Chapter 11: Finally Back Home

  Hey guys, this is your narrator here. I know you might think we got sidetracked, but knowing the history of the place the Devil Quake calls his home is important. Now that we’re done with that, let’s continue with our story.

  During our time in the White Space, we received some unexpected guests. Two boys—practically identical—appeared before us. It was surprising, since only a handful of people can enter the same Psychic Plane already occupied by others.

  These young ones were hyperactive and possessed insane speed and reaction time. Catching them was almost impossible. But their antics became entertaining for the other kids, since none could match their speed or wits.

  Eventually, we managed to grab them, and that’s when we learned who they were: Ashdon and Charlie’s kids.

  Ashdon—my younger brother—

  and Charlie—my best friend and Ash’s wife.

  Once they arrived, the atmosphere became even livelier. A short conversation with the boys revealed that they had only recently awakened or discovered their powers. That made my hypothesis feel even more solid: both parents need to have powers for their children to inherit them.

  Since my test subjects are limited, I’m sticking with this hypothesis for now.

  The inner scientist in me desperately wanted to put those kids on a table and dissect them, but even a villain like me has a heart. And that heart still refuses to harm a child in any way. With the kind of… “unique” childhood I had, the last thing I’d ever do is repeat that cycle. So instead of experimenting, I simply observed them and guided them—just like I did with their parents.

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  The boys were way too hyperactive—probably due to their newfound powers, along with discovering cousins they never knew existed—so training became necessary.

  Why was I so determined to train them?

  Two reasons:

  1. I don’t want them losing control and hurting the people they care about.

  2. I don’t want the government getting their hands on them, because that would be far worse.

  And since we adults wouldn’t be able to protect them for the time being, it was best that they grew capable on their own. So, I had a fun idea: let my own kids teach their younger siblings how to control themselves.

  Watching them struggle to teach things they themselves learned instantly the moment I explained them… absolutely priceless.

  Hey, don’t get me wrong—or go ahead, get me wrong if you want—but once you’ve lived as long as I have, you start finding joy wherever possible, even in the most sadistic ways.

  As days passed, both training and teaching refined naturally as they began understanding each other. Just like that, another two years flew by. Then another batch of kids arrived—this time, Red’s children. They were welcomed warmly, and the other kids became even happier. These newcomers were twin girls, just like their mother.

  They were talented in medicine, not so much in combat, but they adapted quickly enough.

  The last kids to arrive came soon after. They weren’t biologically related to us—they had been adopted by my daughter Elesis, just as I had adopted her. Because of an accident, they ended up receiving a blood transfusion from their parents and thus… they were led to us. Technically making them my grandchildren.

  I’m known for being emotionally detached, but even I felt something stir inside me at that moment.

  The time we all spent together was fun, but as time passed, the children became impatient. They were getting stronger and wanted real-world experiences. They wanted to be part of the world their parents came from… and so everything unfolded the way it did.

  “So you’re telling me all of this was planned by kids?!” Aleina asked.

  “Well… there were a few coincidences that helped them, but yes. They planned it so they’d be exposed and get to do what they believed they were learning from me,” D sighed.

  Soon after that, the plane landed in New Delhi, India. Our destination was Goa, the only place in the world with a doorway to our home.

  And just like that, we reached our destination and waited for the children to gather so we could enter the city.

  Our hometown—our sanctuary—goes by the name Devhara.

  Ancient. Living. Powerful

  .

  And strange as it may be… it is still our home.

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