Rebirth

Chapter Twenty-Three. Day 3

Aileen stayed the night in the house of the Amon until the next morning when she woke up and found no one. She got up from her bed and walked to the room which held the books to see if she could find someone around.

She found Beomia.

"Hello good morning," Beomia greeted her with a big smile when she saw her.

"Good morning, where are the others?" She asked hastily.

"The bell rang and everyone must assemble at the square where the announcement is received from the throne of the King," she explained to Aileen.

"And why are you here?" She asked her.

"As the Amon, I must stay here and watch over the books," she said.

"So that is the kind of picture you have painted for the people to read—a librarian," Aileen said.

"Correct, you are a brilliant woman," she praised her.

"That explains why Eleanor gave me those books," she said and nodded in realization, amazed by this.

"No one must come to know what the Amon truly is, this is our strategy to make it look like it was just a myth. So anyone who visited here to borrow books or ask about the origin of Amon, I simply turn the whole thing to make it look like it was a myth, to keep it a secret and attack the enemy unawares," she added.

"Well good strategy."

"About Gray, have you been able to find anything yet?" Aileen asked.

"I think I found where he is and how to get him," she said and turned back to grab a book from the top of the shelf that stood behind her.

A black X was exposed slightly on the back of her neck.

"Erm... what is that, behind your neck?" She asked anxiously.

"Oh," her face turned dull.

"Why, did something happen?" Aileen asked.

"Those Xs represent the number of daughters that have been eliminated as our set stands," she said.

"I quite don't get you," Aileen said, requesting a detailed explanation.

"As time passes by, the daughters grow and they die, then a new set of daughters is born. Once the whole set has not aged and died, anyone who dies before the whole is recorded as an X behind our necks," she explained.

"Oh okay," she understood.

"So which one of you has passed away... there were two marks," she asked.

"The daughter who held the power of necromancy and the daughter of manipulation, who is now on the side of the devil."

"How come that happened?" she asked her again.

"Lucifer had succeeded in deceiving the younger twin who formed the firstborn, which is the daughter of manipulation. Soon he derived a thought that the younger daughters of every twin set were very easy to deceive as compared to their elder sisters. So he went after the daughter of necromancy, but she wasn't an easy match for the devil. One day she went out as a normal girl to buy an item from the marketplace. The King sent for her and she was taken forcefully by one of the Seven Knights who was assigned to the market as his jurisdiction. She never returned, after several days the marks appeared on us and we understood what had happened. Now her power—being of Abel, has made the King more powerful, and even the five of us can not fight him unless we get a person to fill in her gap. Although that person will not be blessed with her power, she will complete the number—six, and we will be granted a certain amount of morale to fight," she explained.

"But how was the daughter of necromancy found, no one knows you right?" Aileen asked.

"Yea, no one knows us but once the devil tries to deceive you and you talk back to resist him, he copies your voice and uses that to track you down. That is another ability of Lucifer, that was why he had many voices," she said.

"Oh okay," she said, and the others budged in, they all beheld dull faces and didn't speak.

"Why, what happened?" Aileen asked very worried. She could tell from the look on their faces, that something had gone wrong.

They kept mute and could only stand still.

"Bemia, tell us, what happened?" Beomia walked to her and pat her shoulder, asking her simultaneously.

It was a mixture of feelings.

She was angry, sad, and broken down. Her heart beat fast and could almost be heard as she breathed heavily allowing her chest to expand and relax.

One of the daughters; from the set whose power isn't known—the youngest among the daughters, blasted out in tremendous tears, she couldn't hold it any longer. Aileen with Beomia evolved worrisomely, and Beomia asked her with searching eyes.

"Bemia," she said, but Bemia looked away. She didn't want to speak about it and her heart beat the more.

"Tell me Bemia, what happened," she held her sister's head and tilted it gently to face her. She looked into Bemia's eyes and for a moment tears filled both their eyes. Bemia couldn't hold it anymore and so allowed her heart to cry it all out.

All the time the daughter of outrage—Fachnan, breathed heavily, and heavily with sore eyes as she stared at something.

"It was my sister," she said with a broken voice. Nothing but pure and ample anger emanated from her voice.

Beomia looked very shocked and turned to her, from Bemia.

"What are you talking about, Fachnan?" She asked her with her eyes open as if they were searching for something.

"Ganzorig..."

"But she's gone," Beomia said.
"That was what we thought, she wasn't dead all this while and we could have found her," Fachnan said.

"If she wasn't dead, then what happened to your Sister's Bond?" She asked with worrisome filling her eyes, as tears made their way down her cheeks.

"She was brutally tortured. Her whole body was stained with blood that came out of the numerous cuts on her body and she was on the verge of death but she couldn't die. I saw the pain in her eyes even as she was hanged on the upside-down cross and blood coming down from her body. From every part, the blood came out from—her eyes, nose, mouth, ears, and the wounds she had retained from her torture. She couldn't do anything, but hang on the cross helplessly and await her death. Even after all that torture, she was submitted to ninety-nine lashes by the beast as she burned, being tortured for that long broke the bond, her soul and spirit were dead, but the King tied them in her so that her mortal body would not give up the ghost so that she will suffer more; she was partially dead. That vermin said it was a warning to all who seek to end him. I watched her get burned and she did not express any sign of pain, but rather a tear escaped her eyes when her eyes fell on me, and I could not do anything but watch her die. Ganzorig died because she did not speak about us, she did not give any information about us nor allowed the King to take her power," Fachnan said, with more rage filling her voice as she spoke.

Her eyes turned sore red and heat emanated around her.

After hearing this Beomia broke down just as her sister—Bemia, and wept frightfully.

Aileen stood there and uttered not a word, but it seemed what she had heard was too much for her to even carry, even though she was not a sister. Tears filled her eyes, and slowly they came down. The room was filled with their wailing except Fachnan, she only looked in at one place and breathed heavily.

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I am sad here as well, heartbroken... how could Due do this?😭