The Blood of Fate ✧ min yoongi ✓

𝐅 𝐎 𝐑 𝐓 𝐘 - 𝐅 𝐎 𝐔 𝐑

CHAPTER 43 | TRUTH UNFOLDS

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YOU

Releasing another tired sigh and heavy breathing, I lean against the walls for stability while moving through the corridor. Eventually, as I start to hobble, I run my bloodied hands along the walls, leaving a trail, and my fingers graze paintings illustrating ancient Pureblood vampires.

The rapid succession of footsteps reverberating through the chilly catwalk corridor heightened the tension even further. My body was already soaked in a mixture of my own blood and that of others, trembling uncontrollably, with sweat continuing to trickle down my skin and a burning pain from the multiple wounds I have yet to realize.

But I don't recognize this place one bit. I've never been here before in my life. Slicing through the guards who came running up to me, I kept moving forward, not letting anything or anyone stop me. I slow down my fast pacing, staring up at the paintings that hung so proudly on the walls.

One section with the line of Purebloods, the rulers of vampires, and the other side was House Lazaurus.

I turn around and see a painting of a woman that was oddly familiar. It was the same woman that Yoongi kept talking about — Y/N. I walked towards the portrait and stare at her eyes, then down to her hair strands that flowed with her skin. She was beautiful.

I placed my hand onto the painting, and suddenly, the wall behind it moved. I stepped back a bit, but continued to push it forward until it revealed a steel door. To my surprise, it was unlocked. I opened the doors and thankfully — Namjoon was there. I ran towards him and held his body in my arms.

"Namjoon! Can you hear me?!" I yelled out. He groans, fluttering his eyes as he coughs out. I gently slap his face a few times, "Open your eyes."

"Nyx. . ?" He whispers out. "Where's everyone else?"

"They're on their way."

A momentary shudder passed through me, as I now gazed before the sacred crystallized tree, bathed in bright yet dark lights. Namjoon notices my attention that was glued on the sleeping body of Y/N, and he slowly pieces things together.

"Nyx, don't. . ." he mumbles out. He tries reaching out for me the moment I stood up, but I was already at a far distance for him to even feel my skin.

My shoulders hung slightly and my breathing was labored, heavy as the intensity between the sleeping pureblood and I increased.

"Do the gods deserve any special adoration just because they are powerful? Stronger? Smarter? If they judge us based on the decisions we've made or make, isn't it fair that we should treat them the same way according to their own?"

The voice seemed wrenched from the woman's throat, her voice smooth yet full of anger.

"They permitted people worldwide to treat me as if I were an animal, and they did the same to you too, executed with great effectiveness."

I reached out to touch the Tree. At first, its form was a liquidity texture, but within I can feel multiple hands, dragging and pulling me within. I pull back my arm and stare at its glowing bark with wide eyes. I could hear multiple muffled screams. It's as if this Tree. . . holds memory. My expression was frozen in shock.