LOGIN“When you became a knight, I asked him about that and about the holly wars. He said he did terrible things to survive… for the good of others. The way he saw it, he was a predatory when he put on the armour. Just like a wolf hunting for dinner. But when he took it off, he was just a man.” Amelia said, her green eyes traveling over Luz’s bronze armour. Luz’s breath hitched. He stood motionless, the words settling over him like a heavy shroud. The comparison– the wolf, the armour, the man underneath– it was too close. Too accurate. He looked down at his hands, the black veins pulsing faintly beneath the black steel of his bronze gauntlets. “Your father,” he said, his voice cracking for the first time. “He was a good man.”Luz looked back at her, and for a moment, the crimson in his eyes receded entirely, leaving only the warm, amber light of the man he used to be. The light of the knight who had once sat a
In the dream Luz stumbled forward, his knees hitting soft grass instead of hard earth. The child reached him, a blur of sun-drenched hair and small gasping hands. He scooped the weight into his arms, pressing his face against a tiny neck that smelled of milk and sunshine. “I am here,” he whispered into the dream child’s hair. “I am here.” The world around them was perfect. A house with a thatched roof stood nearby, smoke curling lazily from a chimney. Amelia was there too, standing in the doorway, her face unlined by grief or fear, her green eyes bright with a peace he had thought impossible. But even as he clung to the warmth, a shadow crept across the golden meadow.The edges of the dream began to fray, turning grey and cold. The laughter of the child distorted, stretching thin like pulling silk. “No,” he gasped, his grip tightening on the child. “Luz,” Amelia’s voice echoed, pulling him out of the cold. “Wak
“I would have burned the whole world down to keep you safe,” Luz said, his voice cracking. “I would have carried you across every battlefield, every mountain, ever river. Do you think I would have left you behind?” he shook his head, a bitter broken movement. “I thought I was protecting you by pushing you away. I thought if you stayed far from me, thee darkness would not fine you.” His eyes searched Amelia’s, the amber in his left eye flickering like a candle in a storm. “But all I did was leave you along in the dark,” he pressed his face into her palms, his breathing ragged against her skin. “I will finish this,” he said with a newfound confidence and determination. Amelia leaned down to kiss his forehead. “I know you will,” she said softly.The kiss on Luz’s forehead felt like a blessing. He closed his eyes, leaning into the touch. For a heartbeat, the darkness within him went silent, leavin
The guards surrounded the village before most of its inhabitants even realised they were there. Mounted on powerful horses, they formed a wide ring around the scattered stone huts, blocking every path that led toward the mountains and the distant coastline. Their horses shifted restlessly beneath them, hooves crushing the grass and churning the muddy ground. The guards wore polished steel armour beneath dark blue cloaks emblazoned with golden fleur-de-lis, their banners fluttering in the mountain breeze. Some carried spears held upright beside their saddles, while others rested their hands on the hilts of their swords. They sat rigidly in their saddles, watching the villagers with cold, unwavering attention. There was no shouting, no explanation for their arrival. Their presence alone made their intentions seem unmistakable. “Take three, kill the rest,” Brain ordered. Estrela watched the village react. A woman abandoned a basket of washing beside a w
“Resilience is enough. We are still here Luz. We are still fighting for more,” Amelia said quickly. “Admit it, the possibility of a future with me is enough.” His hand tightened over hers. The metal of his gauntlet pressed into her skin, but the gesture was not cold– it was anchoring. “The possibility,” he repeated. He said it like he was testing the weight of a weapon, gauging its strength. A low, bitter laugh escaped him– a sound that started in his chest and died before it could reach his lips. It was not a laugh of amusement, but of disbelief. Of a man who had forgotten what it felt like to believe in something other than survival. “You are relentless,” he said, and there was a trace of something old and warm in his voice– the ghost of a smile that had not touched his face in years.Luz leaned down, his forehead pressing against Amelia’s one more, the ash silver strand of his hair falling like a curta
Estrela thought back to the past. Recalling Orgullo’s rage toward the old Gods and their followers”“You have a choice,” Estrela said to the village, her voice devoid of emotion, felt and terrifyingly calm. “One of you will speak. One of you will tell me exactly where Escuro went.” She reached for her blade, the steel singing as it cleared the scabbard by only a few inches. The sound was small in the vastness of the village, yet it carried like thunder. “And the rest of you will watch what happens when a village chooses to protect a fugitive.” The black-haired men’s jaw worked silently, his face draining of colour. The woman who had placed her hand on the man’s shoulder pulled back as if she has been burned. Her fingers trembled and she retreated toward a nearby hut, her eyes wide with a terror that was no longer directed at the stranger, but at the woman standing before them. “We have noth
“Found a way?” his voice rose sharply, echoing in the black tent. “There was no way! You think I wanted to abandon you? To watch you grown up without me while I became this… this monster?” he gestured wildly at his corrupted form, at the dark marks creeping up his neck and the crimson sigils puls
“I don’t mind being consumed either,” Amelia said softly. “You don’t know what you are saying,” Luz whispered harshly, his hands trembling slightly as they frame Amelia’s face. “Being consumed means becoming a monster. Losing everything that makes you human.” The darkness on his chest pulsed viol
Luz’s grip on Amelia’s red hair tightened slightly, both painfully but demanding obedience. The black vein on his neck pulsed furiously as the Darkness within him sensed the victory– this human soul willingly surrendering herself. “You will sleep in my quarters and eat at my table. Every Corrompi
“That is not you fate,” Luz declared firmly, his voice carrying the authority of someone used to giving orders that were obeyed without question. “You are not some chattel to be bartered away to the highest bidder.” He closed the distance between them again in two long strides, his armoured form







