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 SWAYING AND threatening gaits of the townsfolk make it hard to predict anything positive. I need to think quickly and come up with an idea suitable for our situation. My fingers brush the hilt of Asmeidur on my back, touching it without pain thanks to the gloves I'm now wearing. The temptation to sever the arms of anyone attempting to knock us off the horse is interrupted by the newcomers.
My tattooed eyes open vigilantly. Zandeimath's Demons land on the roofs. Their bizarre quadrupedal positions are reminiscent of monkeys, and it's not just the posture that's grotesque. Their bodies are marred by pustules and swellings, their small skulls a clear sign of low intelligence, while their wings show they can fly. Their elongated muzzles also have a simian quality, with two prominent nostrils and blonde fuzz on their grayish skin. They are direct descendants of the Gargoyles, Lesser Demons extinct after the End of the Times, and they use their long tongues in various ways. Their small eyes, lacking in insight but not in malice, glare at us from above.
"There's nothing more to do for these people; they've lost their minds. Make the horse run, Gazazhel!"
"And where do you want to go? We're surrounded!"
"To the castle. I have to reach the prince and at least protect him."
Gazazhel evidently decides not to argue. The steed rears up on its hind legs, neighs, and proceeds at full speed, carving a path through the crowd. Not all the townsfolk move aside, many are devoid of intellect and clarity, thus horrendously trampled. I feel like I'm on a ship in the midst of a storm; I stagger dangerously and use Gazazhel's shoulders as an anchor. At any moment, the trampled people could make me roll to the ground.
