activa-t Chapter 907: Demon's rage
Chapter 907: Demon's rage
Chapter 907: Demon's rage
Erik sat numbly as the doctor spoke the words he had dreaded. A night passed, yet no change came. Lucius was gone.
Erik stared at the floor, his mind shutting down. His mother was dead; his father just went to her.
Around him, friends bowed their heads in shared grief. Their presence offered little comfort -no solace could fill the hole now torn in Erik's soul.
A hand squeezed his shoulder.
Through the haze of grief, Erik caught sight of June's mournful expression.
His clone shared Erik's sense of loss, having experienced Lucius' love through Erik's memories.
"Master..." June's voice was heavy with sorrow, while his eyes were filled with pain.
Erik glanced up at June, his clone's face crumpling with grief.
June's usually mischievous eyes were dull and filled with tears, his lips pressed together to contain his emotions.
Erik understood his clone was experiencing as much anguish as he was.
The difference was that June had not spoken with Lucius. However, this also saved him from the heartache of witnessing his father in such a dire state.
The sight of June's sorrow, though, increased Erik's own pain; he knew his clone felt Lucius' loss as deeply as him.
He wasn't the only one. All of his clones were in a similar situation.
Lucius' death left an emptiness within them that no words could ever fill.
Erik nodded at June's words, but they were just that, words, and they changed nothing. Lucius was gone, dead, because of what Volkov did to him.
Erik killed, mutilated, and lied. Yet, he couldn't kill innocent people. He could not kill healers to steal their powers.
He was never able to force himself to take that step or jump that cliff, even though he was still full of wrath and loathed everyone in New Alexandria. Erik never managed to.
And yet he didn't. His very few morals prevented him from doing so, and his focus shifted to his enemies.
Caiden let out a long sigh across the room. He'd known Lucius for a long time. To see his old friend now gone wasn't easy for him, either.
Amber and Gwen were looking at Erik with sorrow and worry.
The group had already experienced this after Anderson's death, when Nathaniel's father killed many parents and family members of theirs.
For a long moment, all was still. Each soul present accepted the loss's finality.
Then they quietly dispersed, leaving Erik to grieve alone as night fell once more.
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Erik returned to his quarters in a daze. Grief still clutched at his heart, yet underneath smoldered a growing fury.
His father was gone, and he could do nothing to prevent it.
So little time passed since he arrived at Liberty Watch. Erik didn't have time to find a healer, steal a power, or make a potion that could save him. Nothing.
A mad light entered his eyes then, shining with the cold fanaticism of a zealot on a holy
mission.
His hands trembled, fingers twitching as if already around his enemies' throats.
Yet underneath the rage, there remained a thread of sadness.
His father's death had awakened something primal within Erik-a need for vengeance that
now overshadowed all else.
But the loss of his only remaining family also carved a hollow, aching void deep within his soul that no amount of vengeance would ever fill.
That void threatened to swallow Erik whole if left unchecked, drawing him inevitably into its
bleak, hopeless depths.
"Master..." June said, filled with empathy for Erik's suffering even as he feared his creator's
unrestrained wrath.
Behind the rage, June recognized the grief of a son who had just lost his father, and that grief,
if nurtured, might yet call Erik back from the darkness.
But Erik did not seem to hear.
"They will die, Master," he said with a nod. "We have the Chimaeric Demons now... With
them, we should be able to get our revenge against them."
"It will take too much time to make an army," Erik said. The creeping plants had encased the room in a green and deadly embrace.
Noah and June watched as the plants continued to spread and coil around the room.
To see their master's power manifest out of control filled them with dread, but Erik seemed unable to rein it in.
The vines thickened, now as large around as Erik's wrist, twining up the walls and across the
-ceiling.
Large trumpet-shaped flowers burst forth, filling the air with a heady perfume.
It was weird how something that manifested from rage could have such a beautiful effect.
Moss crept across the floor in ever-widening patches of vivid green. Leaves unfurled to reveal vibrant veins of red and yellow.
Erik's anger still simmered within, a hot coal ignored amidst the frigid aftermath of the loss.
June and Noah eyed Erik with even more concern, uncertain how best to proceed. A single misspoken word risked fueling Erik's rage.
Yet silence brought its own dangers. Something had to be done before Erik's power consumed
the room-and himself.
"The clones will need a lot to grow stronger. I need to do this now, and I need to do this fast. Volkov will be the first, and the blackguards the second. I'm not only going to destroy them in Hin, but I'm also going to do so even in Mur. Thaids, dangers-I'll disregard them all. A slaughter is coming for all. I swear, I'll do it. I will steal as many brain crystal powers as I need, give them to the clone, and make an army that will erase the world. I will reshape the
world hierarchy."
Turning abruptly, Erik faced Noah, who had been observing the exchange.
"Call Becker and the others," he said. His voice echoed in the plant-filled room like the growl
of a beast. "There is much to discuss."