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Tainted Desires; Demons. Darkness. Damnation A Year Of Light
A year passed.And for once, it was a year without blood.The mansion that had once been a monument to pain now breathed peace.The halls no longer echoed with gunfire or fear — only the gentle chaos of family, laughter, and love.Kaira and Kassia were walking now — twin whirlwinds of mischief and giggles, forever chasing after their brother Cael, who had somehow learned to run before he could even talk.Their laughter filled every corner of the mansion like sunlight.Castelle had insisted on planting white roses in the courtyard — “for peace,” she said. Kane had rolled his eyes but secretly ordered more, until the entire southern garden bloomed in pale petals.Lyra had given birth months earlier to a healthy baby boy and named him Lucian She’d cried when she held him the first time, whispering through her tears, “I don’t deserve him.”Lucien had silenced her with a kiss and said, “You deserve everything.”Matteo and Mason had become the mansion’s unofficial comedians, always bicker
Tainted Desires; Demons. Darkness. Damnation Dawn Of The Salvatores
The rain came softly that morning, steady and unbroken, as though the sky itself mourned.Everyone stood beneath black umbrellas in the courtyard, faces solemn as the coffins were lowered into the earth. The names etched into the plaques belonged to those who had fallen during Delilah’s last assault — men who had given their lives to defend the Abyss Mansion.Kane stood front and center, his expression carved from stone. Castelle, her rounded belly visible even beneath her dark dress, clutched his arm. When the priest spoke the final words, she lowered her head and whispered a silent prayer, lips trembling.Lucien stood a few feet away, one hand resting protectively on Lyra’s back. Matteo had an arm around Mason, whose face was pale but alive — his laughter, his energy, his fire all dimmed, but his heart still beating.When the last shovel of dirt hit the coffins, the rain eased. No words were said. The family turned away quietly — mourning not just those they buried, but everything t
Tainted Desires; Demons. Darkness. Damnation Ashes And Honor
The sky wept first.A steady, unrelenting rain fell over the courtyard as the black flags of the Salvatore crest fluttered half-mast against the gray dawn. The air was heavy with silence — the kind that pressed on the chest and refused to lift.Rows of coffins lined the courtyard, draped in the family’s sigil: a silver vine intertwined with a burning crown. The scent of wet soil mixed with the faint tang of gunpowder still lingering from the war that had razed the mansion only days before.Kane stood at the front, dressed in black from neck to boots. His expression was unreadable — calm, composed, but the vein at his temple pulsed steadily. Castelle was beside him, her rounded belly visible beneath her black coat, her hand gripping his tightly.Lucien and Matteo stood a few feet behind, both in silent mourning. Rem’s face was hidden under his umbrella, his jaw tight, eyes red but unblinking.The priest’s voice echoed through the rain. “They stood in the shadow of death… and did not f
Tainted Desires; Demons. Darkness. Damnation Ashes And Honor
The sky wept first.A steady, unrelenting rain fell over the courtyard as the black flags of the Salvatore crest fluttered half-mast against the gray dawn. The air was heavy with silence — the kind that pressed on the chest and refused to lift.Rows of coffins lined the courtyard, draped in the family’s sigil: a silver vine intertwined with a burning crown. The scent of wet soil mixed with the faint tang of gunpowder still lingering from the war that had razed the mansion only days before.Kane stood at the front, dressed in black from neck to boots. His expression was unreadable — calm, composed, but the vein at his temple pulsed steadily. Castelle was beside him, her rounded belly visible beneath her black coat, her hand gripping his tightly.Lucien and Matteo stood a few feet behind, both in silent mourning. Rem’s face was hidden under his umbrella, his jaw tight, eyes red but unblinking.The priest’s voice echoed through the rain. “They stood in the shadow of death… and did not f
Tainted Desires; Demons. Darkness. Damnation Fire And Blood
The calm before the storm was deceptive. The mansion which was once a fortress of power and family—had fallen into a lull of false peace. Children’s laughter echoed faintly through the courtyard; Castelle sat by the window, tracing patterns on the fogged glass as rain whispered against the panes.Kane had just left for a strategy meeting with Lucien and Matteo. For the first time in months, there was quiet. Real quiet.Then it came.The alarms.A distant boom shook the earth beneath the mansion, followed by a ripple of shouts. Bullets cracked the air. Windows shattered. The smell of gunpowder invaded every corridor like a ghost of war.Kane’s office doors burst open. Rem stumbled in first, gun drawn.“Breach!” he barked. “They’re inside the south wing—militia, heavily armed. Someone coordinated this from inside!”Lucien’s hand went instantly to his weapon. “Where’s Castelle?”“In her room with Kareen,” Rem replied, voice sharp with panic.Kane’s eyes darkened. The old, dangerous calm
Tainted Desires; Demons. Darkness. Damnation The Alleged Calm
The week after the courtyard gathering, the mansion carried a strange quiet — not heavy, not sad, but full.The healer stayed a few more days, moving through the halls like an unseen guardian. Every morning, she brewed her bitter teas in the kitchen while Mason teased her that she made the house smell “like old trees and forgotten dreams.”She would laugh, shake her head, and tell him, “That’s the smell of healing, little one. Don’t get too used to it — peace never stays forever.”Kane had started sleeping again.Not much — two, maybe three hours a night — but it was something. Castelle noticed the difference in his face: the sharp edges of exhaustion softening into the quiet lines of a man relearning peace.He still woke sometimes drenched in sweat, reaching for her. But now, when his hands trembled, she didn’t stop them. She simply held them still until his breathing evened.“Maybe you’re right,” he murmured one night, voice low against her skin. “Maybe we can have this. A life. Wit
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