My Anti-hero Fairy System-Chapter 90. Volcanic Mountains

Cara crossed her arms, her tone skeptical. "You know that would be practically impossible, right?" she said, her eyes narrowing as she studied Celine.

Celine sighed, her shoulders slumping slightly under the weight of the situation. "I know, but we have no choice. We have to get him to do the ritual."

Farrah stepped forward, her voice rising with frustration. "Grandma, how would we even do that? My father is in anger mode right now since Reverend Franklin Newton was killed. How would we convince him to do the ritual when he believes strongly that supernaturals are the ones who killed the Reverend?"

Celine’s eyes widened in surprise. "The Reverend is dead?"

"Yes, Grandma," Farrah replied, her tone somber. "He and his wife were attacked and killed two nights ago."

Celine’s face softened for a moment, though her sympathy seemed fleeting. "Oh, I am so sorry about that," she said, though her words carried a hint of detachment.

Cara chuckled dryly, her lips curling into a knowing smirk. "I don’t even need to read your tone to know you’re not really sorry."

Celine dropped her pretense, her expression hardening. "Well, you don’t expect me to feel an ounce of sympathy for that horrible man, who tore my family apart. His wife, I might feel pity for, but not him. Anyways, that isn’t important right now. What’s important is how to get my son to do the ritual."

Cara leaned against the edge of the table, her arms still crossed. "How bad could it be if he refuses to do the ritual? Hear me out—he hasn’t used his powers before, and he’s not young anymore. Like, how much damage can he possibly do?"

Celine’s eyes flashed with intensity as she stepped closer to Cara. "Let me paint you a picture. Have you heard about dormant volcanic mountains?"

Cara shrugged, her indifference evident. "Not really."

Celine’s voice grew sharper, her words painting a vivid and terrifying image. "Well, dormant volcanic mountains, if for whatever reason become active and erupt, they erupt with full force. Anything and everything around them is in danger. My son is just like that. If he doesn’t do the ritual, the power within him will burst out, splashing everyone in his sight. You know what happens after he does the damage? Humans would use that opportunity to round up all supernaturals, witches, werewolves, shapeshifters, and even vampires. All of us would be rounded up and put in concentration camps, where we would be treated worse than animals. Most of us would rebel and fight back, and the whole world would be thrown into unending chaos as a result. Do you get the picture now?"

Cara’s smirk faded, replaced by a look of grim understanding. "Yes, I get it. But how do we make someone so hateful of his own kind do this?"

Celine sighed again, her frustration evident. "I really don’t know. I went to his office yesterday, and he didn’t want to talk to me. He was mopey and sad. I didn’t know why until you all informed me that his horrible Reverend was killed. He must have thought that there to gloat."

Farrah’s eyes lit up with a sudden idea. "Grandma, what if we trick him into doing it?"

Before Celine could respond, Cara interrupted, her tone blunt and pragmatic. "Can you do the ritual without his consent? Like, he’s unconscious or something?"

Celine stared at Cara, her expression a mix of shock and disbelief. "Are you serious?"

Cara met her gaze without flinching, her expression indifferent. "Yes, I am serious. Can it be done?"

Realizing that Cara wasn’t joking, Celine hesitated, her mind racing. "That hasn’t been done before," she said slowly, her voice cautious.

Cara shrugged, her tone matter-of-fact. "Well, there’s a first time for everything."

Celine and Farrah exchanged a look, their faces a mixture of uncertainty and reluctant consideration. Finally, Celine nodded, her voice firm. "I will read more on this to know if it can be done and get back to you."

Cara pushed herself off the table, her movements brisk and purposeful. "Okay, Celine. We need to get going. And please, get back to me as soon as you can," she said, already walking toward the door.

Farrah lingered for a moment, giving her grandmother a quick but heartfelt hug. "We’ll figure this out, Grandma," she whispered before following Cara out the door.

As the two women stepped outside, they were met with the rhythmic sound of an axe splitting wood with precision and ease.

Marco stood a few feet away, his muscular frame glistening under the warm afternoon sun. Each swing of the axe seemed effortless, the blade cutting through the logs as if they were butter. His broad shoulders, defined pecs, and chiseled abs were slick with sweat, the sunlight catching every droplet and making his skin gleam.

The sight was almost hypnotic, and Farrah found herself unable to look away. Her body shivered involuntarily, a mix of awe and something deeper stirring within her. Cara, ever observant, noticed Farrah’s reaction immediately. She understood all too well how difficult it would be for a virgin like Farrah to resist the allure of a man like Marco. For crying out loud she was throwing herself at Travis not too long ago.

Marco paused mid-swing, sensing their presence. He turned around, his eyes landing on the two women. Setting the axe down, he grabbed a nearby towel and wiped the sweat from his face and torso, his movements deliberate and unhurried.

As he approached them, his gaze locked onto Cara’s, his expression calm but slightly guarded. Farrah, meanwhile, stood frozen, her mouth practically watering as she took in every detail of his sculpted physique. Cara couldn’t help but smirk at her friend’s obvious infatuation.

"Cara and Athena, I didn’t know you guys came to visit," Marco said, his deep voice carrying a hint of surprise. His eyes lingered on Cara, seemingly oblivious to Farrah’s blatant admiration, or perhaps choosing to ignore it.

Cara crossed her arms, her tone laced with playful sarcasm. "And we’re leaving now, before you consider using us as a sacrifice," she said, referencing the last time they had crossed paths.

Marco’s expression softened, a flicker of guilt crossing his features. "I guess I’ll never live that down," he said with a sigh. "Like I said that day, I’m sorry, and I promise it will never happen again. How can I make it up to you?" His voice carried genuine remorse, and for a moment, the tension between them eased.

Cara’s smile widened as she glanced at Farrah, who was still staring at Marco with a mix of fascination and longing. It was clear to Cara that her friend was completely smitten, and more than a little turned on. Seizing the opportunity, Cara decided to have a little fun.

"I want you to take my friend here on a date," she said, her tone casual but firm. The words caught both Marco and Farrah off guard.

Marco raised an eyebrow, his gaze shifting to Farrah for the first time, while Farrah’s eyes widened in shock, her cheeks flushing a deep shade of red.