LOGINThe Slums – Main Garage DistrictThe billboard groaned above her, its rusted metal frame shrieking as it tore free from its anchors. Beatrice looked up, her eyes wide with terror, her body frozen on the cold, wet concrete. The rain was falling harder now, fat droplets that splattered against her face and blurred her vision. She could see the massive panel tilting, the faded advertisement for a defunct soda brand peeling away as gravity claimed it.She squeezed her eyes shut, her arms flying up to shield her head, and waited for the crushing impact.But,it never came.Instead, she felt a pair of strong arms wrap around her waist, yanking sideways with enough force to send her skidding across the wet pavement. She hit the ground hard, her shoulder slamming into a puddle, but the arms didn't let go. They pulled her against a solid chest, shielding her body with their own as the billboard crashed down exactly where she had been standing, exploding into a shower of splintered wood and twi
Saviour Alive Church – The RectoryKrystal's fingers twisted into the fabric of Zerus's cassock, her grip fierce and unrelenting. Her eyes was still red-rimmed and glassy with tears they bore into his with a desperation that bordered on fury."Answer me," she demanded, her voice raw. "That symbol and serpent tattoo That's the Satan Heirs, isn't it? You're one of them!."Zerus looked down at her, his pale eyes unreadable. The blood from his shoulder wound had soaked through the white shirt, spreading like a dark flower across his chest. He didn't flinch or pull away. He simply stood there, letting her hold him, letting her demand the truth he had spent years burying.Austin stepped forward, his hand hovering near Zerus's arm. "Krystal, maybe you should—""No," she cut him off, not taking her eyes off Zerus. "No. He owes me an answer. I came to this church,knelt in that booth and told him things I've never told anyone. And all this time—" Her voice cracked, and she swallowed hard. "All
Austin still stood frozen in the doorway, his jaw hanging open. His eyes darted from the blood soaking from Z's shoulder to Krystal's hands still tangled in her dark hair. Disbelief carved lines into his face that grief had put minutes ago.Z didn't pull away,his mouth stayed on hers eating her whole not even planning but he stopped when he was sastified before he lifted his head. He turned toward the doorway with the kind of calm that only came after surviving hell.Krystal scrambled back, her breath catching in her throat. Her palms were shaking against the sheets. Shame and heat warred under her skin, she shaking and still in shock.Austin blinked hard, like he was trying to wake up. The gun in his hand trembled once, then fell to the floor with a dull crack. "You're alive," he rasped, the words breaking on the way out.Z reached for the clean shirt and wire it over the wound. Blood immediately stained the white fabric. He didn't wince and even didn't look down.Austin took two un
Colt smirk didn't reach his eyes.If anything is dark than darkness itself it his eyes, they were darker now, scanning her like she was a problem he didn't ask for."Let me go," Beatrice repeated, but her voice came out smaller than she wanted.Colt tilted his head. "And what? So you can run back to your daddy and tell him colt's hiding in the slums?" His hand was still on her butt.Warm and heavy "You don't get to follow me, watch me, and then pretend you're terrified.""I'm not terrified." Beatrice snapped"Liar." Colt cut in not looking at her eyes again."Why did you follow me?" he asked and drop her but he's still holding her hand."Because you laughed at me," she shot back. "In front of everyone. Like I was nothing.""And this fixes that?" He walk closer to her making Beatrice to step back but he pull her pack to hum, and Beatrice felt it the strength in him, the way he could break her without trying. "You think finding me here makes you powerful, Beatrice?"Before she could answe
Colt smirk didn't reach his eyes.If anything is dark than darkness itself it his eyes, they were darker now, scanning her like she was a problem he didn't ask for."Let me go," Beatrice repeated, but her voice came out smaller than she wanted.Colt tilted his head. "And what? So you can run back to your daddy and tell him colt's hiding in the slums?" His hand was still on her butt.Warm and heavy "You don't get to follow me, watch me, and then pretend you're terrified.""I'm not terrified." Beatrice snapped"Liar." Colt cut in not looking at her eyes again."Why did you follow me?" he asked and drop her but he's still holding her hand."Because you laughed at me," she shot back. "In front of everyone. Like I was nothing.""And this fixes that?" He walk closer to her making Beatrice to step back but he pull her pack to hum, and Beatrice felt it the strength in him, the way he could break her without trying. "You think finding me here makes you powerful, Beatrice?"Before she could answe
Elena head was ringing hard that her heartbeat is so loud. The the man before her, just call her anathema...... Did she hear right or is just her imagination. She shift back by placing her hands on his chest with out looking his face she put her head down, her lips swollen. And that was when Damien head snapped back he face the front to see cars circled them , horning some are even shouting. But the knock on the car window make him look up to see a cop. The honks hadn’t stopped, there's twenty cars waiting for them to move their lights blinding the windshield. Damien didn’t move from his position,his eyes were still on her mouth,dark and unreadable. Then he looked up finally and saw the flashing lights,he exhaled through his nose like he was bored. Two cops approached as Damien rolled down the window, seeing their face he brought out his phone and dialled a number saying one word. Five minutes later a man in an expensive suit ran to where Damien car is ,Damien’s lawyer.
The courthouse at 3 AM smelled like old carpet, cold coffee, and decisions that couldn’t be undone.Elena stepped inside and the sound of her heels echoed off marble floors that hadn’t seen a janitor in hours. There were no reporters. No photographers. No family. Just two bored clerks, a sleep-depr
Elena Cross stood in the hallway of her childhood home and listened to her life being sold.The walls here were thick with memory. The wallpaper was the same pale blue her mother had chosen twenty-six years ago, when Elena was born and they still pretended they were a normal family. The carpet unde
~Nextday morning~Elena woke up to the smell of antiseptic and . For a second, she thought she was back in the east wing bedroom. Then the pain hit. Her back felt like it had been flayed open and stitched back together with fire. She bit down on a groan and forced her eyes open. White ceiling.
Damien woke at with a splitting headache and the taste of whiskey still coating his tongue.For a second, he thought it had been a nightmare. The courthouse at 3 AM. The rushed vows. The girl in the ivory dress who wasn’t Sophia.Then he saw her.Elena Cross sat on the edge of the bed, wrapped in a







