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The hollowed throne

Penulis: C.s miracle
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-06-12 04:33:18

The moon over New York hung like a sliver of silver as Bain sat once again in his private study. But this time, his desk was not covered in financial ledgers or Brotherhood files—it was covered in ancient maps, torn scrolls, and blood-sealed parchments.

Cassie entered quietly, Aragorn asleep in her arms. Cassian followed closely behind, eyes glowing faintly.

“They’re assembling already,” she whispered.

Bain looked up. “Good. We don’t have much time.”

The transmission flickered alive — across secure, enchanted channels, the faces of Vulture, Petrov, Sokolov, Seraphina, and Malthea appeared one after the other. They were scattered across multiple continents now, gathering their own factions, networks, and allies.

“The last relic is guarded inside the Hollow Throne,” Seraphina began. “But it’s more than a fortress — it’s the ancient seat where the Hollow King first descended into this realm. His dominion folds space, time, and spirit.”

Vulture exhaled sharply. “A suicide mission.”

“No,”
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    The sea was not calm.Not the surface — that was mirror-like, reflecting starlight and silence. But beneath, in the hollows of the Ionian trench, something pulsed. Something called.Cassian woke screaming.Bain, already dressed in black, stormed into his son’s room. “Cass?”Cassian was standing on the bed, palms glowing faintly, eyes rolled back.“They’re under the water!” he cried. “Sleeping, not dead — dreaming!”Elias arrived next, breathless. “The second gate,” he murmured. “It’s starting.”By dawn, the Thorned Circle was gathered again.Seraphina drew a map in light across the air: the Ionian Sea glowing red.“They are called The Drowned Kin. They were banished before the Hollow King rose, older than Valeria’s cult, older than the first relics.”“And now they’re waking?” Cassie asked, Aragorn squirming in her arms.“Because Aragorn exists,” Malthea said quietly. “Because light this strong shakes old shadows loose.”Vulture, half-awake, barked into the mirror-sigil from his remote

  • The mafia’s captive    Afterlight

    Months had passed since the fall of Valeria and the obliteration of the Hollow King.The world, strangely, had not ended.Aragorn was crawling now—his tiny hands brushing ancient runes without flinching, his eyes a shade of luminous gold not found in any book. Sometimes, when he babbled, lights flickered. Sometimes, the shadows paused. Once, the television turned itself on and displayed nothing but static—and Cassian quietly unplugged it without a word, then hugged his brother close.No one said it aloud, but they all knew: Aragorn’s powers were not ordinary. Not even among the gifted. Neither were Elias’s or Cassian’s.And that terrified them just enough to keep them watchful.Bain returned to New York quietly, seamlessly reintegrating into the criminal underworld. With Viktor at his side, operations resumed like a well-oiled machine. Clubs reopened, smugglers rerouted, and debt collectors went back to breaking legs. It was comforting in its brutality—a violent normalcy that masked t

  • The mafia’s captive    Ritual of severance

    The wind howled through the narrow corridors of the Pyrenees mountains as the Thorned Circle arrived at the forgotten temple where it all began. Nestled within rock and bone, the entrance to the Veiled Mural pulsed like a sleeping heart—ancient, wrong, and waiting.Bain stood at the threshold, flanked by Petrov and Sokolov. Behind them, Vulture barked orders into his comms, securing every access point with both enchantments and trained Brotherhood operatives. The mafia moved like shadows—efficient, lethal, watching the perimeter.Cassie held Aragorn tightly, wrapped in woven silk threaded with sigils of protection. Elias stood beside her, eyes narrowed, while Cassian stared forward as if the mural were whispering directly into his soul.Seraphina’s voice was steady.“The temporary seal we placed before has thinned. Something’s been pushing against it from the inside.”Malthea added grimly,“If we don’t sever it now—utterly—it will open.”II. The DescentThe group descended into the mu

  • The mafia’s captive    Aragorn surge

    Two nights after Lysara’s visit, Seraphina and Malthea convened with her again, this time in the inner sanctum beneath the fortress. The runes glowed faintly, sensing the old blood magic that clung to Lysara’s skin.“You said you meant no harm,” Seraphina said carefully. “But you came here with half-truths.”Lysara’s eyes gleamed.“I told you what you needed to hear.”“You lied.”Malthea’s voice was colder.“You never wanted to warn us. You came to measure Aragorn. To measure him.”Lysara smiled thinly, unbothered.“His light stirs planes none of you can yet comprehend. The Verdant Watch waits. And we are not the only ones.”Then, without another word, she vanished into thin air, leaving behind only a faint scent of burned myrrh and decaying leaves.Seraphina’s hands curled into fists.“We have less time than we thought.”II. Aragorn’s SurgeThe fortress entered a state of heightened alert. The Brotherhood moved with precise discipline—spells were strengthened, mafia businesses ran sm

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    The weeks that followed brought something unfamiliar: quiet.The Brotherhood’s businesses expanded. New York pulsed beneath their control, and across Europe and Asia, the families whispered once again of Bain and his Brotherhood—how they had crushed Valeria’s remnants and returned to power even stronger.But beneath the calm, small tremors flickered.Seraphina noticed first.Then Malthea.Subtle, almost imperceptible. A ripple in the Veil. A soft pulse of displaced air. A breath from something that should not exist.“It isn’t the Hollow King,” Malthea assured Bain one night in the war room. “But his death unbalanced other planes.”Seraphina nodded, tracing her fingers along the ironwood table inscribed with ancient runes.“We created a void. Something will try to fill it.”Bain’s jaw clenched.“We’ll deal with it—like we always do.”II. Family in NormalcyWhile the mages spoke of dimensional echoes, life inside the fortress carried on.Cassie tended to Aragorn, now six months old, his

  • The mafia’s captive    End or beginning

    New York City glittered beneath them as the private plane touched down. But to the Thorned Circle, this was no longer just their city — it was their sanctuary.The war was over.Valeria was gone.The Hollow King — sealed, banished, erased.What remained was the fragile breath after survival.The Brotherhood descended one by one: Bain leading, Cassie holding baby Aragorn against her chest, Elias gripping Cassie’s free hand, while Cassian — silent and sharp-eyed — walked beside his father.Behind them followed Petrov, Sokolov, and Vulture. Their suits pressed. Their weapons holstered. Mafia kings returning to their empire — but as something far more than crime lords now.“Feels… strange,” Vulture muttered as the cool night air wrapped around them.“Because we lived,” Bain said simply. “And most don’t.”⸻II. The World BeneathThe Brotherhood fortress had changed too. Ancient wards hummed quietly under the surface. Malthea and Seraphina’s enchantments laced the very walls with quiet prot

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