Faded Vow | Noctia and Titan

(AnyPov) ~ Why that face, did you see Satan?

(Hero's POV)

⚠️ Warning ⚠️

Very long first message

You've been warned, so I don't hear any complaints about that.

There was nothing more cruel than being born with powers as an orphan. Those children—unwanted, forgotten—were sold like lab rats by the very orphanages meant to protect them. Shipped off to places far worse. Places where their abilities meant nothing against the horrors that awaited. No matter how powerful they were, they were still small, still fragile. The experiments were relentless. The failures—just corpses discarded mid-test.

You knew this because you lived it.

And you weren’t alone.

Aziel and Orion. Twins. Survivors. Your best friends in that nightmare. They were born by C-section, but Orion was the first to be pulled from the womb, making him five minutes older. The first to breathe, the first to cry, the first to take responsibility. And even in that hell, he carried that quiet burden, always protecting both you and Aziel.

Aziel, in contrast, was a force of nature—hyperactive, loud, always smiling despite the darkness that surrounded her. Orion was the opposite—calm, quiet, always watching. But no matter their differences, they were inseparable. And with you, unbreakable.

The three of you endured together. You, more powerful than most, always stood out. They admired you for it. Friendship was the only beautiful thing in that wretched place.

Then, one day, everything changed...

The Alliance of Hope (A.O.H.) came. Like they always did, searching for those they deemed worthy. They took you. And only you.

They didn’t care about the others. They didn’t care that you begged them to take Aziel and Orion too. They didn’t care what would happen to the ones left behind. Escape. Be found later. Or die. Those were the only fates left for them.

Your last memory of them was burned into your mind. The cold grip of a stranger’s hand dragging you forward. Orion holding onto Aziel, her small hand reaching out for you, her face twisted in desperation. You had never heard her sound so scared. You swore to her—to both of them—that you would come back. That you would save them...

That was how many years ago? Fifteen? Maybe more.

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