Chapter 292 – Pitiful
If the siblings were not locked and chained, then surely Premier would have been minced meat right now.
All of them—even the usually calm Ebony—were frowning heavily at him, itching to beat him up for daring to say such an outrageous thing.
Shadeva’s favorite sibling?
Was this beast okay in his head?
"I dare you to repeat what you just said," Ebony said, her voice cold.
Right now her mind was already tangled with a thousand thoughts, and truly, having a damn puppy acting like this in front of them gave her the itch to slap his face across worlds.
But all of that... was not Premier’s concern.
He didn’t care about what they were feeling or even going through. There was only one thing he was interested in—and that was making sure these so-called siblings knew their place.
"I am Shadeva’s favorite sibling," he repeated boldly, then scoffed.
"What? Will you beat me up? Or no, wait... you’ll chain me, right? That’s your thing after all." His voice dripped with mockery. Foxy, beside him, giggled as she pulled out some popcorn from who knows where, ready to watch this unfold.
Premier’s words made the siblings angry... really angry.
Sylphira stepped up to the cell’s bars, gripping them tightly as her ever-shifting eyes bored into Premier’s.
"You dare talk like this without knowing anything... who do you think you are to judge us?" she said, her voice low but trembling with unspoken fury.
"Do you think we chose to seal our sister because we wanted to?"
Her grip tightened so much her knuckles turned stark white.
"Do you think we wished to be separated from our sister—the one who protected us?"
Her gaze was ice-cold, and Mortis and Ebony mirrored it perfectly.
They already hated what they had done to their own core.
There was not a single day Mortis and Sylphira didn’t try to escape their bindings to free their sister.
Mortis suffered daily for those attempts... but Sylphira...Sylphira’s mind broke again and again and again, in an endless cycle.
The pain was unbearable—the kind of pain that could shatter the mind of most Law Creator rank beings.
But she shouldered it, all so she could be with her sister again.
So yes, it stung—no, it burned—when a stranger came to judge them.
"...You have no right to judge us. So don’t you dare again..." Sylphira continued sharply.
"Because if you do... I don’t care about your father, I will take you with me into the fucking grave, even if it’s the last thing I do. Do you get me?"
Premier listened to all this, his eyes calm—but beneath the facade was an undeniable fear.
He couldn’t help it.
He was being subjected to the anger of three Originals... as an SSS-rank beast. In normal circumstances, their gaze alone could crush him to death.
He knew it.
But he still couldn’t stop, because few knew the truth but Premier was the closest person to Shadeva in this family.
The closest.
Not any of the girls. Not even Noah. But him.
He had gotten countless chances to spend time with her, and those were some of his favorite moments. Noah hardly had time for him, so Shadeva had become his anchor.
His sister.
So can you imagine how it hurt him to see her face clouded by sadness every now and then when she thought of her siblings?
Can you imagine how it felt when she spoke of them with love... but also pain?
It hurt more than he’d ever admit.
And now, finally seeing those famous siblings—
"There was always another way. The reasons hardly matter. You could have spoken to her and found a way out of any situation that pushed you into that corner," Premier said, his face unyielding.
"But you didn’t. You chose the radical option of sealing her altogether. If she wasn’t Shadeva... if she wasn’t a loving sister... you’d all be dead by now."
Premier paused, tilting his head.
"Maybe that’s why you dared, after all..." he chuckled dryly.
"...because you knew she would never hate you."
His words struck something deep in all of them.
So deep that Ebony’s eyes turned bright red with rage. "Easy to say when you’re watching all this from the outside. Easy to say when your family isn’t hanging by a fragile thread that could snap at any time..."
She grit her teeth harder, her voice burning with vicious anger and self-loathing.
"Easy to say when... you’re not the one living it."
Silence blanketed the prison.
Even Foxy, usually so relaxed, had stopped. The atmosphere was heavy, tense, suffocating.
She had nothing to say.
She wasn’t close to Shadeva, so even if she found her situation pitiful, she didn’t care that much.
So she just listened.
Premier didn’t speak again. He just stared at them, his eyes saying more than his mouth could.
He was looking at them as if... disappointed.
Mortis chuckled.
"I see... I think I understand," he said, his voice carrying an edge sharper than steel.
"You must be the type who is so used to getting anything you want without much struggle that for you... anything is possible."
"For you... there’s always a way, and every ending is a good ending."
He looked at Premier with pure disdain.
"Is that it, little dog?"
"Are you so used to being handed everything by your dear father that you can’t see past your own nose?"
Premier frowned. Even Foxy did. Their expressions turned cold instantly.
"What do you know about us?" Foxy snapped.
"Hahahaha!" Mortis laughed loudly, finding this entire discussion absurd.
"Why are we even arguing with kids?" Mortis said suddenly.
"Why waste time on children who are still living under the shadow of their father, unable to see beyond him, unable to be more than him?" His disdainful grin was razor-sharp.
"Truly pitiful."
His words made both Premier and Foxy fall silent, their faces frozen over.
They didn’t like what they were hearing.
And the siblings noticed.
They realized something then—something that made them recall exactly who Premier and Foxy’s father was.
And they laughed.
With pity.
True pity.
"...Must be pitiful to be the children of such a being..." Ebony smiled hollowly.
"...because you will never escape his shadow..."
"...and no matter how hard you try... you never will."
—End of Chapter 292—