Chaos Heir

Khan accelerated as soon as he got high enough in the sky.

Usually, Khan would hug Monica tightly, shielding her as much as possible from the damage his speed could cause. However, while Khan shot through the sky, Monica didn't experience any pressure or friction. The air ahead of them seemed to break at his passage, keeping her safe from injuries.

Khan quickly reached one of the main building's terraces, gracefully landing on it and putting Monica down. Much had changed since Senerth, and Zedekiel had reaffirmed that transformation, deepening and solidifying it. Khan had reached the point of no return, and an open-hearted conversation was long due.

The idea saddened Khan, and countless thoughts filled his brain. He didn't even know whether words could explain his mental state, let alone use them in an actual conversation. Still, he wanted to talk with Monica. Khan needed to.

Few things, if anything at all, could prevent Khan from following through with his desires right now. However, Monica managed to accomplish just that. Something peculiar invaded the symphony, making Khan turn toward his Fiancée, only to find her clinging to his shoulder to reach for his ear.

"I understand what you said about bowing," Monica whispered, her teasing and happy tone intoxicating Khan. "But, do you think you can allow kneeling?"

Monica didn't give Khan time to reply. Her hands slid under his open uniform, stopping at his trousers' edge when she got on her knees. Needless to say, any idea of talking vanished as soon as Monica unbuttoned them.

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The experience was strange. Khan and Monica were experts at comforting each other, but there was something else to it now.

That additional feeling wasn't the fragility Khan now saw in Monica. It wasn't the sadness from the awareness of her inferiority. It was something deeper that spoke directly to Khan's core, something he had already experienced in the past but couldn't fully recognize.

It would have been different if the intimate moment only involved physical pleasure, but the emotional layer was undeniable. Each caress, kiss, and thrust had more than a simple anatomical purpose. Khan and Monica truly loved each other, creating a problem.

Khan could feel it throughout the act. Monica's love was attempting to save him, just like Liiza did in the past. Her emotional touch could reach as deep as his desperation, trying to lessen it and offer an alternative. She was a path into a different kind of life, one that wouldn't involve a struggle against his universal mission.

Khan could also feel himself falter. He knew he would do anything in his power to make Monica's wishes come true, even if that meant sacrificing himself. It had been the same with Liiza, but things had changed.

On Nitis, Khan was lost, still trapped in a curse he didn't understand. However, Khan now had a clear goal, a path, and the means to get to its bottom. He could and wanted to defeat the curse and come full circle with the desperation it had created. That was his life's purpose and

core.

Hence, when the intimate moment ended and Khan found himself with Monica nestling on his chest, he didn't abandon himself to her warmth. That respite had been nice, but Khan couldn't linger in it anymore. He had to be honest about everything.

Monica giggled when she felt Khan sitting up. She was about to throw a joke in his direction, but something suddenly didn't feel right, and looking at his serious face confirmed her hunch, intensifying some fears that had long since nestled in her heart.

Khan sat up and placed Monica at his side. Her hands were still on his arm, but he looked at the horizon, staring past the terrace's handrails. Baoway's star shone in his vision, but his glowing eyes pierced it, reaching for the universe's darkness.

"I don't want to lose you," Khan announced. "That I'm sure of."

Monica's eyes couldn't help but flicker. She knew all the sex in the world couldn't fix whatever was happening to them. The couple needed to talk, but the arrival of that dreaded conversation made her anxious.

"I love you, too," Monica said. "My feelings have never changed."

"I know," Khan nodded before lowering his gaze. "That's why I'm hopeful."

Monica wanted to pout to ease the tense mood but only leaned on Khan's shoulder. She took his hand, following his gaze's direction. That was her place, but she somehow felt too small for it now.

"What happened on Senerth?" Monica decided to ask. "And with the Emperor?"

"I discovered what I am," Khan replied, "My power's core and what I have to do. What I want to do more than anything else."

"It's your pain, isn't it?" Monica asked. "You always feel stronger when you are hurt." "Something like that," Khan confirmed. "Being an evolved warrior means going deeper into myself, and I'm pretty dark."

"I know I can pull you back every time," Monica reassured.

"That's the problem," Khan stated. "Every time you do, I get weaker."

"What does this mean?" Monica questioned, looking at Khan.

"This," Khan said, nodding toward the handrails. "All of this. I can't do it anymore. I don't want to."

"This is your home," Monica commented, understanding what Khan meant. "This is the place you built for those you hold dear."

"And I love it," Khan admitted, "Just like I love you. I'd do anything to protect it so I can't be weak. I don't want to."

Khan gently pushed Monica aside, freeing himself of her grasp to stand up. The terrace was technically in the open, but no one could spy the couple from up there. Even the building's soldiers wouldn't dare to climb there when Khan and Monica isolated themselves.

"I can feel the flaws in the world," Khan announced, gazing at the sky. "Everything wants to break, and I will help it if it stands in my way."

"How is that different from everything you have done up until now?" Monica asked. After all, Khan didn't exactly hold back against his enemies or anyone who threatened their safety.

"Humankind still lives," Khan exclaimed. "Your family does, too, and many others, others I'd kill now. Others I probably want to kill just by thinking about it."

"Why?" Monica asked. "Baoway is safe. I'm safe. We are safe."

Khan lowered his gaze, not knowing which words to utter. In the end, he went for something he hoped Monica would understand. "Because they stand where they aren't supposed to stand. Because they breathe when I don't want them to breathe."

The Global Army, the families, and even the Empire would always have duties in store for Khan. That wasn't a problem in and of itself, but Khan cared about people and things inside

them.

As long as Khan cared, he would fight. As long as he would fight, he would accept compromises. He should, at least. That idea sounded impossible in his brain, and starting new wars wouldn't do. Khan was done letting more things delay his goal anymore.

"I won't stay," Khan declared. "I'll settle things quickly and leave."

"Leave where?" Monica gasped, quickly standing up.

"To do what I put off for too long," Khan revealed, meeting Monica's gaze. "And I want you

to come with me."

Monica couldn't help but be surprised and felt stupid for it. The conversation seemed headed toward a breakup, but she wasn't with an ordinary human. His love wasn't something his destructive existence could break or make him give up on.

"Come with me," Khan repeated. "Let's leave all this, all these politics, problems, and fights. They are fickle, brittle, and pointless anyway."

As warm as Monica felt about the offer, she couldn't help but feel slightly annoyed. Khan

wasn't the only one who had worked hard to get where he was. Monica had done that, too, and she didn't consider her political world pointless. It was her whole life, and she needed Khan

inside it.

Monica was about to reply when the terrace's elevator suddenly rose to its level. Its doors didn't open, but a knock resounded from them.

"Think about it," Khan said, picking up his clothes. "I'll deal with my family now."

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