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 IMPERATIVE I forced myself to follow - go to Asmeidur - has revived my illusion of coming out of this alive. Guided by the blue trail, part of my brain works on the new visual notions acquired - piled-up houses, small craters, and flames that move intelligently, enveloping new buildings to consume. Another part focuses on my expectations. I want to die in the best way possible, armed and conscious of my actions. I demand the utmost effort and attention from my senses because being apparently alone is not a guarantee or a fortune.
Demons quickly perceive the prey's breath and hunt it, playing on the element of surprise and a well-crafted chase. The incessant crackling of flames follows me, I feel it behind me, delighted at the thought of looming over my tormented body. The blue trail leads me to a cluster of towering buildings, whose floors are stacked on top of each other, the result of a bizarre assembly. Their tilted and crooked positions make me feel uneasy. Leaving that crazy zone, I discover that I am in the central district of the city... and an apocalyptic vision makes me forget everything else.
The pink-clad humanoid, the whipped prisoners, and the chains are small fish, almost jokes. Now it's serious. High up, in the sky flashing red, levitates a cyclopean chrysalis that wants to split into two parts, which are held together by a venous membrane. In theory, they are... two chrysalises, two pulsing horrors. Through the thin surface of the cocoon, I see enclosed two giant fetuses. It is unfortunately undeniable that they are two babies, curled up on their bodies, their large heads facing each other and their little feet kicking. A chrysalis and babies. Holy Dragons, the female Elf had warned me not to go up to the second floor.
