CHAPTER 564: THE TRAIL BEGINS

It was a dark room, the only source of light was Abrielle. She stood glaring at him. Her eyes accused him. "You said you wouldn’t hurt me.. people don’t kill those they love. " Her sharp words shot at him, opening up the wound in his heart.

His lips parted searching for words to defend himself but nothing came out. What could he possibly say to defend himself? He failed her. His hand clenched so hard, blood was dripping to the floor.

"I’m sorry." Cedric managed to say. She smiled, her eyes dead. "Sorry, can’t bring me back to life."

"Cedric why??" Abrielle’s voice cried out to him. He stood before her, stained in blood, her body covered with her blood..

Unable to stop himself, I tried to reach out to her. Once he did she disappeared. Cedric’s knees buckled, and he fell to the ground. A muffled cry left his lips. He killed her with his own hands.

A door creaked open, and the sound jolted him awake. His eyes furrowed as he tried to recognise where he was. He sat up on a bed, the room was pretty decent but he instantly knew this was Netheralis or Heliosa.

It was a place he hadn’t been before. The air was rich in magic but didn’t carry this heavy feeling Netheralis had. It felt lighter. Cedric sat up, his eyes darted around the room, his confusion increased noticing the luxurious interior decoration, until his gaze fell on a mirror.

Stunned, his outfit was changed. It reminded him of the type of clothes gods normally wore in paintings. Even luxury couldn’t describe it.

"Surprised..." A soft voice finally drew his attention to the door. It fell on the lady he recognised despite never seeing her. He just knew it was Nyxoria. She was indeed beautiful like the moon. Pure and flawless. "Am I in Elaris?" He asked.

Nyxoria smiled. He was fast in catching up on this. "I guess you have an idea of your condition " she snarled, his gaze having this subtle hatred. ..

"I never knew the gods were so nice to treat prisoners like royalty ", Cedric scoffed, and her laugh rang. She smiled at him.

"You have a sharp tongue just like your mother." She channelled her gaze, getting colder. "Unlike Netheralis we always treat people with dignity. I am not like my crazy brother, who would chain a prince, criminal or not, you are still the 8th prince of Netheralis, and you deserve one good sleep before your trial.".

Nyxoria’s words were a sharp reminder of his reality. He had killed Abrielle and lost control. Cedric stood up, his bones ached, and a sharp hiss escaped his lips. He didn’t remember much after he killed her

It was a messy blur of anger. He was slowly losing himself to the darkness. "Will they kill me?" He asked the goddess of the moon. The scriptures claimed she was a just person but the look in her eyes said otherwise

Unfiltered hatred. One rooted deep in her bones. "They won’t be that merciful. " Nyxoria said with a smirk on her lips. Cedric laughed death was mercy at least he would forget what he did if he was Lucky to be reincarnated

Nyxoria watched him closely. He had truly lost his mind. She didn’t have the time to waste words on him. The goddess turned to leave, and her beautiful white robe swept the floor like a bride.

"Everyone is already waiting. You don’t want to keep them waiting, or your punishment would be worse," she didn’t hide her disdain. Her footsteps faded with her next words.

"A divine being going on a rampage because of one mortal." Nyxoria scowled. Cedric’s hands clenched, but he still followed after her. A few steps behind. He never asked for this.

He never asked to be special. He was spawned with a human father, and yet he ended up being more of a divine being than taking his human side.

What made him special, a rarity. That was what jinxed his relationship with Abrielle. Cedric was not the only demigod to be born from a high divine being. The Von Drakkar, Ceaphyr and even the Nightshade family had history tied up with the gods

Which made them exceptional, and never in those cases were they a rarity like him. It felt like his very birth was a curse, and now he would live his immortal life hating every second of it until he was shown mercy.

Even the gods could be killed.

On the way, they came across servants who bowed their heads, avoiding Nyxoria’s sharp gaze. He knew his trail was drawing near. He could sense the power.

Cedric’s gaze fell on Nyxoria, and a question hung on his tongue. "Can I ask a question?"

She didn’t glance back or slow down. "Because you are Elysia’s son doesn’t put you in any place to ask me questions." She dismissed him but it didn’t stop him either.

"Why did you hate him? It isn’t just a dislike something worse." His words made her halt, Cedric could notice the way her fist clenched at her side.

Why did she hate him? Nyxoria wondered. "You were never meant to be born. My brother might forgive Elysia but I can’t. After everything he sacrificed, she still betrayed their love." She glanced over her shoulder, a smile hung on her lips, but her eyes were dead.

"You have no idea what it’s like handling the responsibilities of two reckless brats." She added then continued walking.

"Maybe I shouldn’t have returned to Elaris but there has to be one responsible goddess to put everything in check." Nyxoria continued walking. Cedric’s brow furrowed. He knew about Raziel, who abandoned Elaris, but he wondered which other god had abandoned his place.

They arrived at large gold doors. At a wave of her hand, a bright light shone from inside, almost blinding Cedric. He had blinked a couple of times to adjust his sight.

Nyxoria’s voice boomed. "The 8th prince of Netheralis. Born of a mortal but the fates deemed him noble to walk amongst us."

He walked into the room, and everything was made of the finest gold and rarest stones. Several eyes were on him watching and before him sat a presence so majestic he almost fell on his knees. The same mismatched eyes, his body glowing like the sun.

"The trial begins."