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The room beca deathly quiet after White Fang finished talking because everyone finally understood. They were all intelligent, so if they didn't get what White Fang was saying at this point, it would be stupid.
Silva didn't really know how to take this because, for the first ti since he got here, this was the biggest and most astounding secret he had found out.
He looked at his mother with cold eyes and a squint. "You an to tell that the person that decided to save as a kid, the person that I ca back for—
the one that birthed and made the man I am today—you an to tell that she is just a puppet in your sadistic ga?
The woman that gave birth to three kids, cried when one was killed, the one that loved so much it caused her to hate her husband.
The tears she cried, the monts she sunk into her lowest—all those monts—you an to tell that she wasn't real?" Silva snapped. He punched the table with so much force it shattered.
"You think it's so fun to use people as toys, Azreal? You lied to , and frankly, that's not the issue because I just realized sothing.
You were in control of this kingdom behind the scenes, so you knew all my plans. You knew I killed your husband and son.
You knew everything because this was your fucking reality. You have no emotions for anyone, no feelings—it's a ga to you.
I thought I was cold, I thought I was evil, I thought I was a demon. I have done so much pointless evil that it's crazy how people are still around .
But you, you are a whole lot different. You are not evil, you are not bad—just sad—a sadistic person. You create life and then still take it.
You watched the people you made die, your children and your husband. So I want to know, Azreal, what is your goal? What's the thing that has driven you so much to this level?"
Azreal looked at Silva. She understood that Silva was not playing with her. Her ability was reality manipulation; she was not physically strong.
But now White Fang was here. He would be able to create a gap in her manipulation and allow Silva out.
"Satisfaction, that's all I want," Azreal said in a cold tone and started walking towards Silva. "I want to create a place where I'm truly happy.
You see, you only heard about the summary of my life, but you don't understand what it takes to be a mber of an original family.
It's not all sunshine and rainbows. It's hardly ever pleasing; it's more like a torture house than anything else,
where every day you are faced with new challenges that either break your mind or severely damage you—all in an effort to keep the original family on top.
Since I was born, I beca one of the family's greatest weapons, capable of creating realities whenever I wanted. My ability was so refined that it could tamper with the mories and minds of those caught in it.
My father imdiately saw this as an opportunity to make a soldier, one that would do whatever he wanted. With my ability, there was no limiting the possibilities of things he could do.
And to better that, Marshall had the ability to beco my fail-safe. At first, I had no issues with my twin brother.
But I grew to hate him, and that was because every day, after all the tortures and pains we would go through, he would still be on Father's side, saying our father knew best.
He was like a puppet doing whatever our father wanted. We grew apart, and the hatred increased. The final stretch was when my father ripped Marshall's heart out.
That night, I could hear the screams of Marshall fill the house. His cries were so loud and painful. But when he ca out, and I lashed at my father, Marshall protected him.
After that, I realized that the only way to get what you want is by controlling the minds of people, like my father did to Marshall.
So I decided to use my power however I wanted, but the more I did, the emptier I beca, falling into an emotionless void.
So finally, I decided that I'd create a place where my second consciousness would take over and live a full life till we died.
And after Marshall left for a year, I started crafting the plan. I took everything into account. I searched for a young, underdeveloped kingdom that would suit my needs.
And I found here. Using my ability, I began reshaping the reality of this kingdom, putting my existence into every aspect, creating a place where I existed from childhood.
It took three months to finally make sothing that I could live in, and then I used the remainder of the years to perfect it as best as I could.
Then, my new persona, with her changed mories and all that, started living her life here and even fell in love. That was when I started to lose control over all this.
The reality I developed was so advanced that my mind alone could not control it. So it created a kind of consciousness of its own and started moving on its own.
I never planned for my persona to have kids, but she did, so I let it continue. But then you were born. From the mont you ca out, I knew sothing was up.
None of the kids she gave birth to had any of her hair or eyes, but you had the perfect features of the family. I imdiately knew that you were not normal.
And so I quickly shifted the reality to make her husband want to kill you, but sothing out of the ordinary happened.
My persona completely went against because of you. She begged her husband to let you go, and in that period, I lost control over reality, and I couldn't stop you from coming and living."
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