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...
Lord Forsythe's gaze swept across the dimly lit already broken chamber, the air thick with the scent of aged parchment and dust.
Valmorth stood opposite him, their hands moving in tandem as they poured ancient sand and dust onto the cold, stone floor. The granules whispered against the ground, forming a intricate map-like structure.
The ritual design stretched across the cold, stone floor, its intricate patterns shimmering in the flickering candlelight. Ancient sand and dust formed the foundation, carefully poured to create an ornate network of symbols and glyphs.
"Without the Sothic Orb y'know this ritual is useless right?" Valmorth said
" He's the Orb himself,I felt the power pulsating from him...I still need to know about his formation..." Forsythe's eyes narrowed slightly
"So, we're to kill the boy, yes?" Valmorth's voice dripped with nonchalance, his eyes fixed on the design.
Forsythe's expression remained stern, his jaw clenched.
"He won't survive the extraction. I won't be the one doing the killing." His tone was laced with a hint of detachment.
Valmorth's gaze flickered, his face a mask of feigned curiosity.
"Does...does something feel oddly familiar about him?" His voice trailed, a sly, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips.
Forsythe's head snapped up, his eyes narrowing. "What do you mean?" The words were laced with a thread of caution.
Valmorth's shrug was fluid, but his eyes sparkled with calculated interest.
"Oh, it's nothing. He just...senses familiar to me. That's all." His attention returned to the ritual.
Before Forsythe could respond, a blood-curdling shriek pierced the air, echoing through the chamber like a tortured soul. The sound sent a shiver down Forsythe and Valmorth's spine.
"What have they done now?!"
Forsythe rose, his movements swift and urgent. Valmorth mirrored his actions, their eyes locked in a fleeting moment..
The shadows cast by the flickering candles seemed to deepen, as if darkness itself was closing in.
POV: SOMEWHERE IN TENEBROUS
"Did you hear that?" Queen Lyrebird halted, scanning the forest intently.
Aria pointed, her finger tracing the trajectory of a green glowing light in the distance. "There."
Queen Zephyrine muttered, concern etched on her face, "Nimue..." She sprinted toward the light.
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Asher tried to stand up but kept falling with every struggle. "Stop...let her go!" he struggled to speak, his voice laced with desperation as he crawled across the earth. The soil gritted beneath his fingers, and the wound by his left eye had cleared as if there was nothing there before. His skin grew paler by the second, and blood began to drip from his eyes.
With a final surge of strength, he grabbed Callisto's foot and pulled him to the ground. Callisto fell, his claw glistening menacingly in the faint light. Asher's desperate gamble had delayed the inevitable, but it was too late. Callisto's claw sliced through Nimue's chest.
A cry erupted from Nimue's lips, making everyone close their ears..
Lord Halvort swiftly lifted Asher, slinging him over his shoulder.
"Ni-Nimue...I'm sorry," Asher muttered, his voice barely audible.
Suddenly the necklace on Asher's neck began to glow, radiating all over asher's chest engulfing his entire frame,it started to radiate an eerie light.
"What the fuck?!" Halvort yelled, hastily dumping Asher to the floor...
With a heavy thud, Asher's body hit the ground. Valmorth and Forsythe arrived at the scene simultaneously, coinciding with the entire clan's arrival.
Queen Zephyrine's anguished shriek pierced the air as she rushed to Nimue, cradling her in her arms. "Nimue!" she cried, applying pressure to Nimue's bleeding chest. Nimue's mouth was stained with blood, her eyes weak and fluttering shut.
She extended a trembling hand toward Asher, her voice barely audible. "A-"
Asher's body began shaking violently, arching his back, black swirling energy erupting from him like a maelstrom, ghastly smoke as his frame started floating on the air. The air seemed to charged with anticipation. Everyone felt an inexplicable pull toward him, as if he was summoning their dormant powers..
"Lord Nabril" Queen Lyrebird muttered
"Everyone get back!"
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