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Chapter 410 - She Is Close

作者: Kristy Pearson
last update 公開日: 2026-08-11 07:57:47

(Arkael Ashborne)

The Ashen Dominion had never truly died.

It had cracked, blackened, and folded in upon itself where ancient magma seas once swept like molten tempests across the northern highlands of the Obsidian Wilds. Courts had abandoned it, treaties had let it rot, and even the most reckless hunters skirted its borders, unwilling to tempt the old predator lands without cause. Ten centuries had passed since Emberborn banners claimed these volcanic ridges, and in that time the dominion h
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    (Arkael Ashborne) Adelaide had crossed Hell because prophecy called her. Not because one lonely Shadow happened to be standing upon the road. Every path eventually led here. To the Ashen Dominion. To the Emberborn throne. To him. If Caelum remembered that, he would be rewarded beyond anything his life had previously offered. If he forgot... Arkael’s thoughts settled with a calm that bordered on the divine, terrifying in its certainty. Then the youngest of his sons might discover that prophecy required sacrifices as readily as it created kings. Arkael remained still, listening to his sons bickering. This was why Vaedryn's voice mattered. Dravenor would have ridden into the caverns, seized the girl by the wrist if necessary and called the act efficiency. Vaedryn understood that a queen dragged through a doorway arrived as a captive, not a sovereign. The difference mattered more than Dravenor wanted it to. “I can take a small escort,” Dravenor said, turning back to Arka

  • The Devil's Broken Doll   Chapter 411 - The Crossing

    (Arkael Ashborne) Arkael crossed the courtyard and entered the western hall, where the roof had collapsed in two places, leaving the corridor open to the molten-coloured sky. Sunless light poured through the gaps, catching in suspended dust and ash, turning every mote into a floating spark. The walls here were less damaged. Long panels of pale stone remained intact, each one threaded with gold and inlaid with crystal scenes from the old dominion: magma seas rising beneath sovereign hands, fire spires bending toward a crowned woman, winged demons kneeling before a flame that bloomed white at its centre. Time had dulled some carvings. Violence had taken others. But beneath the ruin, the artistry remained almost painful in its brilliance. The Citadel buried its beauty beneath power. The Emberborn palace had never seen a reason to separate the two. Arkael moved deeper into the hall, and the hum followed him. Not beneath him now. Around him. The walls warmed as he passed. Fire

  • The Devil's Broken Doll   Chapter 410 - She Is Close

    (Arkael Ashborne) The Ashen Dominion had never truly died. It had cracked, blackened, and folded in upon itself where ancient magma seas once swept like molten tempests across the northern highlands of the Obsidian Wilds. Courts had abandoned it, treaties had let it rot, and even the most reckless hunters skirted its borders, unwilling to tempt the old predator lands without cause. Ten centuries had passed since Emberborn banners claimed these volcanic ridges, and in that time the dominion had become a whispered threat, a rumour carried on sulphur winds, a name uttered with the reverence demons reserved for sleeping monsters, unstable gods, and thrones that once answered only to the call of blood. But dead things did not hum beneath the feet. Arkael felt it long before the palace appeared. The first tremor curled through the black glass plain beneath his boots, a warmth too intentional to be mere heat, too ancient to be mistaken for the idle restlessness of shallow magma. It c

  • The Devil's Broken Doll   Chapter 409 - Alive

    (Apollo)The poison remained. Apollo felt it the instant he reached for the bond, a dull resistance dragging against his awareness like chains pulled through black water. The connection was still damaged, still snarled beneath layers of interference that refused to let him go. For a moment, he thought the effort would end as always: pain, silence, frustration. Then he felt something beyond it. The sensation was so faint he nearly missed it. Not a thought. Not a voice. Not even a clear emotion. Only a presence, lingering on the far side of the poison, fragile enough to vanish if he reached too hungrily, yet undeniably real. Apollo froze. For the first time in days, he could feel her. Not clearly. Not the way he once could, when every shift in her mood travelled effortlessly through the bond and her presence sat constantly in the back of his mind like a second heartbeat. The connection remained frayed and imperfect, its edges blurred by poison and distance alike, but it was th

  • The Devil's Broken Doll   Chapter 408 - When She Turned

    (Apollo) Apollo knew this moment. That was what made it feel obscene. Apollo had stood on this field. He had heard these armies roar across the valley, had breathed this smoke, tasted this ash. He had watched her walk into war, red hair streaming behind her, terrible and radiant and so alive that even Hell itself seemed to recoil from her touch. This was not prophecy veiled in mystery. This was memory, torn from the sealed crypt inside him, dragged into the light without mercy and forced to breathe again. Apollo had spent centuries choosing which memories of her he allowed himself to revisit. This had never been one of them. Something in him recoiled from it. Not fear. Violation. The dead should not move unless he commanded. The past should not open unless he forced it open himself. Yet there she stood, in the full splendour of the woman he had loved before grief built a kingdom from his ruin. For a heartbeat, he hated the vision with such pure intensity that the battlefi

  • The Devil's Broken Doll   Chapter 407 - Blood Surrender

    (Apollo) The healer called it treatment. Apollo called it desperation. The distinction mattered to him far more than it mattered to anyone else in the room. He sat utterly still in the throne-like chair beside the eastern brazier, one arm draped over the carved obsidian as if staking his claim to the stone itself. Dark crystal tubing vanished beneath the bandages at his wrist, a silent thief draining him drop by drop. The line arched downward in a slow, deliberate curve, emptying his blood into a silver vessel that gleamed hungrily in the firelight. Every few seconds, another pulse of crimson surged through the tubing, catching the flames and painting the air with the living proof of his weakness. His blood. His surrender. His humiliation, exposed and inescapable. The healer had explained the process twice already. The poison remained active within his system. Too much had entered his bloodstream. Too much had settled into places ordinary antidotes struggled to reach. The bod

  • The Devil's Broken Doll   Chapter 163 - Whispered Words

    (Apollo & Adelaide) The throne room did not empty. It bled out, slow and reluctant. It drained, slow as cooling blood. At Apollo’s dismissal, demons scattered like ash caught in a furnace draft. They retreated the way smoke does when cold air invades—slow, unwilling, eyes clinging to the throne,

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  • The Devil's Broken Doll   Chapter Ninety - The Movement of Magic

    (Caelum Ashborne) He wanted to know the sound she would make with his hands on her, not the Devil’s. The thought startled him—hit him like a spark against dry tinder. It should have repulsed him, should have sent disgust clawing up his throat. Instead, heat pooled low in his gut, heavy and insist

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  • The Devil's Broken Doll   Chapter Forty-Five - A Prophet's Words

    (Apollo)Hell breathed differently when Apollo lost control.Shadows tightened. Fire held its breath. Stone trembled in its ancient foundations. The very air seemed to thicken with soot and heat, as if the realm itself were bracing for impact.And tonight— Hell suffocated. The vaulted ceilings swea

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  • The Devil's Broken Doll   Chapter Thirty-Eight - Mortal Flesh

    (Apollo)Smoke trailed behind him as his feet barely touched the ground. The torches flared violently as he passed, reacting to the magic rolling off him in waves. Shadows chased at his heels like hunting hounds, drawn to their master’s rising fury.He burst into the hallway leading to his chambers

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