The Blood of Fate ✧ min yoongi ✓

𝐅 𝐈 𝐅 𝐓 𝐘

CHAPTER 50 | DESTINED TO BE

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YOU

Everything happened so swiftly. To me, it all seems to have happened within the last twenty-four hours. I'm still a little surprised by how much of the trauma that all of this has affected me. I thought I was over it. I figured I was accustomed to all of this. Apparently not, though.

My father and I were standing next to each other. He hardly smiled, maintaining his severe, serious expression as usual. To be honest, I've seldom ever seen him smile. The damp skin and the bags beneath his eyes. Given that he is now seven thousand years old, it was clear that his time is limited.

"As a Pureblood, your responsibilities have evolved," my father declares, looking down at me. "The Gods has spoken to me in my sleep."

"What were their words?" With joy in my eyes, I inquired. Leaping, I gripped his arm. "The Gods barely say anything, so tell me!"

"The battle between Light and Darkness is about to begin. It was originally intended for Min Yoongi and you to be wedded, but that is not going to happen anytime soon." He states. He knelt to kiss my cheek, getting down on my level. "Our blood has long been desired by the Min family. They have massacred our race in order to gain power. You are born to destroy Min Yoongi, and he is born to destroy you."

"Then why was I supposed to marry him father?"

"We hopes that it would break the cycle of conflict between us both. But I was proven wrong." He hung his head low with disappointment and sadness. "This world is not what you think it is, Y/N. It is not full of beauty, purity, good. This damn rock is filled with greed, lust, destruction! You, my daughter — you will show them what true fear is."

"Why would I do that?"

"You will know soon, my little rose. Very soon."

I lowered my gaze. Mother enters abruptly and smiles. "As vampires endowed with the ability to drink human blood and mark our victims with our fangs in retribution for the crimes they have committed, we Purebloods possess the powers of the dark gods. We are humanity's arbiter."

"Y/N, the Astral Gods' blood courses through your veins. Blood of the Rose, Blood of the Stars, Blood of War, Blood of Darkness, and Blood of Janus. There should be nothing that matters to you. You possess the whole ability to vanquish your adversaries who want to obstruct your progress. You are the one who overcomes both sides. Don't extend any mercy, kindness, or generosity to anyone who wouldn't reciprocate the favor. Remain vigilant and aware of your identity. If necessary, take on the traits that the stories fear."

"What are my authorities?" I enquired. "The last living rose lives within me with every petal collected within the past Pureblood ancestors."

"We are unsure. Your rose is still growing, and you still don't know much about the Dark Gods. Your blood has not yet dried, especially your obligations as a Pureblood," My father pats my head and says, "There's still time for you to learn. As you have in the past, always follow the Dark."

However, things started to alter. First, Father was once a loving parent and a devoted member of the Pureblood line and the Gods. The next, remorse and hatred corrupted our family. Father turned become a disciple of his own corrupt and power-hungry lust. He succeeded to convince himself that he is the only God in existence and that he no longer believed in the Gods, particularly Selene. I gained greater understanding as I developed. Furthermore, I delved too deeply into information that was supposed to be kept secret.

A boiling rush of anger and panic was shortly followed by a scream from both parents. My hands balled up and I pounded the wall because it was getting out of control. I had no idea that my intense feelings and actions had led to my acquisition of Kratos, one of the Six's various talents. His force overtook me, and I felt it tearing through my veins. I made a hole in the wall and brought my fist back.