Fallen General's Omega (BL)
Chapter 110: Remorse and doubts

Chapter 110: Remorse and doubts

I slip on my shoes, my body already buzzing with anticipation as I search for my beloved star. It doesn’t take long before I spot him in the distance, standing under the warm light, though something feels off. My heart tightens as I notice a familiar figure—a woman cloaked in deep green robes—holding him hostage in conversation.

I stride toward them, my voice light but carrying an edge of humor, "It’s not very polite to kidnap other people’s husbands, Grace."

The old woman, Grace, turns her head slightly, a mischievous smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. "I was merely trying to remind him that it’s not too late to free himself from your shackles."

At her words, Noelle chuckles softly, the sound like music to my ears, though there’s something in his smile that makes my chest ache. What was this old hag telling him?

I let out a small, exaggerated sigh and look at Noelle, half-joking but with an undertone of something real. "Noelle, don’t listen to her," I plead, eyes gleaming as I try to keep things light. Even as a joke, I don’t want to think about Noelle leaving me.

Noelle’s laugh deepens, shaking his head at the absurdity of it all.

"I’ll give you two some space," he says, and though his tone is playful, there’s a tenderness in the way he looks at me before turning to walk away. Even as he leaves, I can’t help but watch the way the light seems to follow him, the air itself bending to his presence.

"Pfft, you don’t deserve him," she says the moment Noelle disappears from view.

I let out a sigh. "I know," I admit, fully aware of my own shortcomings.

"Yet, you won’t let him go, will you?" She smirks, her eyes narrowing with amusement.

"Not a chance." My response is immediate, firm. There’s no universe where I would willingly give up Noelle.

At that, she lets out a hearty laugh, but before I can process it, I feel a sharp tug on my ear. "Then again, no one deserves Elaris’ favorites. If it must be anyone, I’m glad it’s you." Her grip tightens, and I can feel the heat in my ear.

I wince, trying to pull away, but she holds fast. "Endure it, for not sending me a single letter," she scolds, a playful lilt in her tone, though it still stings—both the ear-pulling and the guilt.

I flinch. Oops. I knew I forgot something.

Eventually, she releases me, and I stand there, rubbing my poor ear, looking at her aggrieved. She just smiles—sweet, almost too sweet.

"I love that look on you," she says, an almost sad glint in her eyes. "I think I can die without regrets now."

The words send a sudden chill through me, and I look at her, concerned. "Don’t talk like that. You’re not going anywhere," I tell her, trying to push away the creeping unease that settles in my gut.

"Don’t look at me like that, Thorne." She pats my arm dismissively. "I’m not planning on leaving until I see your offspring running around causing trouble."

I can’t help the snort that escapes me. "Don’t worry, I’m working on it." I barely finish the sentence before her hand smacks the back of my head, hard.

"It used to take hours just to see the faintest hint of a smile from you," Grace says, her voice laced with amusement. "Now look at you, willingly expressing your emotions like an actual human being."

She’s not wrong. Joy wasn’t something that came easily to me. Hell, I’m not sure I ever had much cause for it.

"If you like seeing me like this, then maybe you could do me a favor," I reply, trying to keep my tone light. "Talk to Elaris on my behalf. Ask her to keep my happiness intact, will you?"

Grace rolls her eyes, scoffing at the request. "Ask her yourself."

"I already did," I admit, my voice a little more serious than I intended. "But you know me—I’m not exactly the nicest person to deal with. I think I’ve got too much blood on my hands for her to even consider listening."

Her eyes narrow, studying my face with that familiar sharpness. "Feeling remorseful, Thorne? Now there’s something I never thought I’d hear from you."

I glare at her, irritation bubbling up. "That’s the thing—I’m not. If I could go back, I’d make the same choices all over again. Every last one."

Grace doesn’t flinch or look away. She’s used to this side of me. Instead, she tilts her head, considering my words carefully.

"You know," she starts, "if you’re expecting wrath or judgment from Elaris, you’ve got the wrong deity. Elaris doesn’t view things the way humans do. Let’s say you’re that monster people talk about—the one who slaughtered thousands and ripped families apart. To the villages near the border, though, you’re a hero. You saved them by doing what had to be done. Why should your life, or theirs, weigh any less than the ones you destroyed?"

Her words hit hard. The truth in them makes me flinch, especially as I remember what happened to some of those border villages after a victorious army swept through. The horrors they endured—women, omegas, even children abused, raped,men slaughtered, and villages burned in the high of conquest.

Grace continues, her voice softening but still steady. "You see, Elaris isn’t about punishment for the sake of it. She’d rather you spill a little more blood if it meant sparing her favorites few from suffering. She’d rather you be the monster people fear than let innocents go through the hell of a soldier’s victory."

I grit my teeth, the weight of it all settling heavily on my chest. She’s right, but that doesn’t make it easier to accept.

Grace’s gaze softens, just for a moment. "You did what you had to do, Thorne. Elaris knows that. She’s not asking for your remorse—she’s asking for your strength."

"Besides, if Elaris was truly angry, do you really think she would have sent Noelle your way? You know her better than that," she says with a light laugh, her voice soothing but teasing at the same time. "It’s probably because she knows there’s no place safer for him than in your arms. So, chin up and be confident, Thorne."

"You know," I say, staring off into the distance, "our first daughter will be named Grace." The words roll off my tongue, unexpectedly soft, but filled with a certainty I hadn’t fully realized until now.

"Oh my, what an honor," she chuckles, her laughter light and airy.