The Incandescent | Book 7 | The Fairy arc

Chapter 34 ~ The Eliminator of Alterselves

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~ Planet Chatt-ruin ~

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Stars glimmered upon the breaking dawn. Night persisted, lingering in darkness, until light appeared.

Not long after Mara returned to planet Iredescent and Irina left the Iredescent world, a portal appeared, flashing yellow as it materialized several distances from the Field of Stars.

Two figures emerged from the portal, revealing a man and a woman. The man was holding the woman's hand, keeping her close. After a quick glance at the Chatt-ruinian landscape cloaked in night, the man froze the portal and walked forward, the woman walking beside him.

Iren Blasik and Iriana Blaskevyana arrived in the Iredescent world.

Traveling across dimensions taught Iren to always bring a coat, to prepare for cold environments. Therefore, Iren and Iriana were dressed in warm stylish winter coats. Sapphire blue and metallic silver for Iren, lavish raspberry pink for Iriana.

Appearing exactly like the unknown man in the picture of Iriana, Iren's face revealed dark purple eyes, pale white porcelain skin, and thick dark brown hair reminiscent of mocha coffee. He walked daringly with no hesitation, conveying his egotistical confidence and superiority. He rarely smiled except when he was with Iriana or Éira.

Appearing exactly but not wearing the exact same clothing as in her self-portrait, Iriana's face was surrounded by tumbling long dark brown tresses. Her pale white porcelain skin gleamed in the Chatt-ruinian meadow like the reflection of Northern aurora borealis lights. Her crystal blue eyes were fixed trustingly on Iren, ignoring the icy coldness lurking in his eyes.

Iren and Iriana were fluent in Russkya. Russkya was the main language spoken in the Realzemlan world, though people also spoke English, one of the familiar intergalactic languages. Iredescent was another intergalactic language.

Iriana reviewed a list with Iren, who answered each question accordingly, speaking in his Xsimr Russkya accent and verbally confirming the status of each alterself.

"Írásom Cvetkov?"

"Perished in her story."

"Irina Acai?"

"Hiding in the outrazar dimension."

"Eirena Irenairina?"

"Eliminated by my sword."

"Ireyna Roseshimmer Decuir?"

"Our next target."

"Éira Blask?"

"She is to be unharmed."

"How come?" Iriana inquired curiously.

"I have my reasons," Iren stated briskly.

"But you said – "

Iren silenced Iriana with a kiss, pressing his mouth firmly over her mouth. Soon, Iriana forgot everything except Iren's kiss, swept entirely in the euphoric feeling.

Iriana moaned quietly when Iren snapped her coat open and ran a hand up her sweater, gliding over her smooth skin and touching underneath her white bra, teasing to make her want more, before he pulled away and left her in a state of hungry desire, but it wasn't to be satisfied until later, when he would procure a hotel room for the night.

Iren moved her coat back in place, covering her chest to keep her warm. Iriana was looking up at Iren, her lips parted and her eyes dilated.

My sweet Irianachka. How you adore me so. Iren gave her another kiss, delighted when he saw desire melt to frustration.