How did I end up in this place again?
The thought rose slowly in Cain’s mind, not as a calm question but as sothing tangled and restless, sothing that refused to settle no matter how much he tried to force it into place. His thoughts scattered the mont they ford, breaking apart into fragnts that did not connect, each one pulling him in a different direction as he tried to make sense of the situation he had found himself in.
His body remained still, but inside, everything was moving too fast.
He could still feel them.
Their warmth.
Their closeness.
Their presence pressed against him in a way that made it impossible to think clearly.
This is bad.
The realization ford, heavy and undeniable.
This is very bad.
He had faced countless battles, had stood against beings that could tear apart entire worlds, had walked through destruction and chaos without hesitation, and yet now, in this mont, with three won pressed against him, looking at him with concern, with warmth, with sothing far too dangerous for him to accept, he found himself at a complete loss.
His mind scrambled.
Trying to find a way out.
Trying to regain control.
Trying to rember who he was.
But every thought kept circling back to the sa problem.
They were too close.
"Cain..."
Ivira’s voice broke through his thoughts, soft but clear, her tone carrying concern that she did not bother to hide as she looked at him closely, her face still near his, her breath warm against him.
"...What’s wrong with you?"
Cornelia followed imdiately, her voice calr but no less serious, her eyes narrowing slightly as she studied his expression, as if trying to read sothing deeper beneath the surface.
"You’re acting strange."
Faith leaned in just a little more, her gaze gentle, her voice soft in a way that only made it harder for him to respond properly.
"...Did sothing happen?"
Their voices surrounded him.
Close.
Too close.
Cain’s face heated up further, the warmth creeping up his neck, reaching his ears as his thoughts stumbled over themselves, unable to form a proper answer.
Inside his head, he snapped.
What the hell is wrong with you?
His own voice echoed harshly within his mind, far colder than anything he would say out loud.
You are an Overgod.
A being who stood above countless existences.
A being who had crushed enemies without hesitation.
A being who had endured things that would drive anyone else insane.
And yet—
You can’t even handle this?
His jaw tightened slightly.
Pathetic.
The word ca sharp and unforgiving.
Pathetic.
You are being cornered by three won.
Three.
His thoughts grew harsher.
You have faced gods.
You have faced death.
You have faced annihilation itself.
And this—
This is what breaks you?
His face burned even more.
"...Get a grip..."
He muttered under his breath, barely audible, his eyes lowering slightly as if avoiding their gaze would sohow help.
But it didn’t.
Because they didn’t move away.
If anything—
They leaned closer.
"Cain..."
Ivira called again, her voice softer this ti, her brows slightly furrowed as she watched him carefully, her earlier confusion now mixed with sothing that felt dangerously close to concern.
"...You’re not answering."
Cornelia’s hand shifted slightly against his arm, her touch grounding, her tone firr now.
"If sothing is wrong, say it."
Faith tilted her head slightly, her eyes searching his face, her voice gentle but persistent.
"...We’re here."
Cain swallowed.
His mind spun.
Why are they like this?
The question ca suddenly.
Why do they sound like that?
Sothing about their voices—
Sothing about the way they spoke—
Felt different.
It felt...
"...Are they teasing ...?"
The thought slipped in before he could stop it, and the mont it ford, his entire body tensed slightly.
But when he looked at them—
They didn’t look like they were teasing him.
Not at all.
Ivira’s expression was serious, her eyes focused on him, her face still carrying that faint redness from earlier.
Cornelia looked just as composed, though there was a softness there that he rarely saw, her gaze steady, her posture close but not forceful.
Faith looked at him with pure concern, her eyes gentle, her expression warm.
Innocent.
All of them.
Completely.
Utterly.
Innocent.
And yet—
They were still too close.
Way too close.
Ivira leaned just a little more forward, her face nearing his, her voice lowering slightly.
"...Cain..."
Cornelia adjusted slightly, her shoulder brushing more firmly against him, her presence steady, unyielding.
Faith moved closer as well, her head tilting just enough that her face ca closer to his line of sight, her eyes bright.
The distance between them shrank.
Again.
And again.
And again.
Cain’s breath hitched.
His heart started beating faster.
His mind scread.
This is bad.
This is really bad.
"How..."
The thought ca in panic.
"How can’t I resist this...?"
He had resisted temptation before.
He had resisted power, desire, even death itself.
And yet—
This—
This was sothing else entirely.
The more he tried to push it away, the stronger it felt.
The more he told himself to stay calm, the more his body reacted.
"This blood pact..."
His thoughts turned sharp again, trying to regain control.
"I need to understand it."
Because no matter what he did—
The stronger he beca—
The less control he seed to have over this.
It didn’t make sense.
It went against everything he knew.
And that alone made it dangerous.
Very dangerous.
Then—
A knock.
Sharp.
Clear.
Breaking through the tension like a blade cutting through cloth.
All three of them turned their heads toward the door at the sa ti, their attention pulled away from him instantly.
Cain froze for a second.
And then—
Relief.
Pure.
Unfiltered.
Relief.
"...Saved..."
He thought, his shoulders relaxing just a little, his body finally getting a brief mont to breathe.
"Co in."
Cornelia said calmly.
The door opened.
And then—
She stepped in.
Cain’s eyes widened slightly.
"...Pam...?"
The na ford quietly in his mind as he looked at her, his thoughts montarily clearing as recognition settled in.
Hmmm.
He narrowed his eyes slightly.
Isn’t that Pam?
mories surfaced.
Clear.
Sharp.
Her confession.
The way she had looked at him.
The way she had spoken.
And more importantly—
The fact that she rembered.
Just like him.
She retained her past life.
Everything.
Just like he did.
They had shared sothing before.
Sothing real.
Sothing that should have ant sothing.
And yet—
He felt nothing.
Not even a trace.
No warmth.
No pull.
Nothing.
Cain froze.
Because the mont that thought fully ford—
Another mory followed.
Stronger.
More dangerous.
The last ti he tried to feel sothing for her.
The mont he tried to be affectionate.
The mont he allowed himself to think—
And then—
Darkness.
Pain.
Punishnt.
The blood pact.
It had stopped him.
It had crushed him.
It had made it clear—
He was not allowed.
Cain’s breath slowed.
"...So that’s how it is..."
He thought quietly.
But then—
The air changed.
It beca heavy.
Thick.
Almost suffocating.
The three sisters—
Who could hear his thoughts—
Went still.
Completely still.
And then—
Sothing rose from them.
Not visible.
But felt.
A pressure.
Cold.
Dangerous.
Terrifying.
Their auras leaked out, not in a wild or uncontrolled way, but in a way that made the entire room feel smaller, tighter, as if the walls themselves were reacting to it.
At the sa ti—
Pam stepped forward.
And from her—
Ca sothing just as strong.
Just as intense.
But different.
It wasn’t cold.
It wasn’t calm.
It was filled with hostility.
With intent.
For her—
The situation was clear.
Cain could not feel anything for her.
Not because he didn’t want to.
But because he was bound.
Trapped.
By them.
By the blood pact.
And her goal—
Was just as clear.
Break it.
No matter what.
The room tightened further.
The air pressed down.
Invisible forces clashed without sound, without movent, without any visible sign other than the weight that continued to build.
Cain felt it.
Not fully.
But enough.
"...What..."
He frowned slightly.
"...What is this...?"
Sothing was happening.
Sothing he couldn’t see.
But could feel.
The space around him seed to tremble under pressure that had no form, no shape, no direction, yet was undeniably there.
The silence stretched.
Heavy.
Unbearable.
As if the room itself was about to collapse under the weight of sothing unseen.
And just as it reached its peak—
The door opened again.
Another presence entered.
Breaking everything.
The pressure vanished.
The tension snapped.
The invisible clash ended.
And a calm, respectful voice filled the room.
"You are all summoned."
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