Beyond the veil of humanity, In a world where demons, vampires, werewolves, witches, and fairies coexist, the delicate balance of power is disrupted by the emergence of a forbidden mixed-breed. As prophecies unfold and allegiances shift, the fate of...
Forsythe paced around the dimly lit room, the necklace clutched in his pale hand, his piercing gaze scrutinizing every intricate detail. "I've seen this somewhere..." he muttered, his brow furrowed in concentration, a faint crease between his eyebrows.
Asher struggled against Callisto's unforgiving grip, his wrists straining, body pinned to the cold, granite slab...
After what felt like an eternity, Forsythe pocketed the necklace and approached Asher, his footsteps echoing off the stone walls. He snatched the knife from Valmorth, whose face twisted in anger, a vein pulsing on his forehead.
"But-" Valmorth began, his voice cut short by Forsythe's raised hand.
Forsythe's gaze locked onto Asher's, his eyes gleaming with an unnerving intensity, like ice piercing through Asher's very soul. The dagger's blade danced across Asher's skin, tracing the wound by his left eye, down his cheek, and along his neck, sending shivers down his spine.
Asher's breath hitched, his heart pounding against his ribcage, lips trembling uncontrollably.
"Can...you stare in my eyes and not look away?" Forsythe whispered, his warm breath caressing Asher's skin.
Asher's eyes remained shut, his eyelids trembling.
"Hm?"..
Forsythe hummed, the dagger hovering above Asher's belly, its tip grazing his skin.
"Can you?" He asked again
Before Asher could react, Forsythe plunged the dagger into his stomach.
A searing agony exploded within Asher, radiating from the wound like a raging inferno. His vision blurred, colors bleeding together as his mind reeled from the shock. The pain was a living entity, writhing inside him..his warm blood against the blade..
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Asher's body arched, his spine twisting in an unnatural curve as he struggled to escape the torment. His heart pounded against his ribcage, threatening to shatter his very bones. Every beat intensified the agony, each pulse a fresh wave of suffering.
Unfamiliar memories flooded his mind. Faces. Places. Emotions. Voices...
His thoughts fragmented, shattered by the relentless pain.Fear and desperation swirled in a maelstrom, leaving him disoriented and helpless.
As Forsythe withdrew the dagger, Asher felt his life force ebbing away. The warmth of his blood spilled onto the cold slab, a stark contrast to the icy grip of death closing around him.
"Your existence is destruction...I love destruction."
Forsythe licked the blood-filled dagger. His eyes shining deep red. The room fell silent
Lady Geneva's voice trembled. "W-what next?"
"We wait...." Lord Forsythe's raspy voice replied.
Asher's eyes opened.
Tears dropped.
His heartbeat slowed.
Fainter.
Until what felt like his last breath escaped. His body relaxed. Still...
