Omega Ascension System[BL]

Elian smiled wryly, raising his knees and drawing them closer to himself. He placed his arms on them before remarking casually. "I thought your only fashion choice would be your trusty black armour." Kyren chuckled softly. "A king must always be ready for conflict. Especially one like me." He took one last gulp from the glass, emptying it with a satisfied sigh. When he set it aside, he clasped his fingers in front of his chest. "Shall we address the main issue now?" Elian’s heart skipped a beat, his fingers shaking slightly. He didn’t need a seer to know what the rogue king was talking about. [Goddess bear me witness—I told you not to tell him shit about me.] Elian gritted his teeth. ’At least he hasn’t tried doing anything to me.’ [Oh, I wouldn’t look past that possibility. You know, as much as I’m a fan of all of them to some level, it never ceases to astonish me how you place so much trust in these men.] ’How can you say that when you’re the one constantly putting me in awkward positions with them?’ [Speaking of positions...] Elian’s face flushed but before he could respond, Kyren cleared his throat, causing him to stiffen. "There it is," Kyren muttered, his lips curling slowly. "Someone talks to you and you space out like you’re having another conversation. I always knew something was up with that..." He paused, making Elian more tense. "You’re talking to your system, aren’t you?" Shit. [I mean, the cat’s already out of the bag. Might as well let him in on our heart-warming convo.] Elian gulped but managed to keep a smile. "I am, yes. But don’t worry... We’re not judging you or anything." That only made Kyren frown while the system let out a mechanical groan. "So this system is... Sentient?" Kyren asked with an arch of his brows. Elian nodded. "Unfortunately, it is. And it never ceases to insult me or run me down any chance it gets." [Hey, don’t paint me black in front of daddy Kyren.] Kyren’s eyes flickered with curiosity. He leaned back in the chair, one ankle resting lazily over the other knee. "Insult you, huh?" His mouth curved into a slow smirk. "Then it’s got a personality. Which means... It’s more than a tool." Elian pulled the blanket a little tighter around his waist. "It’s... complicated." [Complicated is my middle name, thank you very much.]

Elian pressed his lips together, fighting a smile. Kyren noticed anyway, his crimson eyes glinting in the low light. "You’ve been chased, nearly killed, and baited like a rabbit since the mate bond activated," Kyren went on quietly. "The Umbra beast. That witch in Lunaria who almost killed you. We thought it was Estella and Magnet’s left behind influence from the Dark hand at work." Elian’s heart gave a small jump but he muttered. "It’s... It’s ’Magnus’. But anyway, you think it wasn’t just that?" Kyren tilted his head, still calm, but his voice was lower now. "What if it wasn’t? What if it wasn’t Magnus at all? What if someone—someone who already knew what you were—has been testing you from the start?" [Okay... now I’m uncomfortable.] Elian’s brows knit, and for a second the blanket slipped off his shoulder. "You’re saying... the Dark Hand might know about the system?" Kyren’s fingers drummed against the empty glass. "It makes more sense than the alternative. Estella and Magnus wanted you, sure. But those attacks weren’t clean. They were... experimental." His eyes narrowed slightly. "As if they were trying to see how much you could survive." Elian’s stomach tightened. "I always thought it was because of my status as Lucian’s mate," he murmured. [Welp. Plot twist, babe.] He ignored the system’s remark, his throat dry. "If they know about the system—" "Then they might know more about you than even you do," Kyren finished softly. The room went quiet at that moment. Elian hugged his knees tighter, staring at the marble floor. Kyren rose from the chair without a sound and crossed the room until he was standing over him. The crimson robe shifted around his ankles, flowing on the floor. "Breathe," Kyren said gently. "You’re still here. They can’t touch you." Elian looked up at him. "Yet?" Kyren gave a wry smile. "You’re stronger now. And you have me." He reached out and brushed a thumb against Elian’s cheekbone, more reassurance than anything else. "But it means we need to be ahead of them." [Daddy Kyren is so hot when he’s in strategist mode.] Elian rolled his eyes faintly. "You’re terrifying when you go all thoughtful like this." "That’s rich," Kyren murmured, his thumb still lingering. "Coming from the boy who’s hiding a sentient system in his head." Elian snorted despite himself. "Fair." The banter, brief as it was, eased the pressure in his chest. But before he could think of a quip to toss back, Kyren’s expression shifted. His eyes unfocused for a second as if he were listening to something distant. Then his jaw clenched. Elian sat up straighter. "What is it?"

Kyren’s voice was flat when he spoke. "Farrell." The name sent a chill down Elian’s spine for some reason. "What about him?" Kyren didn’t answer right away. Instead, he turned his back to Elian, pulling a small comm-stone from the pocket of his robe. It glowed faintly in his palm, pulsing like a heartbeat. "This is Kyren," he said curtly. "Report." Elian couldn’t make out Farrell’s voice, but he could hear enough—the low, strained tone, the clipped words. Kyren’s shoulders stiffened halfway through the message. He shut the stone off and turned back around. His crimson eyes had gone cold. "What happened?" Elian asked. Kyren dropped the stone onto the bedside table. "The maid." Elian blinked. "The one who tried to poison you?" "Yes. I ordered them to keep her body just in case we find something," Kyren said simply. "And apparently, they just did." [And this is where the episode ends...]