Welcome to Hell ~~~~ ( Different Versions) chapter 1

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ahem

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The Moren estate reeked of iron. The scent of blood lingered thick in the stone halls, clinging like a curse that could never be washed away.

On the cold floor of the training ground lay Bishki Moren, the youngest heir of the family name. His body was bent and broken, as if he were nothing more than a rotting crop beaten into the dirt. Blood dripped steadily from his mouth, his arms twisted in unnatural angles from his grandfather’s strikes. Every breath rattled like a dying animal’s last gasp.

And still, Becker Moren stood over him, his shadow vast, unyielding. His eyes were not cruel—not even angry. They were worse. They were empty.

Becker moren ( ENIGMA)

An Enigma who cannot stand

Becker’s voice cracked across the silence like a whip.

Becker moren ( ENIGMA)

Is not an Enigma at all.

From the sidelines, Bickki Moren, Bishki’s father, stood frozen. His fists trembled at his sides. His son’s broken body screamed at him to step forward. But he knew better. One wrong move, one ounce of defiance—and Becker would end Bishki without hesitation. The air burned with silence, except for the quiet sobbing of Lyra Moren, the Omega who had borne this child into a house of monsters. She clutched at her husband’s sleeve, her tears soaking the silk as she begged in a broken voice.

Lyra moren ( omega )

Please, Bickki… stop him. Please, he’s just a boy. He’s our son—

But her pleas fell against a wall of steel. Becker’s cold gaze shifted to his son.

Becker moren ( ENIGMA)

If you have even a shred of loyalty to this family name… end him yourself.

His hand gestured to the broken boy, a command written in stone. Bickki’s jaw clenched. His breath came hard, his chest rising and falling like he was drowning on land. The silence between father and son was a battlefield of its own, sharp and unrelenting. Lyra’s cries grew louder, desperate, her voice cracking into pieces.

Lyra moren ( omega )

You can’t! You can’t let this happen—he’s still alive!

But Becker’s words crushed her hope.

Becker moren ( ENIGMA)

He is weak. Not like his elder brother. This one will never carry the Moren bloodline.

Bishki coughed violently on the ground, red spilling down his chin, but still his eyes—clouded, unfocused—lifted toward his grandfather. A spark remained, faint but defiant, buried deep in his broken body. That spark only seemed to fuel Becker’s disgust.

Becker moren ( ENIGMA)

Kill him, Bickki. Or I will.

The hall seemed to choke on its own silence, the weight of bloodline and legacy pressing down like chains.

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😭😭😭my bishki