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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MY NOD ALLOWS us to open the ebony wooden doors, adorned with carvings, surmounted by an arch. The purple and red veins of the marble floor snake like malevolent tongues. We march across it in our battle boots, observed by the statues carved into the columns flanking the atrium. Here too there are chains, suspending lanterns with violet flames from the ceiling. The black flowers adorning the walls, on which ritual symbols are drawn, have a toxic fragrance... best not to get too close.
At the end of the atrium, we pass under a gothic arch decorated with ancient sigils of black magic. We are in the hall: here the Fallen Demons look down on us from their thrones adorned with shining gems. There is a hierarchy among them, Demons of the tyrant faction preside over the command and pride themselves on being called the ʹConsorts of Oblivion.ʹ
Below them are the Demons of the neutral faction, the ʹOrder of Accord.ʹ They possess very few rights, are excluded from meetings, and are constantly targeted as they are considered inept and traitorous. Although there is no queen leading the Consorts, it is no secret that Calista holds the title of the worst executioner in the history of creation. Her fame has earned her the central throne.
"Greetings to you, beautiful Children of the Heavens," she welcomes us.
"Our Consort," we reply, kneeling.
I do not lower my head. Calista's beauty is lethal, mortal, hypnotic. Our gazes have a silent dialogue that translates into a challenge. She has no power over me. Not as she would like. And she knows it and enjoys it because it amuses her. The others are irritable Demons who get indignant like immature girls, but Calista is different. Confident, daring, brazen.
