Chapter 114: The Saints’ Realm III
"So that’s why the Fae King forbids his people from marrying humans? Why did he cast out the descendants of his first wife?" Coran murmured, finally seeing the full shape of the truth. The King’s rigidity, and his merciless rules—even toward Agara—suddenly made sense.
And yet... Agara was still different. He kept this son very close to him, not holding him dear but secured.
Why?
Kai nodded, his gaze drifting to Agara, who stood silent and stern, arms crossed like a sentinel.
"Anything you want to add?"
Agara tilted his head. "Hmm. They don’t know shifters are descendants of Lillieth. You killed her too early."
Kai chuckled under his breath. "Is that part really necessary?"
"Yes," Agara snapped, pouting with a hint of mockery. Then he turned to Ren, his expression sharpening. "We’ve never tested shifter blood on those vampires. Not once. So far, we know he could choose his Lords from every species, except shifters."
Ren’s thoughts stilled, then spiraled. Her eyes widened. He was right. Luther didn’t have a single shifter, Lord, or anything. Not one. Why?
Could he not turn them? Not even the serpent clan, who were practically kin to him?
The Fallens had tried every vile method to spawn new creatures. Twisted, unnatural things. But each attempt ended in disaster. They’d paid the price. Eventually, they forbade others from repeating those failures. It made sense now, ugly, brutal sense.