To ruin an Omega novel Chapter 425

Chapter 425: When the seasons change 1

FIA

I blinked. Or I thought I did. The concept of eyelids felt theoretical at best.

The space around me resolved slowly. I noticed there were stone walls that were damp and gray. It looked... It looked like a cell.

The more I looked at it, the more I realized it was the kind of cell that had held me before, when I embodied my ancestor Athena in those vivid dreams of mine. Yes... It was. It was the same vile space that had held so many innocents before and after her.

I could almost taste the iron in the air, could almost hear the echoes of screams that had soaked into these walls over decades.

But it wasn’t real. I knew that somehow.

I sat up. My body moved without the pain I should have felt after what had just happened.

I had no throbbing skull, no broken nose, no blood coating my face. All I really felt at this point was a strange lightness, like I’d been hollowed out and filled with something kinder entirely.

Then I noticed someone was there.

I looked and to mo one’s surprise. There was indeed someone.

The apparition stood across from me.

She wore my face.

She had the same dark hair, same pale skin, same frame. But the eyes were different. They held something ancient, something that had burned itself out long ago and left only embers behind.

"Athena?"

The word left my mouth before I’d consciously decided to speak.

She smiled. The expression transformed her face, made her look younger despite everything those eyes had witnessed.

"We finally meet, granddaughter."

The weight of that word settled over me like a physical thing. Granddaughter. I’d only gotten to know about her from fragmented memories I had gotten from my dreams. So all I had really about this woamn was the trials and tribulations that she had gone through in life. The woman who had suffered so Valentine could build some sick sort of empire with the blood of the Omegas who had died in these very walls, or ones like them.

"I’m dead?"

I needed to know. Needed to understand if this was the end, if that girl had beaten me into nothing and left my baby to whatever fate awaited children conceived by a mad warlock’s design.

Athena’s smile faded. She moved closer, her steps silent against stone that should have echoed.

"You should know by now that there are feelings and fates so much worse than death."

The statement landed with the finality of a door slamming shut. I thought about Morrigan’s face before the girl had thrown her against the wall. I thought about the baby growing inside me, about Gabriel trapped in his own body while Aldric wore his skin like a costume.

"So this is like before."

When I’d been dying on that private road, when something had reached into me and pulled me back from wherever I’d been headed. When I’d woken with power singing through my veins and power burning on my flesh.

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