<h4>Chapter 563: Cease of your existence!?</h4>


    Gabriel hummed, nodding slowly as he took in the information given by the Moon Goddess herself.


    "I always missed your presence in my past life," he began, blinking rapidly. "But what about my current life? The mother who gave birth to me neglected me and deprived me of love. Why didn’t you step up and tell her that nothing would happen to me? Did you enjoy it from afar, the anguish I have been living in?"


    Cynthia, the Moon Goddess, shook her head gently. "That’s not true, Gabriel. I wasn’t here on earth at that time. I have been imprisoned in the other realm," she stated, looking up toward the sky as she referred to the distant celestial ne. "When you turned eighteen in this life, my punishment officially was over. I never knew you were born again with this face and same voice. As the Moon Goddess, I have certain duties to fulfill, and my focus wasn’t entirely on the mortal ne."


    "You’re contradicting yourself," Gabriel remarked, his frown deepening. "You weren’t supposed to meddle with my life or alter my fate, yet you are helping me this time."


    "You don’t need to know that," Cynthia dismissed. "Just find the weapon in the grave of your father from the past life. Keep it safe until the day you see Ophelia."


    "Why are mothers like this?" Gabriel clenched his fists, the anger and anguish making his violet eyes suddenly sh into a much deeper shade. "Why? Why do I have to stay in the dark every time I demand an answer from..." He paused, taking a breath and lowering his gaze, regaining a semnce of control.


    Cynthia swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat. "Gabriel, I will no longer exist after this." She revealed the devastating truth to him.


    "What do you mean?" Gabriel demanded, urging her to exin.


    "I will cease to exist," she rified softly. "I know Mabel hid a lot from you. But as a mother, all you ever truly think about is protecting your child. She did the same as a mother. I was going to do the same, to simply give you the instruction and disappear. However, I feel you would have been far more upset if I hadn’t told you this," Cynthia exined, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.


    And then he saw it.


    Cynthia’s eyes momentarily glowed a brilliant, ethereal violet, the exact same color as the rare shade his own eyes possessed.


    "So, in this lifetime your punishment to help me is the cease of your existence!?" Gabriel asked, the unfairness of the exchange hitting him hard.


    Cynthia smiled gently and shook her head. "It doesn’t matter, Gabriel. Someone else will rece me to look over the werewolves. The bnce must be maintained." Her eyes remained that intense, glowing violet, making Gabriel realize she must have intentionally suppressed that color to hide her true nature from the people around her.


    "I got these eyes from you," Gabriel said, a faint, bitter chuckle escaping him. "Why did the lords in the heavens give you another chance to be the Moon Goddess? Why do I think you demanded it?"


    Cynthia didn’t give him any answer immediately.


    "Yes, I have to hide the nature of my eyes," Cynthia confirmed. "You must be wondering why Aurevalis is described as ruins when people live here," she began, smoothly diverting the conversation away from his painful questions.


    "Mother, I am not interested in the settlement here," Gabriel interrupted her, his frustration boiling over.


    "You called me Mother?" Cynthia asked, a sh of pure emotion crossing her face.


    "Because you are... I mean, you were my mother," he admitted, his eyes instantly brimming with tears. "I suffered hell in the past life. I don’t want to undergo any such pain in this life. If the Heavens is going to be this terrible to me and the people around me, then I’ll fight with them too! I will not dig the grave of my father. I will not take that weapon. Instead, I will find a way to end Ophelia! Shouldn’t evil die and good win? Why the fuck do the lords in the heavens want the opposite to happen?" Gabriel’s anger rose again, sounding despair and defiant.


    "Don’t curse out," Cynthia said, standing up too.


    "I will. I will curse out those who wanted my bad," Gabriel stated. "You will not disappear. I promise you."


    "Gabriel, listen to me once. I am not a part of your life. I never was. Not in the past, not in your present," Cynthia asserted, walking close to him. With trembling hands, she finally held his hands and felt the warmth they carried for the first time.


    "Indeed, you never were. But now, after knowing the truth, I have realized that I don’t want any more people to vanish because of me. I’m not the sin youmitted. I don’t consider myself a sin," Gabriel asserted, his grief giving way to a fierce resolution.


    Cynthia nodded as she silently agreed with his reasoning.


    "The Moon Goddess is supposed to save the werewolves and bless them," Gabriel stated, looking her directly in the eye. "Why don’t you bless me and Amelie? That will be enough for me to kill Ophelia. What if you weren’t released? Then, I would have had to find out a way to end Ophelia myself. You shouldn’t worry for me anymore. You already did your part," he affirmed, his tone softening with a desperate desire to protect her.


    Cynthia observed the zing resolve in Gabriel’s eyes, the fierce protective instinct and the desire to seek justice for the suffering Ophelia had caused. She didn’t find any need to go against what Gabriel wanted.


    "Very well. I bless you, Gabriel. My fullest blessings are with you. Now, fulfill your destiny. You have been a good child, and I am sorry for never being able to give you the love you wanted, the love you deserved. But I can tell you truthfully, your mother in this current life is a wonderful woman."