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Chapter 154 - The Devil Strikes
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The Devil's Broken Doll Chapter 156 - Dance With The Devil
(Apollo, Adelaide & Caelum)Adelaide lifted her hands. And for the first time, she didn’t build the attack. She remembered it.The knowledge rose up through her like muscle memory—ancient, precise, burned into her bones long before this body had existed. Fire gathered at her fingertips, not as chaos but as intent. It felt less like summoning and more like opening her hands to something that had been waiting behind her ribs for centuries.The air around her tightened. The lava beneath the pit surged. The pit’s sigils brightened as if startled awake, and for a blink, Adelaide saw them not as carvings but as script, an old language trying to pronounce her name.Apollo’s eyes narrowed, wings flexing instinctively as the mountain itself seemed to lean closer.Adelaide stepped forward. And Hell braced itself.She inhaled. And the fire moved.It wasn’t elegant. It wasn’t shaped. It spiralled neatly from her hands the way Cael had taught her to coax flame into obedience. It tore free—an erupt
The Devil's Broken Doll Chapter 155 - The Shape of a Soul
(Apollo, Adelaide & Caelum)Heat and force slammed into her chest simultaneously, not fire but pressure, dense and merciless, as if Heaven itself had hurled a cathedral at her. The impact ripped the breath from her lungs, sent her skidding across stone. Boots shrieked against obsidian. Spine jarred. The world shrank to impact and noise: a crack of pressure, skin scraping through cloth, a wheeze that tried and failed to become breath.For a fraction of a second, as she struck the ground, white fire seared her vision—not pain, not panic, but memory stripped of context. A silent choir-note, absolute, vibrating through bone.The world rang in her ears. Stone bit into her spine. Vision flared red, then narrowed to a single, furious point. Her hands clawed at the floor, fingers stinging where stone tore skin.For just a few seconds, she couldn’t move. Not because her flame was gone—far from it. It raged, affronted, clawing up her throat and down her arms. Her body simply hadn’t been ready.
The Devil's Broken Doll Chapter 154 - The Devil Strikes
(Apollo, Adelaide & Caelum)Apollo emerged from the dark at the edge of the pit without ceremony. No trumpet of heat. No theatrical flare. Just the sudden sensation of the air being re-measured, as if the room itself had snapped to attention.He wore his human shape, but it clung to him like a rumour—convincing at a distance, treacherous up close. Tall and broad-shouldered, built with a symmetry so precise it felt engineered for conquest, not comfort. Bare arms, thick with corded muscle, moved with lazy certainty, as if strength were not something he flexed but something he inhabited. Bare hands, empty of weapons, because weapons were redundant when he himself was one. His torso was unarmoured, skin stretched over defined planes of muscle, abdomen taut and exposed like an offering no one had asked for, but everyone was forced to see.Adelaide felt it first in her stomach—a slow, traitorous heat curling low, her body remembering things it should not. That form knew exactly how to touch
The Devil's Broken Doll Chapter 153 - To Wield What You Own
(Adelaide & Caelum)Her Emberflame responded first. Not flaring. Turning its attention outward, like an animal lifting its head. She opened her eyes and found Cael immediately, now standing near the other side of the pit.“Defence only,” Cael said. “Do not pursue. Do not answer force with force. You let it slide.”A shadow cut toward her ribs without warning.Adelaide startled, flame snapping up instinctively, too sharp, too fast. The shadow shattered—but the recoil rocked her backward a step, heat flaring wide instead of holding close.“Too much,” Cael said immediately. “You met it head-on.”She narrowed her eyes, irritation flashing across her face. “It worked.”“And if I hadn’t stopped it short?” he countered. “You’d have been off balance and exposed. Again.”She frowned but nodded her agreement.“Retake your stance,” Cael instructed.She obeyed, shifting her stance until the heat beneath the obsidian pressed evenly through both soles.“No,” Cael corrected immediately. He stepped c
The Devil's Broken Doll Chapter 152 - The Tug of Power
(Adelaide & Caelum)Adelaide's awareness rose through dark. Her body followed. And with it, the Emberflame.Cael felt it.Not the full force—nothing so obvious—but a brush of something colder and heavier than any other fire, like a distant bell struck once beneath stone. His shadows tightened reflexively, every instinct flaring sharp and alert. For half a breath, he thought she might call it forth. Thought he felt the edge of something sovereign stir.Then she didn’t.The pressure receded. What remained was familiar. Gold. Ember-warm. Controlled.Cael shifted his stance slightly, testing her focus the way he would test an unstable structure. The scrape of his boot against stone sounded too loud in the cavern’s hush.Adelaide adjusted instinctively—not by leaning outward, but by drawing inward. The Emberflame deepened, pressing down instead of out, rooting itself further into her consciousness. Her shoulders loosened a fraction. Her jaw unclenched.Cael exhaled, relief sharp enough to
The Devil's Broken Doll Chapter 151 - The Hollow Within
(Adelaide & Caelum)The training pits did not care who she was. They never had. They lay open beneath the mountain like a scar that refused to heal—obsidian floors webbed with old fractures, air heavy with residual magic soaked so deep into the stone it hummed even untouched. This was not a place for triumph. It was a place for restraint failing.The cavern breathed heat in slow waves, sulphur and iron thick on her tongue. Old sigils glimmered faintly beneath soot and scorch-marks, their lines warped by centuries of impact. Every sound echoed wrong here, swallowed and returned as something sharper, like the mountain was tasting it before letting it go.Cael didn’t take her to the same scar in the mountain.He led her upward.The route narrowed into a spine of stairs carved straight through basalt, steep enough to bite the calves, old enough that the stone had been worn smooth by centuries of disciplined feet. The air changed as they climbed: cooler, thinner, edged with mineral sharpne
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