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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EVERYTHING BECAME DISTURBING in an instant. His body decomposed: flies buzzed around him, scales fell off, flesh began to decay. No, it wasn't an instant; it was three days.
I smell death. That decomposition has the same stench as the air of Irishmeinah. The screams of the Yiddishet form a chorus to the scream of a boy who stayed near that corpse, waiting for Galodah to open his eyes. That boy is me. Because the worst illusion was that the corpse was alive. Rain and sun alternated during those three days, hunger gave way to a stomach of stone, and thirst never came to dry my throat. All that mattered was that the corpse would rise, not that I ate or drank.
There are chains dragging me away from that corpse; I just want to stay by its side, but no matter how much I resist, my nails scratch the ground, and the gates of hell await me.
I won't live with the Dragons as Galodah promised. I have to be the king of a forgotten people; that's my task, right? It wasn't destiny for me to be his Faoi... so the corpse remained a corpse. It didn't rise.
Open your eyes, Galodah. Open them. You are not dead. You just want to joke. It's a game; you are fine.
You are not a corpse.
My kind had their wings torn off. I see their pain; they are there when the Fallen Demons impale them slowly in a perverse game of torture, my people flee, red alternates with purple, the Chrysalis gives birth. I will have to return to that pit of despair because the Yiddishet are waiting for me.
