He's the 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐝 knight.
She's the 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥.
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BOOK 1 | CELESTIAL FLAMES SAGA
⚜️ PLOT ⚜️
Tormented by his curse, 𝐑𝐀𝐎𝐑, a Changeling raised among the Unseelie Fairies, hunts Demons. The world he lives in, Draiganteor, is populated by al...
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THE CURSE BINDS me to the very ghost who caused it, a restless soul clinging to the world of the living due to a visceral refusal of death, blaming me for causing it. Minor detail: it wasn't me. The culprit is a Greater Demon named Eshmodath, and since my goal is to kill him, I need to have my blade blessed. Otherwise, it would be impossible to defeat a Demon of his rank.
"The flayed fool wants to know how old you were when it happened."
"Nine. Now I'm twenty-five. Do you want to calculate how long I have left to live?"
The candle on his head extinguishes, his teeth clattering rapidly. I'm good at using my sharp tongue to annoy others. I remain composed; after all, I must give the impression of being serious.
"Never seen such arrogance," hisses the Confessor. "I'd wish you to drop dead, but it's not within my role. The conditions are these: I'll bless your sword only if you perform a deed of moral value. A heroic feat would be better."
Holy Dragons, yesterday I boasted about not being a hero and flat-out refused the Human Kingdom's plea for help! I also insulted the messenger... damn, my usual bad luck. The candle, which had reignited, is now extinguished again. "There must be someone who asked for your help recently."
