Fated Mate to the Triplet Alpha

Chapter 133: Chapter 133: The Final Secret

"Wait," Elara said, stepping back from the changed Tobias.

"If the Creator and Devourer are the same being, then who killed my parents?" Tobias froze. His inhuman smile faltered. "What did you say?" he asked.

"My parents. You said the Devourer has been hunting my bloodline for ages. But something killed my parents when I was a baby."

"The Devourer killed them," Tobias said, but his voice was unsure now.

"No," baby Truth said suddenly. "He’s lying." "I don’t lie," Tobias snapped.

"You’re not lying on purpose," baby Wisdom amended.

"But you’re wrong." "How can I be wrong? I was there!"

"Were you?" baby Truth asked. "Or do you just remember being there?" Tobias’s face went blank. "I... I remember..."

"False memories," Evelyn said, understanding. "Someone planted false memories in your mind." "But who?" Kael asked.

"The same people who really killed Elara’s parents," baby Truth said.

"Who?" Elara asked. "Us," a new voice said from the doorway. Everyone turned.

A group of people stood there, all wearing similar black robes. Their boss pulled back her hood. It was Luna Evelyn. noveldrama

But not the Luna Evelyn who stood next to Marcus. This one was older, colder. "Another version of me," the real Evelyn whispered in horror.

"The superior version," the other Evelyn said. "From the original timeline."

"Original timeline?" Ronan asked. "The one where we succeeded," the robed Evelyn replied.

"Where we killed the Catalyst before she could have children."

"You’re from another reality," Darian realized. "The first world. The one that figured out the truth about the Creator and Devourer."

"What truth?" Elara asked. "That they’re not the same being," the robed Evelyn said.

"They’re twin brothers." Tobias stumbled backward. "That’s impossible."

"Is it? You’ve been so focused on the idea that creation and destruction are one being that you never considered they might be two."

"The Creator made everything," the robed Evelyn continued. "But he made a mistake. He made too much. The multiverse became unstable."

"So the Devourer was born to fix it," another robed figure said, pulling back his hood. It was Marcus. But like Evelyn, this was a different form.

Scarred and battle-worn. "The Devourer’s job was to destroy excess realities," he stated.

"To keep the multiverse balanced." "But something went wrong," the robed Evelyn said.

"The Devourer became hooked to destruction. It started devouring everything, not just extra realities."

"The Creator tried to stop his brother," a third robed figure said.

This one looked like Celeste, but older and more dangerous. "But the Devourer was too strong. So the Creator made a desperate choice."

"What choice?" Elara asked. "He scattered pieces of his power across the multiverse," the robed Evelyn said.

"Created bloodlines that could stand against the Devourer."

"My bloodline," Elara realized. "Your bloodline. But not just yours." The robed Evelyn smiled coldly.

"Every reality has a Catalyst. Every reality has children who can change existence." "Then why are you here?" Kael asked.

"Because we discovered something terrible," the robed Marcus said. "The Creator’s plan was flawed." View the correct content at fr\eewe.bno vel.c(o)m

"How?" Tobias asked. "The Catalyst children don’t just have the power to stop the Devourer," the robed Celeste stated.

"They have the power to become the Devourer." "What?" Elara gasped. "Think about it," the robed Evelyn said.

"Unlimited power. The power to reshape reality. What’s to stop them from deciding that some realities deserve to be destroyed?"

"We would never—" baby Love started. "Wouldn’t you?" the robed Evelyn interrupted.

"What about realities where children are hurt? Where innocent people suffer? Wouldn’t it be better to just... erase them?"

The nine babies looked at each other nervously. "That’s how it starts," the robed Marcus said.

"With good goals. But power corrupts. Eventually, they become what they were meant to destroy."

"So we made a different choice," the robed Evelyn said. "We killed our Catalyst before she could have children."

"You killed your own Elara?" the real Evelyn asked in horror.

"We saved the multiverse," the robed Evelyn responded. "Our reality is the only one that’s truly safe."

"But the Devourer is still out there," Ronan pointed out. "Not in our reality. We found a way to lock it out permanently."

"How?" Darian asked. "By sacrificing the Catalyst bloodline," the robed Celeste said.

"The Devourer lives on the power of creation. No Catalyst, no food source."

"You’re monsters," Elara said. "We’re survivors," the robed Marcus amended.

"And we’re here to give you the same choice we made." "What choice?" Kael asked.

"Kill the children now, before they become the very thing you’re trying to stop." "Never," Elara said strongly.

"Then you’ll doom every reality," the robed Evelyn said. "Because we know how this ends." "How?" baby Truth asked.

"With you nine becoming the new Devourer. More powerful than the original. More destructive."

"We’re not evil," baby Hope argued. "Evil is a choice," the robed Celeste said.

"And when you have unlimited power, you’ll choose to use it." "To help people," baby Love said.

"At first. But what happens when people fail you? When they make choices you don’t like? When they hurt each other despite your help?"

"We’ll find another way," baby Courage said. "There is no other way," the robed Marcus said.

"We’ve seen it happen. In reality after reality, the Catalyst children start with good goals. They always end the same way." "With everything dead," the robed Evelyn finished.

"You’re lying," Tobias said, but his voice was weak. "Are we?" the robed Evelyn asked.

"Search your thoughts. The real ones, not the false ones put by the Devourer."

Tobias closed his eyes. When he opened them, they were filled with terror.

"Oh gods," he whispered. "You’re right." "What did you remember?" Elara asked.

"The other timelines. The ones where the Catalyst children survived." He looked at the nine babies with new fear.

"They didn’t stop the Devourer. They replaced it." "With what?" Marcus asked.

"With something worse. Something that destroyed not just realities, but the very concept of life itself."

"Which is why," the robed Evelyn said, "we have to stop it here. Now."

"By killing children?" the real Evelyn asked.

"By saving everything else," the robed Marcus answered. "There has to be another way," Elara said desperately.

"There is," a new voice said. Everyone turned. Standing in the corner was someone they’d never seen before.

A woman who looked ancient but somehow unchanging. "Who are you?" Kael asked.

"I’m the one who really killed Elara’s parents," she said simply. "Why?" Elara asked, her voice breaking.

"Because they discovered the same secret these people did," the woman replied. "But they found a different solution." "What solution?" baby Wisdom asked.

"They found a way to give the Catalyst children a choice," the woman said.

"A real choice. Not between good and evil, but between life and non-existence." "What does that mean?" Darian asked.

"It means," the woman said, "that your children can choose to never have existed at all." fre\e(w)ebn ov.e l\. co.m

"That’s impossible," Tobias said. "Is it? They can change reality.

What’s to stop them from remaking it so they were never born?"

"But then we’d never have met," Elara said.

"True. But the multiverse would be safe. The Devourer would have no power source. And the Creator’s plan would finally work."

"What plan?" Ronan asked. "To restart everything. To start over.

To make a perfect multiverse where creation and destruction are truly balanced." "A universe without us," Kael said.

"A universe without the threat of ultimate destruction," the woman corrected. The nine kids looked at each other.

"How long do we have to decide?" baby Truth asked. "The Convergence is almost complete," the woman said.

"In one hour, all worlds will merge. After that, the choice will be made for you." "By who?" Elara asked. "By the real enemy," the woman said.

"The one who’s been manipulating everything from the beginning." "Who?" everyone asked at once.

The woman smiled sadly. "Me." And suddenly, she wasn’t a woman anymore. She was something else entirely. Something that had been trying to be human for far too long.

"Hello, children," she said in a voice like dying stars. "I’m your real grandmother."

"The Creator’s wife."