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The mafia’s captive The thread and flame
The Forest of Nine Paths – Hidden HavenThe flames curled upward from the chalice, violet and gold licking the edges of the dark iron. Seraphina stood still, robes wrapped tightly around her as the cold wind screamed between twisted trees. She had been here once before — a lifetime ago, it felt.And then, from between the ancient roots of the Hallowed Elm, a figure emerged.Malthea.She wore a crown of dried poppy stems and bone-white feathers. Her eyes, still that piercing onyx, had seen centuries. Her smile, when it came, was not warm — but it was real.“About time you asked for my help, Sera,” Malthea said.Seraphina released the breath she’d held. “I didn’t want to drag you into this.”“Oh, darling.” Malthea smirked, brushing her long silver hair over one shoulder. “You didn’t drag me. I ran.”They embraced, quickly, fiercely — like soldiers, not sisters.“I need your Sight,” Seraphina whispered. “There’s a woman. Valeria. She’s trying to break the veil. Not just to return — but t
The mafia’s captive The hollow and the hearth
Corsican Sanctuary – The Lower Crypt“Stop fidgeting,” Seraphina snapped, placing a hand over Cassian’s chest. “The threads are sensitive.”Cassian stared up at her, utterly calm now, despite the circle of salt and smoke surrounding him. The three-year-old had settled in the middle of the ritual diagram, clutching his father’s rosary — a black-beaded piece once soaked in blood, now repurposed for hope.Bain crouched beside him, one knee on the ground, fists clenched on his thighs.“I don’t like this,” he murmured.“None of us do,” Seraphina said, her hair wild, skin streaked in ash. “But if Valeria links herself to him before we can break the connection… she’ll consume him from within.”Cassie stood near the doorway, flanked by Elias and Petrov.She clutched her belly protectively, her gaze steady. “Do it.”Cassian looked up at Seraphina. “Will it hurt?”Her hard exterior cracked just slightly. “No, little storm. But you must speak her name. Only once. With love. Then say ‘no.’”Cassi
The mafia’s captive Blood knows blood
New York – The LoftCassian stood in the center of the living room, silent and wide-eyed.Three years old, with Bain’s eyes and Cassie’s stubborn chin, the boy clutched his blanket like a shield. The nightlight pulsed oddly — dimmer, flickering — and the glass of water on the table had frozen over despite the warm spring air.Cassie, eight months pregnant and achy, pulled her robe tighter as she entered with Elias behind her. “Baby? What is it?”Cassian looked up at her.“I heard the bad song again.”Elias stiffened.Cassie crouched down. “The… song?”Cassian nodded solemnly, his words slow. “The lady with no skin sings it. She says she’ll take you away.”Cassie’s hands trembled.Bain entered the room a second later, gun still tucked in the back of his waistband, a cold sheen of sweat across his brow. He’d just returned from one of Malthea’s binding rituals.“Cassian,” he said gently, kneeling. “Did she talk to you again?”The boy nodded. “She said you’ll burn for the names.”Bain exc
The mafia’s captive The dream
The Dream-SpaceElias stood on a hill made of bones.The sky bled violet above him, swirling with black crows and soft whispers. Everything beneath his feet pulsed, as if the very bones remembered pain. He was barefoot, clothed in ash. Ahead stood the boy — Matias.His twin in age. His opposite in light.Matias wore a tattered white tunic and a necklace of finger bones. His violet eyes glowed. But his mouth never moved.Elias felt the pull — a connection like a wire twisted tight between them.And then Matias spoke, though his lips never parted.“Come home, brother.”Elias stepped forward. The air grew thick with memories not his own: women screaming, steel doors slamming, the quiet hum of a surgical table. The children Valeria broke.“No,” Elias said. “You’re not my brother. You’re her weapon.”Matias moved fast — too fast. He appeared inches from Elias’s face, knife drawn from his rib like bone snapped free.“You were supposed to be one of us.”He slashed.Elias ducked, rolled, and
The mafia’s captive Ashes of the bloodborn
Deep in the old Balkan woodlands, the monastery had long since collapsed — a ruin swallowed by vines, earth, and silence. The corrupted child Valeria had marked — her favorite one — was twelve now. His name was Matias. He spoke little, blinked too slowly, and didn’t bleed when cut. But his mind… it had grown sharp.Sharp enough to kill.Valeria knelt before him in the moonlit clearing, laying a hand over the sigil scorched onto his chest. Her flesh sizzled on contact.“Are you ready to meet your brother?” she whispered.Matias nodded once.New York – Three days later.A massacre.The call had come at 4 a.m. Bain was dressed and on the road in five minutes. By 4:30, Vulture, Sokolov, and Petrov had met him on site — a school for orphaned immigrant children in Queens. The scene was pure horror. Forty children, untouched. Four adults, mutilated. One child — missing. The CCTV had been wiped.Only the last few frames remained.They showed a pale boy with violet-lit eyes standing still in t
The mafia’s captive Bloodlines and burdens
Far in the mountains of Georgia, nestled behind the overgrown remnants of a monastery, stood a small, ivy-covered orphanage built centuries ago by priests who once held dominion over forgotten spirits. The children inside — barely thirty of them — were descendants of bloodlines that once helped seal the darkness now awakening again.Tonight, it was quiet.Until the trees began to bleed.At exactly midnight, the wind howled, not with air — but with whispers.The door opened without hands.Inside, Sister Elena clutched her crucifix as black tendrils slid under the floorboards. Her breath turned to frost. The holy water on her table hissed and evaporated.Then came the footsteps.Valeria stood in the doorway, draped in red velvet and bone beads, her feet blackened by ritual burns. Her eyes glowed not with fire, but with mourning. She moved like something remembered by nightmares.“Sister,” she said. “I’ve come to unmake a tether.”“Leave these children!” the nun gasped.Valeria merely sm
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