You might have heard of this old British tale. A passing knowledge that there was once a prince who pulled out a sword out of stone and become a king so glorious his story carried on into the ages, surviving wars and famines, and dynasties. Arthur Pendragon is a name with meaning, history, and the immortal that first spoke it shares with him half of a soul. Neither man nor fae, the Magician keeps the memory of his king alive. Their fate intertwined, from their very first day on earth to each of Arthur's very last day. Every time, they replay the tale again and again.

"𝓘 𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓭 𝓭𝔂𝓲𝓷𝓰, 𝓘𝓯 𝓲𝓽'𝓼 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝔂𝓸𝓾." Maelda has always been a mindless soldier, a pawn in the greater game. But when she finally escapes her chains and does what never has been done before -rebell against the ones who hold those chains- she ends up in a mansion, close to death with a siren. But will his lament consume her whole? OR Will she face an entirely different ending?

August Hellington is a singer with dark and terrible edges, longing for a soul as twisted as his, lead by his desire and boundless passion for death. Agony. Agent of discord, feasting on violence, when his older brother leads him to war, he's quick to take arms. But the enemy has death in his stares and heavens on his face. Vilen Tereshkov is a monster feared by the many and the vile. Ex-convict working for his cousins' organisation based in Manhattan, he's sent to take down the rising opponents threatening the rise of a mob war. They answer the surname Hellington. He knows what he has to do. There is just one problem, and a dozen more: One of them looks at him like his bloodied hands are sacred. An artist falls for a muse, monsters are scared of their shadows, beasts kiss on their scars, and the line between enemy and freedom blurs too easily.