Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 2299

Sarethvane had read his mother's Will the way he read the dead in every cemetery he had ever lain down in, and he found it all there waiting for him. Years of pain she had carried underneath that soft voice, folded away where no one could see it.

But in every way she interacted with the world, tidbits would always be left behind. A stranger who saw an odd cough, a stumble up an uncomplicated ramp to climb, a weariness in the night caught by the reflection of the moon… He saw it all.

She had hidden it from him, perfectly, right to the very end.

Everyone showed their true face when they died, and hers had been the truest and the most beautiful thing he had ever seen… He hated it.

What was it if not another lie? Another arrogant, ugly lie?

What was that if not the same fakeness he saw in every bloviating fool who thought he was more than he was? She had put forth such a brave face, such a good and gentle face, and she had done it while dying, and she had done it while looking right at him like he was no different from the same fool.

Did she not think that he could help?

Did she believe him too weak? Too weak to carry it with her, too weak to search, too weak to find a cure to the impossible?

Was that all he had been to her? A thing to be protected from the truth? An ego so fragile and frail that it couldn't be jostled or shaken?

The fury that rose in him then was the same fury that had risen the first time, and it had never once cooled in all the years since. It was the reason he lay in cemeteries. It was the reason he loved to watch the grand and the imposing get put in their place, because they had all made themselves out to be more than they were, and every one of them found out in the end that he was more worthy than they were.

That he was more than worthy of knowing.

And now here was Gentrixaul.

A God. A True God. Whispering into the mind of a broken, bleeding C-tier because he could not reach further than that. A being who had failed to kill a mortal, and then failed again, and had now been reduced to triggering events, dangling inheritances, and begging for the loan of a body, his own body.

He wanted to show Sarethvane the gap between a God and the weak, but Sarethvane could already see it.

His mother had hidden her dying from him for years and never once let it show. She had the patience of a saint and the grace of a Goddess, the warmth of the sun and the light of the moon. She had more Will and Character in a single fang than Gentrixaul had throughout a body that could span galaxies and crush star systems with a twitch.

Gentrixaul wasn't even as strong as his mother and he wanted to take his body?

"Fuck you," Sarethvane said coldly.

The voice in his skull stopped for a moment, surprise leaking out. Then it all instantly burned away.

"Die." The word carried the weight of Gentrixaul's fury.

There was nothing Sarethvane could do about it. His Will was in fragments, scattered endlessly and through an impossible number of threads. A sliver of Gentrixaul's Will and a breath of time would be all it took to crush him to pieces.

The system would make him answer for it, sure. Interference like this certainly would come with some sort of backlash. But Gentrixaul could weather that, and by the time the backlash arrived, Sarethvane would already be gone.

So what difference would it make?

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