Soren's POV
Before I could think on what to do, Dain grabbed me and covered my y noise And mouth with pieces, and the more I tried to breathe, the more I inhaled whatever content was sprayed on the pieces.
I knew I had to fight but I didn't know how, so I began kicking, trying to set myself free but his strength was greater than mine, the way he pinned me to the wall was effortless.
Then, I just remembered I have a knee and one was in-between his legs, with all the force I could mutter, I raised my knee up as it came in contact with his groin.
He screamed and let go of me, I took that opportunity to try to run but he grabbed me again, this time, he slammed my face on the wall with my back facing him.
"You can't run away from me, never!" He growled like a possessive pig...he wasn't a pig but I hated him too much to call him anything nice.
The force with which he slammed me against the wall made my head swell and for some odd reason, I began feeling something...not dizziness but something else.
While I struggled with identifying what was going on with me, he began taking off my pants.
"You are mine, Soren ...your body is mine and I will prove that to you"
I tried to push back but he stopped me, his hand struggling to enter my pants.
No, I can't let this happen.
I spun around, and pushed him but yet again, he was fast to get me before I could take a move
"Let me go you bastard"I cried, as the feeling of suffocation threatened to consume me. This, I never wanted and right now, I feel death creeping its way under my skin and I can't help but get lost in the memory of the little me caged in the closet and the loud screams of my mother begging my dad to stop but he never did.
I began trembling, sweet oozing all over as I ran pale. At this point, I knew I was gone. Whatever he planned on doing to me, I won't be able to stop him.
Tears rolled down my eyes, and I hated myself for getting with a guy whom I knew nothing about or rather, I thought I knew him better but I didn't.
"Not until I claim what's mine" he began kissing me,
His kisses which I solely loved and enjoyed before were now nothing more but disgusting to my body.
I cried as I struggled to push him off me but whatever content he had been inhaling was doing something to my body. I felt hotter than normal and I knew I was damned.
"Stop please, don't" I begged in-between my weak sob but all he did was pray my dress off trying to defile me.
Tears rolled down my eyes and for the first time, I wish the story was otherwise.
As if God answered my prayers, the curtains suddenly pulled open and before I knew it, Dain was yanked away from me.
My knees were long weakened and Dain was the one keeping me standing, the second he let go of me, I fell on the floor.
"Who the fuck are you...get off me" I heard Dain yelling from behind the curtains now.
Whoever saved me, I couldn't be any less happy but right now, I was going through something I couldn't explain.
The noise outside lasted for minutes before it suddenly died like it was never there. But the heat inside me threatened an eternity which I wasn't ready to give.
My consciousness was dancing, I felt tipsy, the entire room dancing with me, turning me round and round like I was dead drunk.
"Soren...hey, look at me"
There, I heard the one familiar voice I could never get myself to ignore, Travian.
I struggled to keep my senses intact and muttered, "Tr... Travian"
"Are you okay? What happened? What did he give you?" He asked, his voice full of worries and concern .
I felt loved for seconds, but then, I remembered this feeling I'm feeling now, I've felt it before and an even more secure and protective one but it all ended nowhere.
Dain loved me, he made me believe love did exist and I could have it. But the love he had for me was toxic, unrelenting and dangerous.
This is what loving him caused me, this is what I get for wanting to be loved. Was it all worth it?
I tried to push Travian away but he hugged me instead, a hug that came with a sense of peace and comfort.
I couldn't help but cry, broken by my own weakness.
"Please" I stuttered in-between my sobs, I felt too hot and I knew what I wanted.
Him.
Travian.
I was hungry for his touch, but why?
Then I realized what Dain did. What he made me inhale was nothing but an Aphrodisiac spray and now, I'm in damn need for sex.
"I have to go" I struggled to stand up but everything I did was futile.
Let me" Travian grabbed me into his arms like I weighed nothing.
Everything spins around and I swear I heard nothing but my burning needs to be touched. I wrapped my hand around his neck and the sweet toxic smell of his body spray filled my nostrils, driving me crazy.
Without resisting anymore, I leaned in and began kissing his neck, trailing endless kisses down his throat.
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"Soren" Travian growled and pushed back on the bed.
My hands moved faster before my brain could think, I grabbed my Travian hand.
"Don't leave me, please" I stuttered in a trembling voice.
"Hot!" I whispered.
Travian reached a hand to test my temperature.
"Shit, you are burning " he carried me off the bed to the bathroom shower.
"What the hell did he give you?" He switched open the shower and the cold water began falling on both of us.
"You have a fever...I should prepare your medicine"
My hold around his neck tightened, I didn't want him to go. There's no better medication than him. I needed him, more than I needed air to breathe.
"Please, don't leave" I begged in a faint whisper.
"But you"
I slammed my lips on his, muffling the words that were about to leave his mouth.
"I want you ...no, I need you" I breathed out as I pulled away, our eyes holding each other like it ends with us.
There was a frown of Travian's face, then realization dawned on him,
"Damn you bastard, I'm going to kill him" he tried to leave but I held him back.
"Please...you can kill him later but now..."I beat my lower lips, "help me get over this... feeling...I need you"
"No...you are not thinking straight, you are speaking under the influence of the drug..." Travian wanted me, I knew it and I saw it in his eyes and the restraint in his voice. The way his muscles tensed, I knew he was trying hard not to touch me.
"Please" I could only beg.
"You will hate me afterwards" Travian was scared and I understood. Maybe he was right, but right now, I couldn't think of anyone else but myself.
"I won't....I promise" I swore.
"Sure?" He asked again, his muscle partially relaxing under my touch.
I leaned in and kissed him, that was my response and that's all he needed to give in.
He grabbed my ass and lifted me up, I wrapped my legs around his waist as he slammed my back against the cold wall while the water kept falling on us.
Our kiss is deep enough to consume both our minds, bodies and soul and leave us in a state of longing and lust.
And even though I was stimulated by the drugs, I wanted this more than he did and that was enough to
make me know he's dangerous for me.
And I should run away, far away from him but before I do that, I want to feel this moment while it lasts.
For a moment, neither moved.The world seemed to hold its breath. Only the wind dared speak — curling through the ruins, winding between broken archways and the hollowed bones of temples, whispering secrets too ancient for mortals to remember. Dust drifted like pale ghosts between them, glittering faintly in the strange twilight that bled from the torn sky.Soren’s knuckles whitened around the hilt of his blade. His pulse echoed the hum of the steel — steady, sharp, desperate. Across from him, Kaius stood like a shadow carved from grief and fury. Their eyes met, and in that silence lay the weight of everything they had once been — brothers in oath, defenders of a dying light.Now, they were the remnants of a shattered creed.Soren could see it in Kaius’s gaze — not only rage but hesitation, a flicker of the boy he once knew beneath all that armor and bitterness. Once, they had knelt side by side before the Sanctum’s altar, hands bound in pledge beneath the gaze of the old gods. Once,
The ruins stretched endlessly across the horizon.They weren’t just remnants of stone — they were bones of a forgotten age, an ancient carcass left to rot beneath a sky that no longer remembered color. Shattered marble columns rose from the mist like the ribs of some colossal beast, their fractured edges slick with moss, their crowns still smoldering faintly with the memory of divine fire. Between them lay slabs of obsidian carved with runes so old they bled light from their cracks, whispering to the silence that had taken their place.The air was thick, heavy not with smoke or ash, but with memory. Every gust carried the faint scent of old blood and the ghostly echo of prayers that had never been answered. The ground itself hummed — a low, mournful vibration that trembled through Soren’s bones, as if the world were breathing in its sleep.Soren stood in the heart of it, his boots sinking into the damp earth, eyes wide and hollow. The silence here was unnatural — not absence, but awar
When Soren woke, there was no sky.Only white — endless, merciless, and blinding. It stretched in every direction, without shape or horizon, as if the world had been stripped of color and meaning. The air shimmered faintly, cold yet heavy, carrying neither wind nor echo. It felt like existence itself had been scrubbed raw — a blank canvas after the gods had erased their first mistake.He didn’t remember falling. Only breaking.There was a weightlessness to his body, a strange dissonance where sensation used to be. His bones didn’t ache, yet something deeper did — a hollow ache in the part of him that used to pulse with another heartbeat. That ache was Travian’s absence, vast and consuming, like silence after music.He tried to breathe, but the air was dry and brittle. His voice cracked as he called, “Travian?”Silence folded around him. Then, faintly — not through sound, but through pulse — came an answer.I’m here.The voice vibrated inside him, resonating in the marrow of his bones.
The fire dwindled to embers by the time dawn reached the mountains.Its glow, once fierce and alive, had shrunk to a trembling pulse — a fragile heart beating inside a ring of blackened stones. Every now and then, the wind brushed through the ashes, scattering dying sparks into the air like fading constellations.Soren hadn’t slept.He sat beside the dying light, his cloak drawn tight against the cold, his fingers blackened with soot. The smell of char and iron clung to his skin. He stared toward the horizon, where gold met gray — where the new sun climbed slowly out of a sea of mist that still veiled the world below.The valley was unrecognizable. What had once been green and breathing now lay broken and burned. Trees bent like soldiers who’d forgotten how to stand. The ground was a scar of cracks and smoke, thin tendrils rising like the ghosts of what had been. The storm that tore through the night had left nothing untouched.And yet, amid the ruin, there was silence — too perfect,
The wind howled as Soren stood before the Gate.It wasn’t just sound—it was a living force tearing through the mountain’s bones. The storm had swallowed the peaks whole, reducing the world to a blur of ash-gray clouds and jagged light. Lightning clawed across the heavens, its veins carving furious patterns through the sky, while thunder followed like the growl of something ancient and vengeful awakening after centuries of silence.Yet none of it mattered.Soren saw only the shimmer before him—a rippling wall of pale light suspended in the storm, a wound carved between worlds. The Gate. It pulsed like a heart, slow and steady, and in that rhythm he felt something deeper. Beneath his skin, the same pulse answered—a faint echo, fragile but alive. Travian.He took a step forward, boots sinking into the rain-soaked ground. The taste of iron and ozone coated his tongue.“Soren.”Lucien’s voice drifted from behind him, smooth and low, cutting through the chaos with a deceptive calm. He sound
The light swallowed them whole.For a breathless instant, Soren felt himself dissolve—body, thought, soul—until even the memory of pain slipped from his grasp. Then came the quiet. A vast, eternal quiet, too immense to belong to any mortal realm. When he opened his eyes, the world was gone.Only the sky remained.It stretched endlessly in every direction—blue, gold, and black all at once, like dawn and dusk eternally colliding. Stars pulsed beneath his feet as if he were standing on the skin of the cosmos itself, each flickering ember whispering fragments of forgotten hymns. The air vibrated with a sound that wasn’t quite music, not quite language, but something older—something that remembered creation before memory was even born.Beside him, Travian shimmered. His half-formed body glowed brighter with each breath, blurring the line between man and light. The edges of his being wavered, translucent, like a candle caught between life and extinction.“This is the First Light,” Travian m