Chapter 11 My Parents Pasts
Leon POV
My heart broke completely. “She deserved better than you,” he added coldly.
I tried screaming. No sound came out. The siren inside my head became unbearable now.
Darkness pressed against the edges of my vision. Varies to crouched beside me suddenly.
For the first time, I saw something dangerous in his eyes.
Interest. “You know,” he murmured quietly, “your mother begged exactly like this before she died.”
Everything stopped. My breathing froze. “What…?” He leaned closer.
“She begged us to spare you and your brother.” My heart stopped beating.
Korr laughed nearby. “And she screamed beautifully when the fire spread.”
Something inside me shattered completely. The Crimson power flickered weakly under my skin again.
Varies noticed immediately. “There it is,” he whispered.
Fear crossed the Heir’s face suddenly.
“Varies—” But Varies raised a hand calmly. “Not yet.”
He looked directly into my eyes. “Hatred is finally consuming you properly.”
I wanted to kill him. I wanted to rip him apart with my bare hands.
But my body remained broken, it was weak, powerless
Varies stood slowly. “Take him below.” Two Council soldiers grabbed me again.
I couldn’t fight back. Couldn’t move. Could barely breathe.
Immediately they dragged me through the mansion, I caught one last glimpse of Seraphine’s coffin.
The Heir gently touched the black wood with obsession in his eyes.
“She’ll complete the Blood Oath even in death,” he whispered.
Rage burned tears into my eyes. Then darkness swallowed everything.
That was the first thing I felt was cold. Cold metal chains wrapped around my wrists.
Water dripped somewhere nearby. The air smelled like rust and blood.
I forced my eyes open slowly. Darkness surrounded me.
I found myself in a basement, No, a dungeon. I was chained to a steel chair in the middle of a dim concrete room.
My head throbbed violently. Blood still dripped from the side of my face.
Every breath hurt. For several seconds, I couldn’t remember where I was.
Then Seraphine’s face flashed through my mind. My chest tightened instantly.
“No…” Pain crashed into me all over again. She was gone.
A broken sound escaped my throat before I could stop it. I lowered my head weakly.
I failed her. Just like I failed my family. The door suddenly creaked open.
Footsteps sounded slowly through the darkness. Varies emerged first.
Behind him came Vincent Korr and the Heir. The Heir smiled when he saw me awake.
“Well,” he mocked. “The monster still breathes.” I said nothing.
Varies walked closer calmly. “Do you know why your parents died, Leon?”
My eyes slowly lifted toward him. “Because they were weak?” Korr sneered.
“No,” Varies replied quietly.
“They died because they discovered something they should never have found.”
My breathing slowed. “What… are you talking about?”
Varies exchanged a glance with the Heir before speaking again.
“Your father discovered the true founder of the Council.”
Confusion flickered through my pain. “There’s… someone above all of you?”
The room fell silent. Even Korr looked uncomfortable now.
Varies smiled faintly.
“Oh yes.” The Heir stepped forward darkly. “And he’s coming to Ravenport.”
A chill ran through my broken body. Varies crouched slightly in front of me.
“The man your father feared more than death itself.”
My heartbeat quickened painfully. “Who is he?”
Varies leaned closer. “The Crimson King.” Silence crashed through me.
No, Impossible. That name… I had heard it before. Years ago.
In military whispers. In classified files.
A ghost, a myth, a ruler hidden behind wars and criminal empires.
But impossible, “He’s real,” Varies whispered, reading my expression perfectly.
“And he wants you alive.” Fear slid into my chest again.
Why? Why would someone like that want me alive?
The Heir smiled cruelly. “Because your Crimson power doesn’t belong to you alone.”
My breathing stopped. “What?”
Varies stood slowly. “Your parents lied to you about what you are, Leon.”
The room suddenly felt too small. Korr smirked.
“You thought you became Crimson through pain?” he mocked. “No. You were born for it.”
“No…” I whispered weakly. Varies’ eyes darkened.
“Your bloodline was chosen long before Ravenport burned.”
The siren sound returned faintly inside my head again.
It was Louder, and the same time sharper. “You’re lying.” “Am I?”
Varies pulled something from his coat slowly.
A photograph, it was old, and burned around the edges..
He held it in front of me and my world stopped. It was my father.
Standing beside a man dressed entirely in crimson black.
A man whose face was hidden under the shadows.
But behind them—The Council symbol burned into the wall.
“No…” My voice cracked. My father, worked with them?
The Heir smiled wider. “Your father wasn’t just fighting the Council, Leon.”
Varies’ cold v
oice finished the sentence. “He helped build it.”
My heart completely shattered. Everything I believed.
Everything I fought for was a complete lie.
