Obsessed with a High-Ranking Esper (BL)-Chapter 311: Eyes that mirrored Seraphyne’s
Thaurion sighed, the sound heavy with irritation, and rose from his seat. His boots echoed against the polished stone as he walked out, his aura simmering with restrained fury. He had one destination in mind and that was confronting Jian Ci.
Despite Jian Ci’s ferocity, despite the way he had torn through the imperial guardians with bloodlust in his eyes he was still in the devil’s playground.
He was outnumbered, surrounded, and eventually struck down. The repressant dart had found its mark, sinking into his flesh, and his powers had been bound. Just like Yu Xi, Jian Ci was now restrained, his strength sealed away.
Meanwhile, StarNet burned. The live streams blazed across the Orion Drift, igniting outrage in every corner of the empire. People watched in horror as the truth unfolded before their eyes. They had always suspected evil lurked in the shadows, but now they saw it laid bare.
Across the Drift, guides had been disappearing for years. It was the reason the Guide Protection Organization had been formed, though even that had failed to stop the abductions. Every year, more vanished. And now, the streams revealed who was behind it all.
Women and children were shown being freed from grounded labs, their faces pale, their eyes wide with disbelief. Some had not seen the sun in years, perhaps never. Their frail bodies and hollow gazes told stories of torment and captivity.
The people’s anger rose like a tidal wave. They demanded justice.
And when they saw who was rescuing these prisoners, their shock deepened. It was Eros. The infamous criminal, the man who had once vowed to take down the imperial family, the man who had been branded the most wanted in Virelia.
They remembered him. They remembered his rebellion and now, seeing the truth of the empire’s crimes, many began to wonder if he had been right all along. Otherwise, how could so many guides have been kidnapped, their children twisted into experiments?
The entirety of Virelia was burning, streets were filled with protests, voices rose in fury, the empire’s grip slipping.
Thaurion clenched his fists. He had only one choice left.
He would interrogate his son. He would drag Jian Ci before him, strip away his defiance, and uncover what they were planning. And then, he would use Jian Ci’s life as leverage, a blade held to Jian Rui’s throat.
The imperial prison was silent until Thaurion entered, his aura pressing against the walls like a storm. The guards bowed low, their faces pale, as he strode past them and into the cell.
Jian Ci was chained to the ground, the suppressant ring around his neck glowing faintly, draining his psychic power into nothingness. His hair clung to his forehead with sweat, bruises marred his face, but his eyes, those eyes that mirrored Seraphyne’s, still burned with fire.
For a moment, Thaurion faltered. In Jian Ci’s kneeling form, he saw Seraphyne as she had been the night Jian Ci was conceived, broken and forced before him. The memory twisted into satisfaction. His lips curled into an evil smirk.
"You look just as pathetic as your mother."
Jian Ci’s rage ignited instantly. His veins throbbed, his eyes bloodshot, his body straining against the chains. He lunged forward like a beast, berserk, but the suppressants held him fast. He could move no more than a few feet before the restraints yanked him back.
"Don’t mention her," Jian Ci snarled, his voice raw, trembling with fury.
Thaurion’s smile widened. "How hadn’t I seen it before? You are a beast, just like me. Of course you are... you are after all, my blood." He chuckled, the sound cold and cruel. "I almost thought Seraphyne went behind my back, fucked other men, given how meek your brothers were. But it turns out you were just good at hiding your claws. How fascinating."
He pulled out a cigarette, lit it with steady hands, and inhaled deeply. The smoke curled around his face, veiling his expression in a haze of contempt. He exhaled slowly, a cloud drifting between them.
"You know what I want to know," Thaurion said, his tone deceptively calm. "If you tell me everything, I can spare your brothers’ lives."
Jian Ci’s glare was a blade, sharp enough to cut through steel. His silence was defiance, his eyes screaming hatred. If looks could kill, Thaurion would have been torn apart a thousand times over.
Thaurion sneered, stepping closer. His hand shot out, gripping Jian Ci’s jaw with brutal force. The pressure was so tight it felt as though bone might snap with just a fraction more strength.
"Speak," Thaurion hissed, his face inches away, his aura pressing down like a mountain. "Or I will break you piece by piece until you beg me to stop."
Jian Ci’s lips parted, his breath ragged, but his eyes never wavered. He refused to give Thaurion the satisfaction of submission.
The cigarette hissed as Thaurion pressed it against Jian Ci’s cheek. The flesh burned, the acrid scent of smoke and skin filling the cell. Jian Ci did not cry out. He gritted his teeth, his jaw locked, his eyes blazing with hatred as he glared at his father.
"Tell me," Thaurion’s voice slithered out, low and guttural, like a devil crawling from the depths of hell.
Jian Ci refused to speak.
Thaurion’s aura surged, his psychic power crashing down like a hammer. Jian Ci’s body was slammed into the concrete floor with such force that the stone cracked, leaving a dent beneath him.
"Look what you made me do," Thaurion snarled.
Jian Ci’s face flushed red with pain, veins bulging as if they might burst. For a moment, he couldn’t feel his limbs. It was like being struck by a freight train and left alive to suffer the aftermath. He coughed, blood spilling from his lips, staining the floor beneath him.
Thaurion’s breathing was heavy, his fury uncontained. He wanted to remind Jian Ci of his powerless and insignificant existence and how his life was dangling in Thaurion’s grip like a fragile thread. He wanted him to know that his brothers were powerless too, that their rebellion was nothing but a futile dream.
