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Lyra, the Goddess of Dreams 58, Part 188

"You remember the ordeal we faced with your sister Colin, her lover Roku, and your parents to steal the Shadow Soul from Kronos. We battled a legion of shadows and monsters; your mother sang Cerberus to sleep with her lullabies. Then we confronted the Shadow Lord of Reality, the formidable Kronos. Your mother sacrificed herself to defeat him, but when your father claimed the Shadow Soul, its dark influence drove him insane. He resurrected your mother Moira, turning her into a shadow, and then they attacked us for refusing to join the shadow world. Your sister sacrificed herself so that Roku and I could escape the Shadow World. She might still be alive, but it's uncertain. Roku and I managed to take the Shadow Soul and offered it to Lord Seth to secure your release from the shadows. After all those sacrifices, you forgot your parents, your sister, and my love for you. It's such a shame. "

Alric couldn't conceal her anger and disappointment.

Alric's heart burned with anger and bitterness as he watched Lyra, the woman he loved, return from another realm with her heart clearly entwined with another. The sacrifices he had made, the battles he had fought, all to save her and her family from the Shadow Realm - and yet she had forgotten him, forgotten their love, in the arms of this Zephyr.

As jealousy and betrayal consumed Alric's mind, a dark presence began to whisper in his thoughts. At first it was subtle, a faint susurration at the edges of his consciousness. But as his pain and fury grew, the voice became louder, more insistent, promising him power and retribution.

"She has forsaken you," the voice hissed, its tone dripping with malice and seduction. "After all you endured for her sake, she casts you aside like a forgotten plaything. Why should you continue to serve the fickle whims of love and loyalty? Embrace the darkness within, and I shall grant you the means to claim what is rightfully yours..."

Alric's eyes glazed over, his will slowly succumbing to the insidious influence of the unseen speaker. "Who...who are you?" he demanded, his voice thick and sluggish.

From the shadows stepped a figure cloaked in robes of deepest midnight, an aura of ancient power and dread emanating from its form. "I am Or, The Weaver of Fate," the entity declared, its voice a sepulchral whisper that echoed in the hollows of Alric's soul. "And I have seen the tapestry of your destiny, seen the injustice that fate has wrought upon you."

With a gesture, Or conjured forth a shimmering web of gossamer strands, each one pulsing with an ethereal luminescence. Alric watched in horrified fascination as the threads began to twist and writhe, weaving together to form an image of Lyra and Zephyr, their forms entwined in a lover's embrace.

"Behold, the bonds that seek to ensnare your beloved," Or intoned, its voice dripping with false sympathy. "The Desert Prince has beguiled her, stolen her affections with his exotic charms and honeyed words. Even now, their souls are intertwined, destined to meet and join in countless lifetimes across the vast expanse of the multiverse."

Alric's hands clenched into fists, his knuckles whitening with the force of his rage. "No," he growled, his voice trembling with barely suppressed fury. "I will not allow it. Lyra is mine, and mine alone!"

Or smiled beneath its hood, a grotesque stretching of shadows across an unseen visage. "Ah, but what if I could offer you a way to sever their connection forever? To erase this Zephyr from the very threads of fate?"

Alric hesitated for a moment, his soul torn between the desperate desire to win back Lyra's love and the knowledge that such a path would come at a terrible price. But as he gazed into the portal, watching the woman he adored lost in the embrace of another, something within him snapped, and a cold, ruthless determination settled over his heart.

" Think about it," continued to poison his mind Or. "Lyra's heart will be yours alone once more"

"How?" Alric asked bitterly. "What's the catch?"

Oro smiled, revealing pointed teeth. "Merely pledge yourself to my service. Now that Solaris and Nyx have abandoned me to join their sister Astraea as the Triad, I find myself in need of a new...assistant. Someone driven by the relentless passion of lost love. Together, we can reshape the threads of fate to our liking."

"I accept your offer, great Or," Alric declared, his voice ringing with the finality of a cosmic pact sealed. "Let the threads of fate be rewoven, let the Dreamweaver be erased from existence. I will serve you faithfully. Just bring back my stolen love!"

As Alric knelt before Or, The Weaver of Fate, he felt a cold, insidious power seep into his very bones. The shadowed figure loomed over him, its presence an oppressive weight that seemed to leech the light and warmth from the air itself.

"Rise, my servant," Or intoned, its voice a sibilant whisper that echoed in the hollows of Alric's mind. "Your path to reclaiming your lost love begins now. But know that the road ahead is fraught with trials and temptations that will test the very limits of your resolve."

With a wave of its skeletal hand, Or conjured forth a swirling portal of inky darkness. Alric hesitated for a moment, a flicker of doubt dancing across his features as he contemplated the grim threshold. But the image of Lyra entwined in Zephyr's arms flashed before his eyes once more, and a fresh surge of jealous rage burned away the last vestiges of his hesitation.

Steeling himself, Alric stepped forward into the waiting maw of shadows. Icy tendrils of mist coiled around his limbs as he was dragged down, down into an abyss of endless night. He had the sensation of falling for an eternity, his mind and body numbed by the cloying embrace of the void.

When at last the darkness receded, Alric found himself standing in a vast chamber hewn from obsidian stone. Twisted pillars of jet-black rock soared upward into a cavernous expanse, their surfaces writhing with eldritch sigils that pulsed with a sickly, purple light. At the center of the chamber stood a towering loom, its ebony frame engraved with leering demonic visages and blasphemous runes.

"Behold, the Loom of Fate," Or proclaimed, materializing beside Alric in a swirl of shadow. "It is here that the threads of destiny are woven, each strand a life, a soul, a story waiting to be told. And it is here that you shall begin your work in my service."

With a gesture, Or summoned forth a shimmering thread of silver light, its ethereal radiance a stark contrast to the oppressive gloom of the chamber. Alric watched in horrified fascination as the thread began to writhe and twist, as though in agony, before suddenly going slack, its luminescence fading to a dull, lifeless gray.

"The thread you see before you represents the life of Zephyr, the Dreamweaver who has ensnared your beloved's heart," Or explained, its voice dripping with malicious glee. "But see how easily it can be snuffed out, cut short by the shears of fate."

Alric's heart raced as he beheld the terrible power laid bare before him. With but the thought that he could erase Zephyr from Lyra's life forever made him ignore the last drop of guilt he felt...

end of book Lyra, the Goddess of dreams

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