Chapter 70 Betrayal At The Highest Level

"Nope. You don't get to walk away from your job, you work till we are done, and then you get paid. Then you can go. I get that I am asking a lot, but you didn't seem to hear me the first two times I told you to set an example. So I am no longer asking you, so smarten up," I growled, and Breya stopped.

Breya stopped, looked at me, and sighed, but she looked lost.

"Alright, supper is almost ready. Eliza, can you take the girls to go wash up?" I asked. "I will meet you in the backyard after I am done here."

Eliza nodded without saying anything and collected the girls. I noticed that Claire had a worried look on her face as she passed by, looking at Breya.

Once everyone was gone, I turned to Breya, who now looked embarrassed.

"I am really sorry, Galio. I know what I did was wrong," Breya said, and I nodded.

"I know you are, and you aren't going to do something like that again, right?" I asked, and she nodded.

"Good. Let's not make a huge deal about this. I had to snap at you, or you would have continued to think you could toy with me and my words. That isn't the case, so let's move past it. What I want to know is why you two races hate each other so much?" I asked, and Breya sighed.

"Undead invaded two hundred years ago and took Angels. That is why there is the race called the Cursed Blood Angels. They were once just Angels, but the Vampires put them under their control. Claire pleaded with the council for them to do something, but they ignored her. We were never really that friendly, but that was the tipping point for us," Breya explained, and I nodded, but it felt like there was more to this story.

"I can see why you might not like them, but there is more to this story, isn't there? While something like that is horrible, I am sure that they didn't do this for fun. You also must be a lot closer to this than you apply. Did someone you know get taken? I assume you were around at that time?" I asked, and Breya nodded.

"Yes, I was. A friend I had known for countless years was taken, and now she doesn't know who I am. Seraphina is her daughter, and it makes me sick to know that she did that with one of them! Yes, we did attack first four hundred years ago, but that was because of a spat between the Origin and the Holy Beholder, not Claire. They were in a relationship, but the Holy Beholder betrayed everyone," Breya explained, and I stayed quiet.

There was a lot to take in here, and I needed to dissect some parts.

Breya's dislike of the Undead was valid, but did she know I could remove the curse? Hell, I could purge the Vampire right from her because anyone not naturally born was only infected with the Vampirism Virus.

"I want to know about the rest of the story, but first. Seraphina is no longer cursed, and if she is not a natural-born Vampire, I can cure her and your friend of Vampirism. I have knowledge for that, but what I don't get is what happened with this other Holy Beholder?" I asked, and Breya stepped back from me.

"You aren't lying?! How is that possible?!" Breya exclaimed.

"I would like to say magic, but it is merely a tool to help with the science of it all. If it is a virus or type of cell, we just have to target it with a specific frequency. Figuring that out is less easy, but if I have a lab set up, I can collect samples from Seraphina. She might not be able to be cured, though, because this only applies to victims bitten. There is a chance that it will still work, but because she was born a Cursed Blood Angel, I doubt it," I explained, and Breya started to cry.

"How can you just have an answer to everything?! It's like you can do anything that you want, but you only give what is in front of you!" Breya asked with tears rolling down her face.

"What do you want from me?! I have no memories; I barely remember my own name. I don't know what I can do until someone asks me to do it! Do you know how frustrating it is to know that you have all the answers crammed in your head, just not the questions?! I am trying to help where I can, but I am not some fucking hero or a babysitter. This is all in my best interests. You will all play nice while I visit each of the islands, so I can enjoy myself. I am going to make sure I can keep myself and my close friends safe. Period," I growled.

"Sorry, It's easy to forget that you can't remember anything," Breya said, wiping her face. "I didn't mean to offend you; it's just frustrating. If someone like you could have been here before, things could have been different," Breya said, coming closer to me.

"That is neither here nor there. Time to move on from past problems and focus on making life better for everyone! Now, what about this Holy Beholder?" I asked with a smile, shaking off my mood that was trying to storm again.

"That is simple. Tessera, the Holy Beholder at the time, killed Vilia, The Origin, and drank her blood. Tessera became The Origin, and she commanded a legion of Undead to attack us," Breya said spitefully, and I blinked.

"Wait, what?! Your Goddess killed another one and then attacked you? Her people?!" I asked in utter confusion.

"Yes, but we slaughtered them, chased them home, and decimated the island. Angel can create Radiant Light, and most of the Vampires we killed just in the presence of us. The other Undead suffered as well, but we had been betrayed at the highest level. Claire was appointed Holy Beholder after we came back from the slaughter," Breya explained, and I shook my head.

Now, this was messed up.