The Alpha's Blind Fate
Chapter 385: Welcome Back Home, Thralgor

Chapter 385: Welcome Back Home, Thralgor

ZINA

It was really hard to say, after all Zina hadn’t always been the most intelligent especially in comparison to Daemon, but she knew there was a message in both the rumors of his marriage to Norima Talga, and the letter of Declaration of War that had declared her dead.

The problem was knowing what exactly the message was.

The sentence that spoke of punishing traitors by tearing their bodies into twelve pieces almost hinted at a the moon cycle or something like that.

Twelve ordinarily denoted the months in a full lunar year, denoting the end of the full lunar cycle. In the times of old, twelve days was used to calculate what was known as new beginnings and blessings.

Typically, the calculation always started on the day of the Waxing Crescent moon which was said to represent the manifestation of new things. And twelve days from the Waxing Crescent would be the full moon.

So from the waxing crescent to the full moon were then known as the auspicious twelve days.

And if Zina wasn’t wrong, then the full moon was going to be that night by her calculations. So did it mean that Daemon was planning to do something on the day of the waxing crescent which was twelve days later?

But twelve days later was still so far so and unlike Daemon so Zina supposed that wasn’t the exact message.

Mulling it over, she considered that maybe Daemon was sending her a message about the staff and not necessarily about rescuing her. Since he had involved Norima Talga in the message, that seemed to be plausible.

But what exactly was he telling her?

The night she had died and resurrected was the night of the waxing crescent. And that moon phase was only twelve days away.

And the word late Luna Queen; could it be that Daemon was referring to his own mother in fact as Zina had suspected. But if so, why?

Zina examined the possible connections. Daemon’s mother had been involved with Master. They had been friends in fact with wild alchemist dreams until marriage and betrayal took her away.

But then, the same man who had been a friend had sent his own experiments to take her life. Daemon’s had never spoken much about his mother, but Zina had always known that that pain had forever lingered alongside his need to revenge.

Zina shut her eyes as more and more tears streamed down her face as she continued her act before the victorious look Rowan.

Between letting the emotional part of her takeover to show herself as someone who was heavily devastated by the rumors of Daemon’s impending marriage and trying hard to decode his hidden message, Zina was tethering on the edges of madness.

So I’m the meantime, she filed that information away while she braced herself for the torture that was coming. The most important and certain thing she could do for now was secure Seraph an escape while the maidservant delivered a message to Daemon.

Zina also had the wistful thinking that she could also secure her mother’s escape. And just as that thought entered her head, Zina froze as a familiar feeling came over her, accompanied by an unnatural chill that could only originate from the North.

The same feeling she had months ago when she had projected and met her mother.

But while the physical world remained the same, Zina found herself in a dilapidated building that she was sure once stood tall as a castle.

And her mother was in front of it, waiting for her. A dark expression was etched on her face, and in just five minutes, mother and daughter had the most important conversation of their lives.

A conversation her mother said Zina would eventually forget, but would remember when the right time came.

A conversation where her mother promised her she would protect her with her last. ’But for now’, she said, ’you must suffer a bit my dear daughter.’

A conversation that made Daemon’s encrypted message even clearer.

At wonder at how the Runes had been activated again without the people in her physical world knowing, Zina barely felt the hit of Rose’s rod as her torture began.

The only thing she earnestly prayed for was that when Rose and Rowan had broken her the way they deemed fit, that she would still possess a sane part of her that would be able to do one last right thing.

So chanting her daughter’s name over and over again in her head, she began to take in Rose’s torture as the sixth, seventh, eight, and ninth gates of nirvana were opened to her.

But of course, the torture that followed under Rose’s rod was nothing like what she might have possibly imagine.

It was pure hell impossibly existing on earth.

Departing from the past, Rose had taken the pleasure of showing Zina dreadful futures. From scenes of living a happy life with Daemon and their pups running around only to watch the deformed easily take their lives under her command, to scenes where she did the deed herself, Rose did not hold back.

She vented it all on Zina, proving herself to be the true master illusionist that Zina had pegged her.

At the end, Zina was coughing blood totally unable to distinguish between real and unreal; right and wrong. Her mind was divided into two impossible pieces; one told her she was Zina NorthSteed, and the other told her she was Thralgor the weapon that would break Vraga and usher in an era of wolf.

And the mind that told her she was Thralgor grew ever stronger, shaping Zina into a spectator that had no choice but to believe the act and motions that had been put in her head.

Whether it be the scene of killing Daemon over and over again, or whether it be the scene of loosing her children to the monsters, Zina became convinced that there was blood on her hands.

She became convinced that she was murderer who brought chaos and ruined people’s lives.

She be some convinced that she was unworthy of love; whether in giving or in recieving; as such she must stay hateful.

Zina didn’t know how it happened, but those beliefs rooted themselves so deep in her mind as the torture carried on into night.

Even the small voice in her head that kept on chanting Brynn dimmed until it completely faded away leaving ghost trails behind.

At the tenth nirvana, Zina fainted from blood loss and exhaustion. And when she woke up, she felt different. Like she was in the wrong body.

Like she had been doing the wrong things all her lifetime.

Like she was reborn again.

And when the red haired man called her, "Thralgor," she answered a bit groggily at first, but then with certainty.

And then he took her hands, lifting her up from there bloodied floor she was on and the smile loquaciously at her. "The seal in you has awoken even without your staff my dear. Welcome back home."

And then he began to lead her away to a room filled with Deformed Creatures. They were piled up on each other, thousands of them leaning against an ancient oak tree in the middle. But they didn’t move.

Only one of the deformed moved. The one that called himself her father while prowling towards her with hesitant, monstrous steps.

But the rest, they just remained motionless like they had been pinning for light their whole life but got darkness in return.

And at long last, light has come to them.

"Thralgor," the Red Haired man whispered, "they have been waiting for you for centuries now without a home. Just like you, they were once abandoned. Now, awake them and call them to your side. With them, you can take over the world as you deem fit, and all wolf will worship at your feet."

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