Chapter 133: Chapter 127: The Murderer
A/N
I have some exciting news. Exactly one year ago, I held an event, the Fan Appreciation Month. The winner, shoutout to @Unfriendlywhatifer, got the opportunity to create a character. And finally, after a whole year, I proudfully introduce, Damon Voidsworn.
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Cass asked, "Have you ever seen something like this?"
Zeke shook his head. Even with all his experience and achievements, he had never encountered anything remotely similar to what he was witnessing now.
"We need to take him to Grandpa. Like, right now." His voice was firm, urgent.
Cass sighed, rubbing his temple. "Yeah, we can’t do that. First of all, you know Grandpa’s situation. He can’t meet anyone aside from a few people. And secondly, we can’t just leave the Academy whenever we want. We’re in the military now. That would be the same as deserting."
Zeke rolled his eyes. "Okay, first of all, he’s a Saint. There’s no doubt about his loyalty, so it’s not like we’re handing over state secrets. And we don’t have to disclose Grandpa’s identity. Just to be safe. As for the Academy... well, screw the Academy. I really need to educate you on the ways of nepotism."
Cass gave him a flat look, but Zeke continued, undeterred.
"We’re the nephews of the Supreme Commander of the Earth Federation. As long as we don’t desert the battlefield, betray the Federation, or commit any of the big ones—murder, arson, rape, treason—we can get away with pretty much anything. Oh, and we’re also disgustingly rich, so..."
Cass said nothing, merely side-eyeing him in disapproval.
Zeke huffed. "Oh, shut up. We’re not abusing our power. We’re just... exceptional citizens looking out for another citizen. If anything, we should be receiving a medal."
Cass smirked. "I didn’t say anything. But you keep telling yourself that."
They stopped talking through their link as Zeke turned his attention back to Damon.
"Damon, how would you like to take a trip?"
Damon’s brow furrowed. "A trip to where, Sir?"
Zeke smiled mysteriously. "The place where Nephilim Pharmaceuticals was born."
Damon’s mind blanked. His breath hitched as he stared at them, wide-eyed, mouth slightly open.
Zeke smirked. "I’ll take that as a yes."
By the time Damon fully processed what was happening, he was already aboard one of the many private jets owned by Nephilim Pharmaceuticals. The interior was lavish, lined with plush seats and ambient lighting that screamed wealth. Just as they were served food, Zeke leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table.
"So, Damon, tell us about yourself."
Damon hesitated. "What would you like to know, Sir?"
Cass shook his head. "First off, please stop calling us ’Sir’ when we’re not in the Academy. My name is Castiel Ashbourne, and this troublemaker is my younger brother, Ezekiel Ashbourne. You can call us Cass and Zeke. It’s just more comfortable that way."
Zeke nodded. "Yeah, also, I’m only younger by a few seconds, but sure, let’s pretend that means something."
Cass ignored him and continued. "As for what we want to know—everything. Where were you born? Your family? Your past?"
Damon shifted uncomfortably. "Well... there’s not much to tell. I don’t know where I was born. I was found on the doorstep of a small orphanage in Beras with nothing but a blanket and this pendant."
He reached for the chain around his neck, holding up the pendant for them to see. The word ’Voidsworn’ was engraved on it in delicate script.
Zeke examined the pendant but found nothing particularly remarkable about it—except for the fact that it was made of Amerhion, a somewhat rare F-grade metal.
"What about your health?" Zeke asked. "Were you often sick as a child?"
Damon shook his head. "Not really. Though, I don’t know if it counts, but I did develop mild insomnia due to nightmares."
Cass raised an eyebrow. "Nightmares?"
Damon nodded. "Well... a single nightmare, to be precise. For as long as I can remember, I’ve had the same dream every time I fall asleep. And the weirdest part? I can never remember it completely."
Cass frowned. "Then how do you know it’s the same nightmare?"
Damon exhaled slowly, as if trying to shake off the discomfort creeping over him. "Because of the old man."
Zeke and Cass exchanged a look.
Damon continued, his voice quieter now. "The only thing I ever remember from the dream is the blurry face of an old man in a lab coat. Every single time."
A chill ran down Cass’s spine.
Zeke leaned forward. "If you don’t mind me asking, what’s your Race?"
Damon hesitated. "It... should be Demi-Human."
Zeke narrowed his eyes. "Should be?"
Damon scratched the back of his neck. "Well... Demi-Humans usually have a beast bloodline. But my bloodline isn’t. At least, I don’t think so. To be honest, I haven’t even heard of a Race like mine before."
Cass tilted his head. "What Race is it?"
Damon swallowed. "Fairy."
Zeke blinked. "Fairy... Fairy... Now, why does that sound so familiar?" His eyes suddenly widened. "Wait. Fairy?!"
He leaned in urgently. "Damon, are you absolutely sure it says Fairy?"
Damon nodded slowly. "Yeah. Want to see for yourself?"
Truth be told, Damon had never shown his Status Page to anyone before. It was a secret he had guarded fiercely. Normally, he was highly distrustful of others—almost paranoid. But with Cass and Zeke, it was different. There was something about them, something unexplainable. He had only just met them, yet he felt that if they asked him to put his life on the line, he would do so without hesitation.
Zeke nodded, and Damon displayed his Status Page.
As soon as Zeke saw it, his eyes widened to the size of saucers. Then, a slow, almost eerie grin stretched across his face. He let out a low chuckle that quickly escalated into full-blown laughter—the kind laced with madness.
Cass furrowed his brows. "Dude, calm down. You’re gonna scare him. And what the hell is so funny?"
Zeke wiped a tear from the corner of his eye, still grinning. "The dragon has three heads."
Cass stared at him blankly. "What?"
Zeke’s voice took on a dramatic tone. "One to be a murderer who will unleash death. One to be a monarch whose crown will weigh heavy. And one to be mad whose ideas will change history."
Cass crossed his arms. "Is this another reference from one of your Olden Earth shows? Seriously, how do you keep finding these?"
Zeke ignored the jab, his gaze locked onto Damon with an intensity that sent a shiver down the boy’s spine.
Cass ignored that and said, "If what you’re saying is true... then you’re the madman. I am the monarch. And that makes Damon..."
Zeke’s voice was barely above a whisper as he finished the sentence. "The murderer."
