Omega's Rebirth-Chapter 810: The Arcane ()

The look on Keila’s face was a testament to her depravity. Something between smug satisfaction and a hateful sneer.

Even at this moment, she was more fixated on the fact that she had outsmarted them, than the reality that she had handed off her own newly born child to a depraved dark sorcerer.

Neveah could hardly comprehend it. A chill ran down her spine. Memories of the terrors she faced raised from birth by another depraved man, far away on the other side of the world.

How she prayed every day, that the Creator would take her life. Because she didn’t have it in her to end her pathetic existence herself.

How her life and morals had been sullied, conformed to suit whatever Lothaire decided would fit the day.

Good when he needed good. Pure when he needed pure. A seductress when he willed it. A cold-blooded killer when it suited him.

"Did you even hold him?" She whispered.

Keila frowned. "What?"

"I asked if you held him... your son." She paused. "Did you nurse him? Even once? Before handing him off like some commodity." 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

"I..." Keila stuttered, stumped for words.

"Did you kiss him?" Neveah continued. "Tell him you love him?"

"Did you tell him of his father’s love? His bravery? His honor? Did you tell him his father’s name?"

Lodenworth was frozen still. The look of resignation in his eyes and the storm brewing in them was darker than any abyss.

"Did you even name him? Give something to root him to this world...to his bloodline, his ancestors...Did you bless him, Keila? Like you and Adrienne were blessed by Diandre, with one hundred great councilmen, weaving a blessing rune, on that moonlit night."

"How...do you..." Keila’s eyes were wide and horrified. Tears brimmed in her eyes, her mouth agape.

"Did you make him a longevity knot? Spin each strand earnestly, praying that the earth be kind to him."

Keila sobbed. Clutching her dress tightly.

"You don’t deserve to be a mother." Neveah spat, eyes blazing.

Neveah got up to her feet, laughing in disbelief. "I have seen evil, and I have seen foolish but I have never seen a masterful blend of both. This is unprecedented."

"You think Beoruh will crown your son King?!" She scoffed. "Dream on!"

"You bore a dragon! Beoruh lives to eradicate the dragon dynasty that ruined his beloved dark empire, and what? He will make a dragon offspring king?"

"What did he make you? A promise? So you offered him your son... your own child, for that?! For some vain dream of a future he might never live to see? He’s only a day old!" Her voice cracked.

Jian instinctively reached for Neveah, offering his comfort. He pulled her to himself and held her still.

Like he knew every muscle in her body was pulled taut, a moment away from jumping at the Fae and tearing her to pieces.

Keila looked torn, she couldn’t ascertain the truth in Neveah’s words. Or she could. She was just too blinded in her own convictions.

To desperate to convince herself she made the right choice. That she had been making it all along.

Neveah suppressed the wrath burning through her. "You are a sorry excuse for a wife, a niece, a sister and a mother."

"You must have given Beoruh the origin rune of the Fae as well. Do you have any idea what he plans to do with your son?" Her tone was cold now.

"Origin runes can only be activated, with the lifeblood of a royal Fae. Thanks to you, there’s only you and your son left, of that bloodline."

"If he didn’t draw blood from you, who do you think he plans to use?"

"King?" She laughed. "You son will serve as a key to a gateway, unleashing forlorn horrors on this world. The stronghold will be drenched in death and bloodshed...there will be no distinction between dragon or Fae. Only destruction."

"And if he lives? And we all die like you desire?" She paused, the words bitter on her tongue.

"All that would be left of this world is decay, ruins and darkness. Did you think this great empire built on the blood and tears of hundreds of dragons would be handed down to your son on a silver platter? In its perfect state?"

"If the Creator designated your son to be King, it must have been King of Nothing."

Neveah knew she was wasting her words. But still, she needed to say them.

She didn’t think the Fae princesses had been raised to understand a reality beyond their selfish desires.

They had lived centuries, but in many ways, they had not truly lived.

"There is no glorious end to your path Keila. Adrienne saw it. Diandre saw it. The damned High Queen you all revere so much, she saw it too. But you? You’re just... lost."

She turned to Lodenworth. She could see the murder in his eyes. The rage... the hate.

"You should go after your son. If it means hunting Beoruh across the entire world, for the rest of your life." She said. "At least... one of you should fight for him till the end."

"Loden wait...hear me out," Keila tried.

Lodenworth didn’t. He scrambled to his feet and dashed out.

She shrieked, tears streaming down her cheeks and then with a strained gasp, she lost consciousness and fell.

Neveah slumped in Jian’s arms. Heaving a quiet sigh.

"I guess it can’t be helped." She said, looking up at him. "We should prepare, to face the forlorn."

Jian smiled down at her. "It is the forlorn who should prepare to face us."

"Have you seen yourself, beloved? You tear through arcane barriers, alter reality and bend magic like you breathe. You have achieved a level of mastery with Demevirld not even my father could dream of..."

"You are powerful, My Queen. More than anyone I’ve ever seen. You are arcane."

Neveah returned his smile. The confidence in his tone was infectious. The certainty, comforting.

He believed they stood a chance. And she trusted him... with everything that she was, everything she would ever be.