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 UNDERGROUND CAVE is made up of human bones and skeletons. They form the very walls of the place, becoming one with the moss, ivy, and Euflosensia that bloom from the ribs with their pleasant strawberry pink color. The rocky ground is interrupted by water mirrors: small ponds scattered everywhere on which lotus flowers and magical candles that neither melt nor sink float, giving us dim yellowish lights. Visibility, however, is acceptable: there is a magic circle drawn on the ceiling that rotates around itself. It is thanks to it that we are not in pitch darkness.
"Raor."
"Yes. He is in there."
"Lovely."
There is a man-sized closed bud of Euflosensia, whose roots sink into one of the water mirrors. It seems illuminated inside, or the petals have this ability to let through who they protect. The curled-up, fetal-position body of Eshmodath is asleep and immobile, protected by his special flower. Inevitably, it reminds me of the embryos of the infernal Chrysalis.
"Let's wake the sleeper." Gaz spreads her legs to avoid sinking her boots into a pond and crosses it nimbly, without breaking eye contact with the bud.
The idea was to cut the stem and make the Demon slip out of the flower, but something goes wrong; he senses our presence in advance, the bud opens, and after sixteen years, I see him again. We have met many times in my nightmares, but now it is different: he is real, I can touch him, I can kill him.
