Omega Ascension System[BL]

"Did you eat the muffin in question?" Kyren questioned, fixing his eyes on her as she moved forward. He noticed the white nylon bag in her hands and sniffed out the snacks from within it. "N–Not yet, sir." The young lady shook her head, sniffling. "I was about to when he collapsed. P–Please, save him. He’s all I have." Cue the crying and cracking voice that he hated to hear. He hated intense emotions because he didn’t know how to handle them. To understand them. But he was good at words. "I’ll do everything in my power to keep him alive." The moment he said that, like a middle finger from the universe, the man convulsed even harder this time, his chest heaving like he was being choked. Kyren watched with parted lips as black blood oozed out of the man’s mouth, pooling under his head as the black veins across his neck pulsed like living worms. "No!" The girl screamed, trying to rush forward but Kyren held her in place telekinetically with a wave of his palm. He focused all his attention on the dying man, his hands sparkling with a bright red light as he cast a spell. Once the spell was unlocked, it latched onto the energy signature of the curse corrupting the man’s system, creating a sort of link between him and it. He squinted, images flashing past his eyes as he tried locating the caster of the spell. Simultaneously, he also infused his magic into the man, trying to heal whatever the curse was doing to his system. But as the black blood only increased until it was like a fountain out of his lips, Kyren got a bad feeling. "Please! Please, save him!" The young woman struggled to break free from his telekinetic hold, sobbing wildly. She fell to her knees but Kyren didn’t glance at her for one second, his ears catching the voices of people trying to comfort her. If he was being honest, the noise was a distraction. ’Come on, come on... show me where you are.’ Kyren thought to himself with gritted teeth, pushing the location spell to its limits. And then— He saw the face of a man with a thick brown beard clad in a hooded black cloak. The image of the man was blurry at first, but it was oddly familiar even with the poor quality.

"Don’t worry, young lady." He heard an older woman speaking to the girl in front of him. "The Rogue King is doing everything in his power to help your brother." Yeah... right. Kyren spaced out from all the noise, closing his eyes and concentrating harder. The curse was powerful, no doubt... but it was also oddly familiar. Within a few seconds, he understood why it felt familiar as he got a full image of the man who was behind it. His eyes opened wide and a chill ran through his body. "Father...?" he muttered under his breath, his mind reeling. He turned his eyes to Elian first before trailing his gaze to a building across the street. A bakery. "You son of a bitch..." he got on his feet immediately, withdrawing his hands from the man who was limp at this point. He released his sister from his telekinetic hold, but not without speaking solemnly. "My condolences. He’s dead." He began, staring down at her with pity. "But I promise to bring back his killer’s head." With that, he disappeared into a cloud of red smoke, taking Elian with him. They appeared within the bakery itself just in time to spot the man behind the curse. He stood behind the counter with the hood still covering his face, his back facing them. "You’ve got balls to still stand there after realising I spotted you." Kyren snarled with a cruel grin. "What? Tired of life already?" There was no response, causing Kyren’s agitation to spike through the roof. The bakery was empty of people, the white crystal lights on the walls flickering like they were seconds away from giving out. The black marble floor was polished, the smell of freshly baked goods still lingered... but the only odd number was the bastard standing behind that counter. "K–Kyren?" Elian spoke beside him, grabbing his arm. "I have a bad feeling about this guy. Is he a witch?" Oh, he’s telling him... "Well, we’ll have to find out. Wouldn’t we?" Kyren glanced at him one last time before stepping forward, placing himself in front of Elian. He narrowed his gaze on the hooded man who didn’t even look like he was breathing.

But Kyren knew he wasn’t dead. "It seems you do have a death wish." Kyren chuckled, shaking his head. "Very well. Granting wishes happens to be one of my sp—" "Oh, Kyren." The man who could very well be his father spoke up with a mocking voice, slowly looking over his shoulder. His eyes glinted with a sickly golden light before he continued. "You’ve always been so outspoken. Or rather... unnecessarily loud." Kyren’s nostrils flared with rage as he raised his right hand, ready to strike. But then— A sudden pain surged from his chest, seeming like it was thrumming from his very soul. Kyren grunted softly at first but then the pain tripled. "Ah!" Elian’s sudden scream behind him made his blood run cold, forcing him to whip his head back only to see his mate on his knees clutching his chest. That’s when Kyren realised something. The mate bond. That curse the titan witch had placed in it earlier today. It was still active... And this man, wearing his father’s face, was the one who activated it! "Why don’t you show me how you hoped to make my wishes come true?" The man echoed while the lights flickered erratically. "Boy..."