Dark One.

"No! I'm here to talk about Clara Stone. She believes you killed a woman and... and that you're basically the Dark One," Lyanna Ravenshade replied, waving her hand dismissively.

"Clara Stone is crazy," Reddington said, nodding to himself, his face cold and indifferent. "So, where's Clara Stone?" he asked.

Lyanna Ravenshade shrugged.

"Lyanna Ravenshade, what happened?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

Lyanna Ravenshade looked at him like a drunkard. "I took care of it." she replied simply.

Reddington was surprised. It seemed like Lyanna Ravenshade had beaten him to it. He couldn't help but show a rare smile, a bit proud of his fiancée.

Lyanna Ravenshade hiccupped. "Why? don't you love me anymore?" she asked, her voice seemed slurred. "If I'm not enough for you, you're gonna kill me, huh?"

Reddington was a little taken aback by her sudden words.

"50% of my clients want to kill each other," the marriage counselor blurted in, she replied, shrugging casually.

"It's normal. And here's the better news for both of you—neither one of you is gonna kill each other. You're a lot of things, but you're not murderers."

Did this woman hear what they just said? Or is she playing dumb? Reddington thought inwardly. But soon, it seemed to click—he understood what was happening...

The marriage counselor was working for Lyanna Ravenshade. But why would she need a marriage counselor? Was it because of her connections to other wealthy families? Or was there another reason entirely?

Reddington couldn't quite figure out what his fiancée was thinking, but one thing was clear—she seemed to believe he could kill her.

That part left him a bit confused. No one knew the full extent of his powers, not even him. There seemed to be some sort of restriction placed on him, and he wasn't ready to break it just yet... Not like he could break it with his current strength anyways.

After chatting with his fiancée for a while, Reddington parted ways with her shaking his head at her poor acting, he headed back to his family house.

He decided to visit his mother first—after all, she was the "kind-hearted" one, always getting secretly bullied by everyone.

Suddenly, a hover bike cut across his path, its humming sound almost deafening. On the bike sat a striking woman with red hair and matching red eyes, her expression filled with anger.

"Where in the gods-forsaken green earth did you wander off to? Did you want to die? Or did you think our family is so powerful we don't have enemies?...

Or perhaps the Dark one would spare you? What would mother do if you were killed?" she snapped, her voice sharp with frustration.

Reddington tilted his head up, eyes scanning the sky. It was a projected sky, a fake moon hanging high, giving an eerily realistic feeling— The latest project from the science department.

"Green earth? Does this planet look green to you?" Reddington asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I'm a little worried about how you see through those eyes of yours, Hannah. Did you have trouble identifying colors?"

"Damn it!" Hannah screamed, her voice cracking with anger. "I swear, Reddington, if you say one more word, I will kill you."

"Mother would be quite sad," Reddington replied, shaking his head.

"Leave mother out of this," she shot back, her voice laced with irritation. "I'll ask my friend to create a clone of you... and make sure he's got better behavior than you."

Reddington sat behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. "Don't you find mother strange lately?" he suddenly asked.

"What! How is she strange?" Hannah snapped. "When did you even see her? You've been avoiding her for as long as I can remember... ever since you were seven or eight, always saying she's not our mother.

And now you suddenly find her strange? What are you trying to say? You wanna prove your theory?"

"She's not our mother. It doesn't matter if you don't believe me—you'll come to know sooner or later," Reddington said, squeezing her waist tightly.

"I swear to God, if you touch me lewdly, I will kill you," Hannah hissed, her voice low, trying to suppress her anger.

But Reddington was pushing all her buttons. She really wanted to chase him off, but there was one catch—she was the only one who could touch him. He avoided contact with everyone else, even their mother.

"Ew, you're my sister. And if I wanted to touch you... would you stop me?" Redditon asked, his voice casual.

"You wanna tell me you're not enjoying this?"

Suddenly, Hannah gunned the throttle on the hover bike, weaving through traffic at high speed.

"Touch me one more time, and I swear I'll crash us," she shouted over the roaring wind. 

"As an Awakened and level 25, I'll survive, but you—if you're even an Awakened at all—won't. You're not at the level where you could survive something like this."

"I'd gladly die, if it's at your hands," Reddington replied, his tone eerily calm. "And since you're the one about to crash us, why would I be scared?"

With a swift motion, he began to rub her stomach, his hands drifting dangerously under her breast.

In a flash of anger and disbelief, Hannah shot off the bike, soaring into the air. Her teeth clenched, her anger rising to a boiling point.

She'd kill anyone else for even touching her clothes, but Reddington was her brother. She couldn't kill him, no matter how much he pushed her buttons. Still, she was tempted.

A cold snort escaped her as she veered off in the opposite direction, wishing for a crash. But she had activated the hover bike's safety features just in case.

If there was a crash, Reddington would be seriously injured— perhaps loosing am arm, but he wouldn't die.

Reddington smirked, watching her vanish into the distance. "Still easy to fool…" he muttered to himself. "I guess I'll sell this bike for a sun emblem. That way, I won't have to worry about walking at night... And feed my pets."

Waving his hand, a portal shimmered into existence, near an ice wall, Reddington drove the bike straight into it.

He parked the bike in front of a futuristic building, his face growing cold. Several guards in black uniforms saluted him, all bearing his exact likeness...

They were clones.

"Boss, we've gathered enough Awakened for you to level up," one clone reported, leading him into an elevator that descended deeper underground.

Reddington nodded. The clones were all connected, their thoughts shared, but he preferred them to report directly.

"Boss, we found Harrison—the one responsible for Hannah's death three hundred centuries ago," another clone said.

"He reincarnated— perhaps lived till this era, and is behind the plan to get Maxwell to marry her... In this life." 

The clone continued, "He's also the godfather behind the president of Green tech institute and controls the hallowed orphanage home...

Frankly, he's a better man now than he was before."

Reddington didn't react, but the information was valuable. The clone, a skilled hacker, operated the entire human domain system and kept the details flowing.

"Also, the Dark One is likely to wreak havoc tonight.

The humans are lax after the peace we've given them," the clone added.

Reddington's lips curled into a faint smirk. "Get the Dark one costume ready. I want to make a grand entrance. But let's visit Harrison first," he said, tying his white hair. "Prepare those nourishment, I must level up before facing Harrison."