The blood lines thread looked eerie and ominous, as if something dangerous was about to awaken.
Something that was not meant to exist.
Something that might endanger mankind if not handled well.
Thunder and lightning rumbled incessantly outside the mansion, as if a storm were brewing, like it was signaling the birth of something ominous.
Inside the secret room, the floating coffin, wrapped in a web of mysterious threads, became transparent, as if the threads had a life of their own, sucking the essence of the coffin into nothingness.
While still binding Lynette to the coffin, as if trying to make her become one with it. As the coffin seemed to fade before one's eyes.
In the darkness, one couldn't pinpoint what entity resided inside the coffin, yet from the lone shining red light of the blood thread, one could discern that a human being lay within.
This was what Butler Thomas walked into when he entered the room.
“This… this…” he couldn’t help but stammer in shock.
“Master…”
“The prophecy… it was true.”
So, those witches were speaking the truth.
Could Miss Lynette be the…?
Holy cow!
This, this… hahaha…
This is good… good.
Finally, after lying in wait for 1,000 years, our patience has paid off.
Looking at Lynette, wrapped together with his master in the mysterious thread, Butler Thomas wondered if he should feel pity for her or not.
Pity for Lynette, whose blood had awakened a bloody tyrant and a beast.
He knew the kind of monster his Lord was.
Even in the darkened room, he could still see what was happening before him, since he was a night creature.
The red thread and the coffin began fading into nothingness, revealing the two people floating in the air while still embraced together.
What could be heard in the darkness was the humming and cracking of bones, as though a body was remolding.
The sound was eerily creepy and nerve-wracking, but not for someone like Butler Thomas — to him, the sound was like music to his ears.
He was over the moon. Who would have thought that the answer to the prophecy lay with Miss Lynette?
So, all these years, it wasn’t that the prophecy was fake, but that the destined one hadn’t arrived yet.
Butler Thomas stood there in trepidation and anticipation.
****
At the same time, in Jammy Granny's living room,
Mr. David Carter suddenly felt an inexplicable restlessness.
He had been feeling uneasy since he found out that his eldest daughter, Lynette, had been sent on an errand by her grandma.
He couldn't pinpoint what was happening.
Mr. Carter thought the errand was just around the vicinity, not knowing that destiny had another story in store for his daughter.
And what he had been running away from, trying to stall, had been brought forward by fate.
It was only when Mr. David Carter asked his mother-in-law, Jammy Granny, after not seeing Lynette for hours, that he realized something was wrong.
Stepping outside the living room, Mr. Carter stood in the courtyard, gazing at the distant mountains.
His thoughts were frantic and messy as his hands clenched into fists, trying to restrain himself.
No, he wouldn’t let his daughter go through this ill-fated calamity again!
History couldn’t keep repeating itself over and over in each life!
It was because of this that he left that place…
With cold resolve, he took out his phone and dialed the line he never thought he would.
The number he had been running from — refusing to call or pick up whenever this person called…
Ring. Ring.
After two rings, the person on the other end picked up.
“Wow! Brother, what wind blew you to my side today? Wait… this isn’t like you. Did someone steal your phone? Because the you I know promised never to call this line,” the speaker teased jokingly.
“Cut the crap,” Mr. Carter said, his voice cold and authoritative, nothing like his usual friendly, jovial tone.
“Fine. I forgot you can’t take jokes. What happened that made you call?” the speaker asked, his voice turning serious.
“The prophecy…”
“I told you, you can’t stop it, brother. What destiny has designed, no one can stop. It can only be delayed, not forever.”
“This is the calamity she has to face. Whether she survives this one is her battle to fight.”
“To hell with that. I won’t let my daughter face it,” Mr. Carter snapped. “You know I abandoned everything there just so she could overcome this damned prophecy.”
“But brother, you know yourself… there’s nothing that can be done.”
“Can their meeting be avoided today? They shouldn’t meet — not now.”
“It’s already too late, brother. They’ve already been tied together. There’s nothing we can do.”
“Fuck.”
“Can they be separated?”
“Brother, you know the kind of entity that fellow is. Do you think he would let go once he realizes she’s his mate? Impossible.”
“You don’t get it. What do you think a father would do if he realized that the entity tied to his daughter brings nothing but doom, huh?” Mr. Carter’s voice cracked with sorrow.
“Hmmm…” the speaker on the other end sighed sadly.
“I understand, brother. But you should know that’s the only way she can reconnect with her powers.”
“That fellow is her destiny — a curse and also a blessing.”
“Maybe this life will be different from the rest. Don’t be so pessimistic, brother… or all our hard work will be in vain.”