Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 2020

Chapter 2020: Boiling

It was all a blur to Sylas. He couldn't even remember making this grave, or carving out the obelisk, but his body had suddenly appeared here. It was almost like the folds of spacetime and the Mesh of Reality had conspired to teleport him right here, not giving him the option to forget again.

It felt like those memories he had repressed all those years ago with Cassarae. He hadn't even remembered the incident all that well, convincing himself that they had separated "amicably" as though he hadn't strolled into her life like a raging hurricane and then walked away as though nothing at all had happened.

It wasn't as simple as a teenage love story gone wrong, it wasn't a childhood love gone wrong. He had almost killed someone back then.

No. He thought he had killed someone, and he just didn't care. If not for his parents, that boy would have stayed dead back then.

More memories that Sylas had repressed came bubbling back up again.

Cassarae had been there that day he showed up to school, wrapped in darkness. She had tried to stop him but he snapped in a way that could have only been called demonic.

It was the first time Sylas had ever truly broken the rules, the first time he had truly seen the rules of society and then decided that he liked his own rules better.

He was Lawful Neutral. Following rules was what he did best.

But that day, he had been something else. He had taken the violence he nearly used to harm Cassarae that day and turned it all into fury.

He couldn't remember the number of people who tried to pull him off, but they all suffered that day. Even Cassarae's attempt had ended horribly.

She was flung off of him, her head banging against a wall and her arm landing at an awkward angle that snapped it.

All of it, all of those memories were gone.

He hadn't even just rained down fists. He had kneed that boy's crotch until blood seeped through his jeans, he had stuck a finger through his eye, looking to pull out something more than just flesh, but brain matter itself. He had even tried to rip his tongue out with nothing but his fingers.

He remembered that moment especially vividly because it was then they at last managed to get him off of the boy.

It wasn't because he gave up, but because his mortal body only had so much stamina to it, only so much fury it could expel at once.

He had grabbed the boy's tongue, trying to yank it out, but failing in the end. Realizing he couldn't, he pulled it out as far as he could and propped himself up just so that he could drive his knee into the latter's chin.

Had he succeeded, let alone not having a tongue anymore, the boy would have certainly bled to death right then and there.

Sylas had been nothing short of demonic that day, a whirlwind of chaos he had completely blocked out.

He didn't know where his strength had come from. To push off students and teachers alike, endless waves of them as though they didn't count for anything. He shouldn't have had any special strength back then. It should have only taken one or two robust men at most to hold him back. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

Yet he tapped into something else.

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