CHAPTER 341: ASTRID’S BIRDS

In the confined space of Astrid’s small apartment, Isiah could have effortlessly stirred chaos, yet he opted for a more deliberate approach.

Choosing patience over disruption, he navigated the delicate dynamics with precision, recognizing that the acquisition of knowledge required a subtle touch and a gradual unraveling of the mysteries veiled in the atmosphere of the night.

The distant chirping of birds, creatures Astrid evidently cared for, reached Isiah’s ears as he noticed their cages hanging on the wall.

His attention gravitated toward them, silently observing the cages.

Astrid explained, "The little ones woke up. It must be because of the light. I usually take them into another room to sleep with no light."

Astrid’s consideration for the birds seemed to awaken something inside of Isiah.

He stood up and slowly walked towards the cages.

She had 5 birds , 3 were in one cage, green male and blue female and a little yellow chick and two in another one that were both yellow.

He stood there, his movements momentarily transporting him to a different time and place.

A twinge of discomfort gripped Isiah as he felt a subtle ache in his stomach.

His gaze shifted to the two cages, and an unusual, pained expression clouded his eyes.

He didn’t notice that his dark energy was swirling around him.

As Isiah stood in the room, the tendrils of his dark energy subtly weaved through the air, creating an almost imperceptible shift in the atmosphere.

The birds, initially lively and full of vibrant chirps, suddenly sensed an unsettling presence.

A hushed stillness replaced their once animated fluttering as if they had become acutely aware of an impending danger that eluded their comprehension.

A ripple of panic spread among the feathered inhabitants, their small hearts pounding with an instinctual fear.

In a nightmarish twist,in the first cage, the mother bird, driven by an irrational wave of terror, succumbed to the malevolent influence.

Her maternal instincts, twisted by an unseen malevolence, turned into a grotesque spectacle of brutality.

Without warning, she attacked her own chick with a ferocity that defied nature’s gentleness.

The once innocent scene transformed into a haunting tableau, the mother ruthlessly tearing into her offspring’s delicate form, leaving behind a gruesome aftermath.

The air grew heavy with the weight of shock and horror as the mother continued her macabre act, the room bearing witness to a disturbing reality etched into the confines of the cages.

Isiah, still immersed in the echoes of his past memory and oblivious to the chaos unfurling around him.

In the second cage, the influence of the dark energy manifested in a more harrowing manner.

One of the two yellow birds, overwhelmed by an intense surge of fear, succumbed to the insidious force.

Its delicate frame quivered uncontrollably, breaths becoming rapid and labored.

The atmosphere within the cage became a suffocating manifestation of terror.

In a heart-wrenching climax, the yellow bird, unable to bear the overwhelming fear, experienced a seizure that lasted for agonizing moments.

The avian creature, paralyzed by the unseen malevolence, convulsed in its final moments, each spasm a testament to the profound fear that had seized its being.

As the seizure subsided, the yellow bird’s life force extinguished, a victim not of physical affliction but of an overwhelming and inscrutable dread.

Astrid’s world shattered as she stood witness to the macabre culmination of events in the cages.

Horror etched across her face, she recoiled from the scene unfolding before her eyes.

The weight of fear gripped her, and in a visceral response, she crumpled to her knees, unable to comprehend the darkness that had manifested in the room.

Trembling, she looked up at Isiah, her gaze a reflection of sheer terror.

The echo of her stammered words reverberated through the room, "D-d-don’t kill me."

The palpable fear emanating from her was a response not only to the grim spectacle of death but also to the ominous energy she now felt radiating from Isiah.

Isiah, despite the grim scene before him, remained stoic and cold.

The sigh that escaped his lips carried no hint of remorse as he surveyed the death that unfolded due to the uncontrolled surge of his dark energy.

Isiah, in a display of calculated control, lowered his body to face Astrid.

His posture was deliberate, his legs drawn together in a tight and controlled stance, reflecting an aura of restrained power.

He said, his voice devoid of warmth or empathy, "This was an unintended consequence of my presence. Fear not, I have no desire to harm you."

When he noticed that she was not relaxed, he added with an unsettling calmness, "Not yet."

Astrid’s tears flowed as she uttered with a quivering voice, "My birds... you killed them."

He averted his gaze, his eyes avoiding direct contact with Astrid’s tears, and stated coldly, "They were overwhelmed by my presence."

The acknowledgment held no remorse, only a detached acknowledgment of the consequences his dark energy had wrought upon her beloved birds.

"Who are you... what I am feeling right now... is..." Astrid struggled to articulate her emotions, the weight of fear and confusion evident in her voice.

Isiah stood straight, a stark contrast to Astrid’s distress, and walked towards the couch.

He sat down, maintaining an unwavering gaze on her, and stated with a chilling calmness, "If you do what I say, you will not face any harm."

She nodded with tears streaming down her face, as Isiah, in a display of chilling control, subdued the dark energy that surrounded him.

The promise held a sinister undertone, emphasizing the ominous bargain he seemed prepared to strike.

"They... were so beautiful... and you... I had them for so many years... you..." Astrid’s words faltered, her voice choked with sorrow as she struggled to express the pain of losing the birds she had cherished for an extended period.

"I had no intentions to kill those useless birds... they were too fragile... and just died," Isiah stated with a cold indifference.

Astrid’s eyes reflected a mixture of grief and fury, and without warning, she lunged at Isiah, attempting to inflict harm on him as he sat on the couch.

" You monster!" She shouted .