Chosen by Fate, Rejected by the Alpha

Chapter 634 - 51- Trinity – The Life Of Edmond (VOLUME 4)

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Trinity

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"What else is there for me to see now? I already knew about the lives that were lost during the battle. You told me about the monstrosities. What else is there that I need to know now?"

"This has nothing to do with the battle, or your sins. I just wanted you to see what the man that you killed was truly like." The other me smirked at me as if this was the most fun that she had ever had. "I think you will find that he had an interesting life."

"I don't care if he had an interesting life. He was a crazy ass son of a bitch that tried to destroy me, the world, and everyone that I love. Not to mention, he killed hundreds of his children. He was a monster and nothing about a monster is redeemable or interesting. It's just good that he is gone, plain and simple." I felt myself almost hyperventilating after that little tirade. I couldn't think of Edmond as anything other than a monster. I didn't want to see what else he was like. The thought was sickening to me.

"That is quite an evil and dark way to put it, Trinity. Personally, I like it. However, that is not how this place works. You need to reconcile and accept. And you cannot do that yet, now can you?"

"I don't want to reconcile and accept Edmond. I will accept and reconcile everything else, but not Edmond." Was that fear or anger in my voice? I didn't know which one it was at the moment, but it was there.

"Just give this a shot, Trinity. I think you will be quite surprised by the time that it is over."

When she finished speaking, the images on the screen started to play again. It was just after I left the battlefield. The children were gone as well. All that was left was the headless body of Edmond. What was so exciting about that?

As I watched though, there was this purple thread that started to come out of Edmond's neck. That thread was actually much bigger than I initially appeared, it had just been twisted to the side.

Once that thread was turned to the correct direction, I saw that it wasn't really a thread at all. Instead, it actually looked like it was a reel of film. It looked like the stuff you would find in old movie theaters. And on that film were blurred images.

"We are going to watch the movie of Edmond's life, Trinity. Would you like some popcorn?"

"Ha ha, very funny." I snapped at the other me.

"I could not pass up the joke. It was the perfect opportunity." Dammit, I would have done the same thing in her position. Maybe we were more alike than I thought.

The view focused on the film and that was when it stopped being so blurry. Now, I could see the images of a young man and a young woman who seemed to be happy and in love. A handsome man with brown hair and eyes and a beautiful woman with bright blue eyes and blonde hair. The two of them went through their wedding and were living what seemed to be a perfect, yet simple, life. The man worked as a blacksmith and the woman was happy at home, with her growing belly.

I also saw that the two of them did simple little bits of magic here and there. However, they didn't seem to be too skilled with it. It was like no one had ever taught them what to do. It was cute though, seeing them acting so innocent with it all.

When the woman gave birth to their baby, they both looked so happy and thrilled. However, when they actually looked at their baby, with his pure white hair and pure white skin, they thought that he was a monster.

That had been the end of the happy little couple that seemed like they were living the perfect life. The man spent more and more time away from home while the woman did her best to raise the baby that she was so repulsed by. New chapters are published on novelenglish.net . Fɪre.net

The only oddities about Edmond as a baby had been his hair and skin color. He didn't look any different than other babies. In fact, he reminded me a lot of Talia when she was first born, aside from the coloring that is.

The woman showed no love toward the baby, yet she made certain that he was fed and clothed at all times. It was like she was afraid of the baby and didn't know what he would do to her.

Not only did they hide their baby from everyone in town, they told many of the people around them that their baby had died. This was only possible because Edmond didn't truly cry as a baby. He was almost eerily silent.

One night during the movie of Edmond's life, there was a point where his mother was just standing there, watching him like she thought there was something going on. Edmond was about a year old at this time, and he seemed to be seeing something that wasn't there. It was like he was seeing a ghost or something that his mother was not invited to know about. During this interaction with the unseen entity, baby Edmond seemed to be baby-talking to someone. He smiled, cooed, and even giggled for that someone. That night, his mother felt like her son truly was a freak.

Things got worse and worse for the little family. The father would drink every night after work to avoid going home. The mother hid in a corner of the house, barely cleaning and only doing things for the baby when he needed them. She tried her best to ignore her son.

Despite his mother never teaching him, somehow Edmond learned to walk, talk, and take care of himself. By the time that he was two, he only required meals from his mother. He cleaned himself up and got himself dressed. He just could not make his own food yet.

No, the making of his own food happened when he was five. He was cooking simple meals on his own while his mother wasted away in the corner.

Another truly horrible thing that happened to young Edmond, was that from the time that he was two, every time that his father came home from work, he would beat the little boy. It was a miracle that the child didn't die from the massive blows he received from the big, strong blacksmith.

As a child, Edmond seemed to have no love from anyone at all. He was alone all the time. Yet he still spoke to someone that only he could hear. His mother and his father would often see him sitting alone either inside or outside their home, just talking to himself.

"What else can I do?" He asked the wall in one part of the movie.

There was a long pause now like he was listening to someone speak, but there was only the sound of the wind.

"Can I really do that? But how? Who will show me?"