Chapter 4: Price of Power (1/2)

Umm,” a soft groan escaped from my mouth as I gently open my eyes. My body was...it was burning as if someone was branding my flesh with a piece of hot iron. I screamed, hoping someone could help. Clawing at my eyes and cheek, I wailed, trying to stop the pain but to no avail.

”Emma, this is madness; he is just an infant; to subject him to his bloodline awakening is madness. You will kill him,” a loud shout echoed out, causing me to lift my heavy head.

I could see my father balling a fist as he stared at me with shame and helplessness, while my mother's chilly expression was shown on her beautiful face.

Yet, for some reason, no matter how much I screamed, they just stared at me. Why? Am I not your child. Am I not your blood. A stream of sweat flowed from my body as my infant form began turning from red to black as the light within my eyes slowly began to grow dark.

Is it my destiny? Is this my new fate...Is darkness the only thing constant in my life? I loathe the dark, I despise...

”Val...I know, but this is for his own good. His body is different from ours; you should have felt it the first time you held him. It's cruel, but I know he will be fine; believe in me, please...Please.” Emma softly said as tears wet her cheeks.

Lifting my small body, I could vaguely see her pitiful face, her eyes were bloodshot stained with tears, yet she stood strong, gently embracing me as if I was the only thing that mattered.

”Arsène, forgive mommy, forgive her, I hope you forget this, I truly do,” She softly said before stuffing a small object within my mouth.

Unable to react, I felt the foreign object melt from within, flowing down my throat at a rapid rate. However, to my horror, this was...only the beginning as all the darkness from within my eyes vanished.

All that registered was a crimson inferno as I roared at the top of my lungs; my eyes and flesh slowly began burning as a sinister yet familiar voice sounded from within my ears.

”Your second wish has been granted; everything comes at a price...Good luck...Arsène Snow.”

Hearing Flama's cold voice, my mind began to twirl as I pushed away from my mother, falling to the floor with a soft thump. Bones could be heard shattering as I kept on wailing. It was not long after massive crimson flames sprouted from my body.

Coiling around me like a sea of vines, mother and father both looked horrified as they watched in terror at what was happening.

”EMMA, WHAT IS THIS,” Val screamed in panic as a huge amount of energy flooded the estate alerting all of the guards. Anger and anxiety-filled his eyes as he glared at my flaming form.

Shaking her head mother, tried to pick me up only for the crimson flames to consume her hands. A soft screech sounded from her as she jerked her arm back.

Clenching her chard hands, Emma eyed me, ”I'm so sorry, I - i - i- didn't mean for this to happen. This was only supposed to activate your bloodline.”

Suddenly my loud wailed went silent as my physical body simply stop functioning, yet the pain did not stop. I could not feel, I could not hear, I could not see, the only thing that remained was the darkness and burning inferno that was me.

The darkness had returned; in my death, you were there, in the womb, you were there, in my dreams, you were there.