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Chapter 85: My Son's Bargain
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CROWNED BY BLOOD Chapter 90: Bound by Blood and Light
My spirit bleeds in the Forsaken Realm, fractured in ways that go beyond physical injury, dim as a candle guttering in its final moments before darkness claims it entirely. The consciousness that hangs here, torn from my flesh and bound in shackles forged from crystallized regret, has been worn thin by eons of torment. Yet through the cracks of despair those hairline fractures that appear in even the most carefully constructed prison when hope refuses to die completely I feel something again.Them.My children again....Not just their voices, but their presence, their souls blazing like beacons in the darkness that has defined my existence for so long. Alexander's fire burns brightest, defiant, impossible to snuff out no matter how much darkness presses against it. I taste his courage on the spectral air like smoke after battle, sharp and acrid and absolutely real. His power doesn't burn clean like Seraphina's scholarly flames or gentle like Kai Jr. 's healing light. This is the fir
CROWNED BY BLOOD Chapter 89: Luna of Two Worlds
I feel myself splitting.Not just my skin, not just my bones. The very essence of what I am, what I was, what I might still become, tearing apart like fabric under impossible strain. It's as if someone has taken my soul and stretched it across two different worlds, pulling in opposite directions until something has to give. The sensation is beyond pain, beyond madness it's the feeling of existing in spaces that were never meant to contain the same consciousness simultaneously.In the mountains, my beast-body thrashes against the snow with mindless violence. The white powder turns red beneath me, melting instantly from the supernatural heat that radiates from my cursed form. My claws carve deep gorges into the ancient stone, leaving marks that will outlast kingdoms, wounds in the earth that mirror the wounds in my spirit. The granite screams as it splits, a sound like the world itself crying out in protest at what I have become.My jaws snap at ghosts that are only echoes of my own mad
CROWNED BY BLOOD Chapter 88: The Gate Reopens
The air in the Forsaken Realm shivered, as though the very walls of this prison had suddenly taken a breath after eons of stillness. It was a subtle thing at first, a change in pressure, a shift in the quality of the eternal twilight that had been my only companion. The perpetual fog that clung to everything in this cursed place.My chains rattled against my will, the ethereal bonds that held me suspended in this void of gray stone and darker shadows beginning to vibrate with an energy I didn't recognize. They whispered warnings in voices I knew too well, my father's disappointed sigh when I had first turned to darker magics, my mother's final words before the plague claimed her, the countless advisors who had counseled patience when I chose power instead. The chains had always spoken in the language of regret, but now their whispers carried something new: fear.Something was happening in the world beyond this realm, something the Cursemaker had not commanded, had not foreseen, had no
CROWNED BY BLOOD Chapter 87: Song of the Forgotten
The mountains weren't silent. They were ancient things, older than memory, older than the civilizations that had risen and fallen in their shadows, and they carried their age in voices of wind and stone. The wind screamed, a constant keening that spoke of centuries of storms weathered and seasons endured. The wolves that prowled these peaks howled their hunger to the night, their voices rising and falling in harmonies that predated human understanding of music itself.And inside me, the beast that had consumed my flesh growled with endless fury, a bass note of rage that vibrated through my bones and into the very bedrock beneath my claws. It was a sound without beginning or end, the eternal snarl of something that had forgotten how to be anything but angry. Day and night, waking and sleeping if such distinctions even applied to creatures like me.Yet tonight, beneath all these chaos, something else stirred in the spaces between heartbeats, in the pauses between the wind's screaming so
CROWNED BY BLOOD Chapter 86: Hollowshade in Flames
I smelled it before I saw it. Smoke, pain, Fear. The acrid stench of burning wood and melting metal mingled with something sweeter and more terrible the scent of charred flesh, of dreams turned to ash, of an empire dying in flames. The wind carried it all to these mountain peaks, each gust a messenger bearing news of my kingdom's end.The echoes of my people's screams reached me even here, high in the mountains where my beast prowled, tearing into rock and soil as though the world itself were prey. My physical form this wolf-thing the curse had made of my fleshmoved without conscious thought, driven by a rage that had no outlet, no target worthy of its fury. Granite split beneath my claws. Ancient pines toppled as I thrashed against them, their mighty trunks snapping like kindling. But no amount of destruction up here could match what was happening below.I was not there in Hollowshade, not in the throne room where I had held court for years, not even standing among the ruins of its
CROWNED BY BLOOD Chapter 85: My Son's Bargain
The chains bite deeper every time I move. They're not iron, not flesh, but something crueler woven from my own pain. Each breath rattles in my chest like it doesn't belong to me anymore. The metal tastes of copper and shame, and I wonder if this is what drowning feels like when the water is made of your own failures.I've lost count of how long my consciousness has been suspended here in this twisted mockery of sanctuary. Time moves differently in the Cursemaker's realm, stretching moments of agony into eternities while collapsing years of memory into heartbeats. The walls around me pulse with a sickly luminescence, like veins carrying poisoned light through dead flesh. Every surface reflects my face back at me, distorted and hollow, showing me what I've become what I chose to become when I made that first, fatal bargain.The chains shift with each shallow breath, tightening around my wrists until I can feel my pulse hammering against the ethereal bonds. They know my shame better than
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