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CHOOSING HER
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MY SAVING DOOM ECHOES OF GUILT
The door slammed open so hard the walls shook.For a moment, all I heard was the sound of my heart dropping into my stomach.Damian froze where he sat across from me, a faint smile dying on his lips. I turned, slowly, already knowing who it was.My mother stood in the doorway, her coat half-slipped from one shoulder, her hair disheveled, eyes sharp with the kind of anger that wasn’t spontaneous — it had been simmering for years, just waiting for a place to spill.“So this is what you’ve been doing?” she said, voice low and shaking, though not with fear. With fury. “Hiding away with some man while your family tears itself apart?”The words hit harder than I expected.It wasn’t just accusation — it was disappointment, and somehow that hurt more.“Mom,” I started, keeping my tone soft. “Please don’t—”“Don’t what?” she snapped. “Don’t speak the truth? You vanish for days, ignore my calls, and now I find you here playing house while I—” Her voice cracked, but she caught herself, glaring h
MY SAVING DOOM THANK YOU
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MY SAVING DOOM CHOOSING HER
The voice that spoke next didn’t echo like the others. It was softer, clearer—closer, as if it leaned down just beside my ear. “It doesn’t have to be this way, Damian Blackthorn.”I turned, though the darkness stretched endlessly in every direction. No form, no shape—just that voice, warm as temptation.“You’ve carried enough,” it continued. “The weight of her pain, the guilt, the defiance. You can let it go. All of it.”My breath caught. “What are you saying?”A pulse of light shimmered faintly before me—gold, calm, coaxing.“You can be free. Forget her, and the curse will end. No more pain. No more weakness. You’ll walk the realms again as what you were meant to be—untouched, divine, unbroken.”Forget her.The words were a dagger, quiet but fatal. I stood frozen, my chest tight. For a moment, I almost felt the allure of it—the silence, the numbness, the return to being whole. The endless ache would vanish. I could breathe again without her heartbeat clawing at mine.But then I saw
MY SAVING DOOM THORNS DON'T SAVE.
Light cracked through me like a blade. One heartbeat I was in the mortal world, Nanya’s scent still tangled in my lungs; the next, I was ripped from it—torn from her—and hurled into blinding nothingness.I staggered as reality snapped apart. The air here wasn’t air—it burned, heavy with judgment. Beneath my boots stretched the marble plain of the divine realm, flawless and cruel. It pulsed faintly with gold veins that beat like the heart of something ancient and angry. The chill was bone-deep, the kind that reminded you gods weren’t made of flesh—they were carved from consequence.“Damian Blackthorn.”The voice rolled from every direction, deep and final. My name echoed back a thousand times, a chorus of my own damnation.I straightened, forcing the fear down. “Why am I here again, is your curse not enough?”“You know why.” said a voice calmlyAnother voice—higher, venom-smooth—cut through the dark. “You defied the Law. You altered what was written. You saved the mortal girl.”Nanya’s
MY SAVING DOOM THE SENTENCE
The world giving way never felt graceful. It ripped instead — like an answer pulled free, jagged and hot. One moment I stood in the restaurant with the taste of her on my tongue and the echo of her laugh in my bones; the next, the air around me collapsed and something older than time yanked me elsewhere.I hit the dark without a sound, the shock of displacement folding me inward. For a beat I had no sense of up or down, only the raw, panicked animal awareness that I was not where I should be. When the solid ground finally found me it was cold and unfamiliar. Shadows moved like living things. The sky above was bruised, a slow bruise that widened with some deliberate slowness.They were there before my sight had cleared — not in any single direction but filling the space like a sudden storm. Six forms coalesced from the dim, each one an impossible architecture of light and law. Their faces, if they could be called faces, were older than any history I owned. The High Council. Judgment ma
MY SAVING DOOM "GO HOME"
The restaurant was warm with the low murmur of voices, silverware clinking against plates, and the faint scent of garlic and bread wafting from the kitchen. Soft jazz hummed from hidden speakers, trying its best to set a cozy mood. For Ethan, it was probably just another pleasant night out. For me, every second felt like I was balancing on the edge of a knife. I was halfway through forcing myself to laugh at his story about a botched camping trip when the atmosphere shifted. The door opened, and though a dozen other people came and went tonight, this one… this one felt like the air had been sucked clean out of the room. I knew before I saw him. Damian. My pulse slammed in my ears as he stepped inside, moving with a steady, unhurried gait, as though he’d been walking toward me all night. No hesitation. No searching for where I sat. He already knew. He cut through the crowd with impossible grace, and I noticed something strange—people glanced at him once, then quickly looked away,
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