Chapter 9: Doomed Prophecy

Evelyn and Damien struggled to keep Ronan upright as they made their way back to the house. His weight was heavy against them, his body nearly lifeless, blood soaking through his torn clothes. His breathing was uneven, shallow and weak.

"He's lost too much blood," Evelyn said, panic rising in her voice. We need to stop it.

"I know," Damien cut in, tightening his grip on his brother as they moved faster.

When they reached the house, Damien dragged Ronan to the couch and pressed a glowing hand against his wound. Evelyn watched as the deep cut began to slowly knit itself back together, but it wasn't healing fast enough. Ronan's face was pale, his breaths uneven.

Evelyn grabbed her fists. First, the attack. Then, the horrifying truth about who she was. And now Ronan's life hanging by a thread. It was too much.

She turned to Damien, eyes burning with frustration. "No more secrets. Tell me everything."

Damien exhaled heavily, his expression stern. You already know part of it. Your father was the ruler of the Dark Court, the most feared and powerful being in existence. But what you don't know is why your existence is so dangerous.

Evelyn swallowed hard. Go on.

Damien locked eyes with her. Your father broke one of the oldest, most sacred laws. He was forbidden from having a child with a mortal because the union of human and Dark Court blood creates something… unnatural. Something uncontrollable.

Evelyn's eyes widened. You're saying I'm unnatural?

Damien's jaw tightened. I'm saying you're powerful. Too powerful. That's why the Dark Court wants you dead. They fear what you'll become.

Evelyn still in awe. If I was never meant to exist, why did my father allow me to be born?

Damien hesitated before answering. Because he believed you were the key to ending the war between the Dark Court and the Shadow Order. He thought you would bring balance. But the Dark Court sees you as a threat to their power. And the Shadow Order… He dawdled off.

Evelyn lost in words but managed to speak. What about them?

Damien's expression became shallow. They believe you are the sign of destruction. That you'll bring ruin to both realms.

Evelyn took a shaky breath, her mind struggling to grasp the weight of what he was saying. So no matter what I do… I'm doomed?

Damien stepped closer. Not if you learn to control what's inside you.

Evelyn let out with a shaking voice. And what exactly is inside me?

A blink of something unreadable crossed Damien's face. "Raw, ancient power. Power that hasn't existed in centuries. Your bloodline is mixed with something far older than the Dark Court."

Evelyn's pulse quickened. What does that mean?

Damien opened his mouth to answer...

But then, the house shook strongly.

A deafening, harsh roar tore through the air, rattling the very foundation beneath them. The temperature crash instantly, an unnatural silence settling before the storm.

And then….

The walls split open.

A monstrous figure emerged from the darkness, its body shifting like liquid shadow, its eyes glowing an unnatural red.

"You were never meant to exist."

Not again. Evelyn murmured.

Damien's face went pale. They sent another one.

Evelyn's blood turned to ice. Who?

The Dark Court, Damien muttered. They won't stop until you're dead.

Evelyn took a deep breath, sharp gasps. Her own father's people wanted her erased from existence.

Before she could fully process it, the creature lunged.

Damien shoved her behind him, but this time, Evelyn didn't let him fight alone.

Power surged through her veins, wild, untamed, but undeniably hers. She raised her hand, and an explosion of energy blasted the creature backward, slamming it against the far wall.

The house trembled from the impact, but Evelyn didn't waver. The creature roared, charging again. Evelyn met it head on.

This time, she wasn't the frightened girl caught between two opposing worlds. She wasn't waiting for someone to save her.

She was the fight.

The battle was fierce, the house crumbling around them. But Evelyn was stronger. She could feel it in her bones. With a final, earth-shattering surge of power, she struck the creature straight in the chest.

It convulsed, tossing in agony before disappearing into black mist.

Silence fell over the room.

Evelyn's chest heaved, her hands trembling. But she had done it, she had won….But her victory was short-lived.

Behind her, Ronan stirred, groaning in pain. Evelyn rushed to his side, relief washing over her until she saw his expression.

His blue eyes burned with something raw. Something dangerous.

So, Ronan said, his voice husky. You finally chose him.

Evelyn frowned. What are you talking about?

Ronan's gaze hovered between her and Damien, and his expression hardened. You let him in. You trust him.

Evelyn's expression changed. Ronan, I don't understand.

Ronan let out a cold, hollow laugh. Of course, you don't.

Then, his next words shattered everything.

Damien is not your protector. He is your executioner.

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