Midnight shifted her gaze toward Alijah, snickering, "You see, Fenrir loves to break the rules for his selfish desires. No one was supposed to open the soul cairn after the war, while they hoped the mortals would destroy all the gods by turning them into artifacts."
"Though Fenrir couldn't live with that, knowing the love of his life was stuck within that realm. He opened the soul cairn to drag his brother's soul out on the day you were born, Alijah. All so he could try and live a life with you again in the mortal realm." She continued, turning her neon blue eyes onto me. "That's where your destructive power comes from. It's why no Lycan will ever best you, lover boy. Well, that was true until Rem was born."
Eh? What are you…
"Fenrir tried to place his soul into Rem. Of course, the curse fractured it sadly, but Rem and Fenrir are essentially the same. Hm... seems he got the ending he desired after all." Midna clarified.
It was almost as if she were spouting nonsense, but there were no hints of deceit. However, it was not the complete truth, either. I would've asked her what she meant if I had been sharper, but my brain felt like it was melting. I could barely process what she was saying anymore.
She wasn't slowing down, either.
"Fenris, Caden, and Aiden all have Fenrir's full blessing, too. However, that was only to stop Alijah from destroying the world he cherishes. That's where I stepped in and did a better job at it than he did." She cackled, flapping her wings.
"You see, Rem, you're the spitting image of the god of war. Fenrir was also the one who created the Lycans, who were the spitting image of his brother. The gods have a weird way of loving others, or maybe Fenrir wanted to clean his mess. I really can't tell, or can I?" She added.
Instead of lifting clouds, it was more like she stacked them up on top of us.
Luckily, my eldest brother seemed to have been able to speak.
"But Fenrir is the god of the moon, not of war." Aiden intercepted.
Midna broke out in laughter.
"Silly boy, the goddess of the moon is Selene. You can say she's their mother. Fenrir was the god of war, so you Lycans love to fight and protect what is yours to the death. It's what drives your authority and desire to conquer, or at least it used to." She scoffed, gazing around.
"Right now, you all seem tame for my liking, especially Rem, who's supposed to be the reincarnation of him. Then again, rebirth changes people, or is it only towards Alijah that you are so timid for?" Midnight snickered, trying to antagonize me.
Dad stepped in to drive the conversation. "So, we were supposed to stop Alijah?"
Midnight shrugged again. "Yeah, I guess. I can't know exactly what Fenrir's plan was, but it was surely to stop Alijah without killing him. You see, Fenrir loved his brother to the point of obsession. One might say even to the point of beyond a sibling ship. Then again, things like that are meaningless for gods."
What are you…
"Unlike mortals, we can procreate even with the same gender. I guess that's why he made Rem a female, though. Even so, I wonder if Alijah would have cared if Rem were a man. I know I wouldn't." Midna finished, scowling at my wolf.
I felt like all the information overload was leaving me behind.
Alijah and I are demigods? How is that…
I still couldn't wrap my mind around anything anymore. It was unthinkable, yet Alijah's power wasn't of this world. Even while bonded to me, he fought a shadow beast like it was nothing. Well, until he hit the limit of his body.
Then again, that time was restricted too, as Vera had mentioned previously. He had fought Midnight like it was nothing for him, even though she went easy on them.
Then... I... surely. This bird has to be wrong. I'm me and no one else.
"You're telling me I'm a god reincarnated, too?" Alijah scuffed, rolling his eyes.
"A god that was supposed to serve under the book of life, thanks to Fenrir's stupidity. That was until... Rem took you away and smite you to her will. Now you'll serve against it. So, I guess he did clean up his previous mess with my help." She shrugged, shaking her head. "Idiotic fool. I guess it's why she resembles him so much."
Alijah chuckled, turning his gaze back on me. "I see."
I'm made for him by his brother... Or... I'm his brother? What is just…
"So, what happened with the book, though?" Vera got back to the topic.
Midnight snickered in response to her question. "When it comes to the book, I can see very little since it isn't on par with gods' at my level, but after many of us were banished into the hole, we were thrown in. The faction against the book sealed it away somewhere within Astea."
Instead of following her words, I struggled to keep the desire from spilling my stomach contents on the floor. Nothing was clicking in anymore, yet I sat there hoping something would make sense.
"Ultimately, it must've gotten into that witch's hands. The god's soul must still be inactive, or something must inhibit it. After all, you mortals are still alive. Even though it has been in that witch's hands for probably over six thousand years." Midnight sighed, shaking her head.
I gazed down at the floor. This was too much.
Is the room spinning?
"Why help us?" Vera continued, trying to pry information from the goddess.
I felt a pulse of pain radiate from my body that instant, though. It snapped me out of my self-pity, causing my vision to blur.
"Seems my time is up." She breathed, her body beginning to fade away.
Little orbs of darkness left her body as I slumped over, only for Alijah to catch me.
"Rem!" he called out.
My brothers stood up from where they were to rush towards me, too.
"Remember, by the next blood moon. When you get the boon from Fenrir's power… at that moment, either you will be a part of me or I of you. Your body is essential for what's coming." Midnight bid farewell, vanishing.
She left me gasping for air as Alijah held me close to his chest.
Why is all of this happening now? Why can't we have a simple life without the gods dictating how we live?
I was created for Alijah, yet Midnight twisted my life to fit her. All while helping me connect with my wolf, not to ruin Fenrir's plan.
Is that what is happening? Why didn't she pick Vera? Am I really part of a god? Why... is this...
The book of life had tried to end me more than once, or at least we believed. No matter the reasons, I didn't want any of this.
I don't want to be anyone's savior.
No, that would only apply to Alijah.
Ah… are these feelings even mine, or are they there because of the gods, too? Is anything my will? No... these feelings for you are real. I would give the world for you, but... are they my own?
Everyone gathered around me, worried, while I tried to get a grip on myself.
Is this what she was after? My fear? Regrets? Confusion?
No matter what I understood, my destiny was clear. If Alijah and my family were to live, I would have to accept my current state, no matter what it was. I would have to become this thing Midnight wanted me to be.
When I calmed down, Dad took the opportunity to inform everyone that the next blood moon would be in six months. A timer was set to see whether I would win this battle against myself or succumb to Midnight's will.
Will anything ever go my way?