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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DYING HERE IS extremely easy. I'm imagining scenarios that freeze the blood in my veins: I see legs casually dropped and her mouth eating my torso. Or I see myself squeezed like a lemon or stomped by her foot, which she will then clean. One moment I'm alive, still breathing, still thinking, still able to say a final goodbye to the world. The next moment, I will give up these most precious things.
I recognize perfectly the distinct taste of defeat. In the presence of Zandeimath, I expressed the same farewells and told myself that I tried. The Fallen Demon, perhaps, nullified her aura masterfully, so I didn't sense it. I would have been caught sooner or later. There's no guarantee that the pervert in pink would have answered me under torture, and there's no written rule that an exit exists. Irishmeinah is damnation, right? But I wanted to try. This time, I have no excuses. Is this my end? I confess I am disappointed.
"Speak. Tell me your name."
"I am Raor," I reply, feeling my breath falter.
"It tells me nothing. I do not know you." She tilts her head.
"I'm new around here." My irony makes me proud of myself. I am a step away from falling into the abyss of death, and I try to make conversation to break the ice. I deserve an applause.
"I believe you, you are human. I find it impossible that you managed to get in here. Where did you come up from?"
"A hole opened up in my world." I dose my words, avoiding giving the impression that Gazazhel is involved. I have no certainty that she is deployed on the enemy front, so I promise not to get her into trouble. Before I die, I want to feel a little better by doing something vaguely respectful.
