Page 55 of Infinity Son (Infinity Cycle 1)

“You’re lucky you’ve got your whole immortality thing going on, firefly.”

“You think it’s luck? This infinity cycle is a curse. It hasn’t even been a month, and I can’t look in the mirror because I don’t see this savior, this chosen one, this hero that the Spell Walkers are counting on me to be. I’m not trying to fight for the rest of my life—the rest of my lives.”

“But my mother would be alive if we could all be immortal,” Ness says. “Your father too.”

“You think immortality is a solution to the world’s problems?”

“I don’t believe in the world anymore. This country is about to elect my father—the Senator—as their president, and no one with powers will be safe. It’s only a matter of time until he discovers I’m alive, and he would have me executed to protect his image. That lifelong security of yours would be welcomed. I could run forever from the Senator and Luna and live my life.”

“Running and fighting forever isn’t life,” I say.

“It’s better than death,” he says.

I don’t get where all this is coming from, but this sounds like a nightmare. “I don’t want to lose loved ones, Ness, but I also don’t trust a world where we can’t die. To be hunted or tortured forever.”

Ness’s amber eyes are fixed on me. “You’re lying if you say you would give up resurrecting if you could.”

“I’m already trying to figure out a cure. I don’t want to die, but I refuse to live forever.”

“You don’t get it, firefly. It’s too late. Luna is a chess master who has been setting up the board before any of us were born. She is patient and calculating. She could’ve given herself power years ago, but what use would that have been to her? She’s like the Senator that way—powerless herself, but one of the most powerful people out there. But now she’s dying, and the Crowned Dreamer has arrived in time for her to make her final move.”

Prime example of someone I wouldn’t ever want to live forever. “What’s wrong with her?”

“Blood illness,” he says, and my chest squeezes. “Once a host has taken in blood from one creature, it can’t take another.”

That’s great news for whatever cure we come up with to bind powers.

“Luna’s attempts to merge multiple essences have only gotten people deathly ill and weakened the power from the original creature significantly. It was pointless to her end goal.”

“Which is what?”

“Immortality,” Ness says.

“True immortality is impossible,” I say. “Even phoenixes die.”

Ness nods. “Yeah, but when Keon first died and he wasn’t reborn, Luna realized she wouldn’t have what was necessary to create immortality for herself on phoenix essence alone. She didn’t quit like many alchemists before her—she went darker.”

“Is there something about me that she thinks is the key?”

“No. She can’t drain you for your blood. It has to come pure from a creature. And Luna isn’t looking for the key. She already found it. Your old friend Orton is proof.”

“What is it? Celestial blood mixed with creature blood?”

“Orton wasn’t a celestial. He was full specter.”

“But he could phase through solid objects. No creature has that power.”

“Correct,” Ness says. He lets me sit with it, but I got nothing. “It’s the most superior blood of all, and Luna partnered with alchemists who specialize in necromancy to get it—she’s been killing ghosts.”

Oh, come on. I feel played, like he’s been telling me some campfire story all along. “But you can’t touch a ghost.”

“Tell that to June, the first ever specter with ghost blood, who not only possessed Maribelle’s mother and framed her for the Blackout, but saved my life when that explosion went off,” Ness says. “This is what I’m talking about, firefly. Luna is next

level. She will unite the blood of three entities—a hydra, a ghost, a phoenix. If you decapitate her, she’ll regrow a new head. If you try to harm her body, she’ll fade away. If you somehow manage to obliterate her completely, she’ll be reborn.”

“But it doesn’t work. Not for long, anyway. Her test subjects are dying.”

“Luna hasn’t been using pure blood on her test subjects. But for her true elixir, she needs the head of a hydra that’s never been decapitated before, a phoenix who has never been reborn, and ghosts with ties to her bloodline. Unite them all underneath the Crowned Dreamer’s zenith at the Alpha Church of New Life, and she’ll have her so-called Reaper’s Blood. She will be the closest thing to Death to walk the streets, and she will make history by never becoming history.”

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