidence. The point is not causing a human investigation. The point is YOU not making a mess I have to clean up every damn time."

Armand folded his arms, unimpressed.

"You’re so dramatic."

Alaric stopped digging again.

Turned his head very, very slowly.

"...Say that again."

Armand held up both hands, chuckling under his breath. "Fine, fine. Dig your stupid hole."

Alaric hissed through clenched teeth.

"It’s not stupid. It’s called covering our tracks ..something you should try sometime."

Armand nudged the corpse with his foot.

"You done? Because I’m getting hungry again."

Alaric glared daggers at him but kept digging, muttering under his breath,

"I swear, one of these days, I’m burying you in one of these holes..."

"That’s cute," Armand smirked. "You can try."

Alaric ignored him. He kept digging. Because of course he did. He always cleaned up Armand’s chaos.

After they’re done burying the body...Armand leaned against Alaric, arms crossed, a smirk on his face, staring at the grave. "You know, I think that’s overkill. They’d never find him anyway. You’re just paranoid, twin."

Alaric’s eyes narrowed, and without a word, he shoved Armand hard in the chest, making him stumble backward and curse under his breath.

"You think this is paranoia?" Alaric growled, gripping the shovel that was on the floor like a weapon. "Imagine the headlines if anyone saw your stupid, blood-smeared jaw or noticed the bite marks...oh wait, that’s you, Mr. Charming Vampire. Everyone would know exactly what a psycho you are."

Armand tilted his head, dry blood glinting in the moonlight at the corner of his mouth, and he licked it casually, as if daring Alaric to lose it. "You say that like it’s a bad thing."

Alaric pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a long, exasperated sigh. "You are insufferable. Literally insufferable." He jabbed a finger at him. "You look like a complete idiot right now. And if anyone did see that? Oh, what a show. You’d be the star of the century, and not in a good way."

Armand laughed, a low, amused sound that grated on Alaric’s nerves. "Relax. No one’s around to judge me."

Alaric jabbed him again with the shovel. "You really have no concept of subtlety, do you?"

Armand wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, still smirking. "Subtlety is boring."

Alaric shook his head and muttered, more to himself than to Armand, "You’re so stupid sometimes... I swear, I don’t know why I even bother."

Armand smirked, enjoying getting on Alaric nerves. "Let’s get to the party after this, twin. What do you think?"

Although, Armand was like the quiet one, but with his brother...he’s such a baby boy. And Alaric always ends up cleaning his mess...so he got used to being helped and he literally became utterly useless, always leaning on Alaric for help.

"We’re going home!" Alaric barked, cutting him off mid-sentence, his voice sharp and commanding, cutting through Armand’s smirk.

Armand blinked, momentarily thrown, a laugh threatening to escape, but Alaric didn’t give him the chance. "No party...you’ve lost the chance...You look like a bloody fool. We’re going home before anyone sees you and I lose my mind."

Armand raised an eyebrow, smirk twitching. "You... you’re serious?"

Alaric pointed at him, his expression stone-cold. "Deadly serious. Now move. We’re done with this idiocy. Home. Now."

Armand rolled his eyes, but knowing when not to push, finally tossed his shrug aside. "Fine, fine... genius twin, lead the way."

Alaric didn’t even glance back, already marching ahead with purpose, leaving Armand muttering and shaking his head, though secretly likes this cocky part of his twin, because then his energy would match his.