Chapter 19 - Mother's fear
After turning to face them, with the aura of savagery and ferocity continuing to emit from his figure, he looked at the horrified mother and daughter duo and immediately mustered both the will and strength to fight off the overpowering intent of carnage and savageness that swirled ferociously and fiercely around him.
Though the blood-red aura of unbound maleficence that seethed violently around him didn't want to give in to his domineering will, it however became docile in the end once Glade brought up the dazzling images of his mother and big sister—Thorrhia.
The way they appeared in his mind, was like bright and intensely dazzling golden beings full of grace, love, benevolence and virtue.
So, once they appeared in his mind overtaken by a darkness so thick that the rays of the sun wouldn't be able to illuminate it, and was completely run over by dark and vicious, hideous beasts that growled and snarled, the brilliant golden light that radiated from their glowing majestic figures, immediately lit up the darkness-shrouded world in his mind, chasing away the snarling, carnage-lusting primal beasts back to the abyss they emerged from. Actually, this is only a figurative narration to show how the overwhelming bloodlust that ruled in his mind like it were a despotic, blood-spills-loving emperor, was immediately conquered by the two wonderful and alluring females in his life.
Then he said to them with his usual voice, "No one is going to hurt you. You can leave now and return home."
Once he said that, with the terrifying, rusty red aura that emanated from him like a tremendously violent tide fully retracted in—causing him to look friendly, handsome, and totally approachable, unlike his previous chilling, cold-face expression, foreboding demeanor, and overwhelming sinister gaze, the woman nodded her head and said with a really grateful heart, "Thank you so much. Thank you so much for coming to our aid. If it wasn't for you, I and my daughter will be doomed by now. I really appreciate it."
"Nah. It's okay." Glade said and nodded his head with a smile appearing on his face.
He then squatted to look at the young girl before asking, "What's your name?"
"Lyrriah." The girl responded.
"Hmm. Alright, Lyrriah. Make sure to take good care of yourself and your mother. Okay?" Glade said while the girl nodded her head.
"I will." The little girl called Lyrriah stated. Then she walked forward by a step to embrace Glade who was squatted right before her.
Glade smiled and embraced her. Then he detached from the embrace a moment later and said, "You should leave now with your mom. It's getting dark already."
"Okay." Lyrriah nodded and went to meet her mom who held her by the hand and immediately turned around to leave where they were.
Glade maintained the confident smile on his face as the mother and daughter duo walked away.
Once they were gone, the smile instantly disappeared to be replaced by a look of shock and intense disbelief.
"I actually killed people..." He said within himself with an indecipherable expression appearing on his face.
He couldn't help but think about the harrowing things he did. However, the now-docile currents of bloodlust and savagery that circulated within him, waiting to erupt once again in great ferocity and tyranny, caused him to actually like and love the devilish feeling.
The thought of ripping apart people with bare hands, blasting their hearts and other organs out of their ruptured backs as innard pastes, punching their heads into mists of blood, as well as their bodies into fogs of bright crimson fluid, caused him to have a certain kind of malevolence-bound elation he couldn't explain.
But this was due to the currents of viciousness that circulated within him. So, he wasn't as psychologically impacted as one would expect. In fact, he immediately recovered it from it that he wouldn't mind doing the same to any other bastard that would try to oppose or challenge him.
With eyes shining with unparalleled, concealed brutality and fiendishness, he walked further to find a vehicle that would take him home. He was already wasting too much time in this place. He just had to get home before his mom, who wouldn't take shit from him would arrive. Though she was really strict towards him, all she ever did spoke of true affection and genuine motherly love.
However, what he didn't know was that she was only putting up a false strict front because of what he was—the Blessed son of a high-ranking priestess who would surely grow into a tall and dashing young man that would be frighteningly strong and horrifyingly, immensely powerful.
So, she had to be strict towards him so that he wouldn't become a savage monster in her hands. She couldn't imagine that for her son. Therefore, she continuously imparted good morals into him that when she was gone–dead due to old age, the morals would follow him everywhere he went and prevent him from doing something utterly evil or malicious.
If not for this line of thinking, she would so pamper him that he would be tremendously spoilt, frustratingly entitled, and would rage if things weren't given to him or done in the way that he wanted it. She couldn't afford to spoil him by giving in to his requests and making him feel that that was how the world operated. For if she was gone and he went out there into the world, he would cause deaths, ruinations, and destructions using his really vast array of Blessings.
Like, everywhere would be set on fire and burn, and out of these ravaging infernos, would the deafening cries, shrieks, and shrills of lots of brutalized or dying innocent people sorrowfully ring out from. And since the world would totally reject his gloomy, devilish existence, he would be vengefully and furiously chased with only one thought in mind: gruesome extermination.
However, she did still spoil him, by getting him the best of things that she wanted him to have in his possession.
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As Glade calmly walked to find a vehicle that would ply the road where he currently was and would convey him home, he suddenly recalled the Blessings that he exhibited. The shadow-like telekinesis one that he used to pull people towards him using only their shadows, and then the superhuman strength one—as he could rip people into half using his bare arms. To carry out such a harrowing, shocking physical feat, could only be done or executed when one possessed a great level of strength.
Then he tried to use the Blessings, summoning them by thinking about and visualizing them. However, he discovered to his dismay that he couldn't. After trying for a few more times, he simply shook his head and continued to walk forward, waiting for a vehicle to arrive and lift him to their grand and stately residence.