LOGIN“Escuro,” Escuridade gasped out, arching into his touch. The word was part plea, part command. “Stop teasing me like this.” Her own hands moved from his chest to grip his shoulders tightly, nails biting into the muscle there. The familiar darkness within her seemed to recede completely under the flood of sensation coursing through her veins. Escuro’s one hand moved from her breast to undo the binds that hold his robe closed, parting his robe so his muscular chest
The contact of Escuro’s arousal against Escuridade’s core sent a fresh wave of heat racing through her veins, far more intense that the first time. She could feel the thrum of his pulse against her, a steady, driving rhythm that seemed to synchronize with the beating of her own heart. Her legs wound around his waist, pulling him flush against her, her heels digging into he small of his back. The darkness in the room flared again, responding to the renewed intensity, shadows stretching long and deep across the walls like reaching fingers. “Escuro,” she breathed, her voice a ragged thread of sound. Her eyes were wide, the purple glow within them bright and hungry. “Now. I want you now.”Escuridade gripped Escuro’s forearms, her nails pressing into his skin as she arched her hips upward, meeting him hallway, desperate to close the final distance between them. “Gods, you are irresistible,” he said, before thrusting deep inside
The coarse fabric of Escuridade’s robes was cast aside, leaving her skin bare and vulnerable to the cool air and his warmth. “Escuro,” she murmured, her voice caught between a plea and a command. The shadows in the room had grown quiet now, almost respectful, huddling in the corners like a spectator at a sacred rite. The only sound was the uneven rhythm of their breathing and the soft rustle of fabric. his mouth moved down her chest slowly, until his lips closed around one of her nipples. The sensation was a tidal wave, crashing over her senses and leaving her breathless. Her eyes rolled back, her fingers clenching so tightly in his black hair that she feared she might pull.Every touch of Escuro’s hands felt like a brand against her skin– searing, intimate, and utterly grounding. She had spent so long being something feared, something broken, something to be contained. But here, under the weight of him, she felt entirely real. “Do not stop
Escuridade pulled back just enough to look Escuro in the eyes, her expression fierce and raw. “I am already stained, Escuro. there is no running back to the light for me.” Her hands moved to his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath his robes. “So, we are in this together?” he asked, looking for reassurance. She did not answer with words. Instead, she leaned forward and pressed her lips to his– not a soft kiss, but something desperate and hungry, as if she could pull the truth of his soul into hers through sheer force of will. When she finally broke away, her breathing was shallow, her purple eyes luminous in the dim light. “Together,” she said, the word firm and final. “Until the end comes for us, or for it. Whichever happens first.”Escuridade rested her forehead against Escuro’s, her hands sliding up to cup his face. The shadows in the room had settled, no longer swirling in agitation but resting qui
Escuridade took a single step forward, her purple eyes never leaving his. The amaryllises at her feet pulsed with the same deep, rhythmic crimson, as if acknowledging him. “What did you find down there?” she pressed, her tone demanding. “And do not give me another riddle.” “It does not matter,” Escuro said simply. “I have what I need to defeat the Santo Order.” His red eyes landed on her, drinking in every detail. “You should join me,” he said suddenly. The offer hung in the air between them, as heavy and sudden as a lightning strike. She stared at him, her mouth slightly open, her mind racing to catch up with the sheer audacity of his words. “Join you,” she repeated, the words tasting like ash. “You mean join your little crusade against the Santo Order. You mean paint a target on my back once again.” Escuridade laughed, a short, bitter sound that had no humour in it. She paced a
“You made a deal with a being that is seeking its own extinction,” Escuridade said into the fabric of his robes, her voice muffled. “And you think that is a stable foundation for a war?” she pulled back just enough to look up at him, her expression weary. “I was surprised too,” Escuro admitted. “Then it said it wanted to join them… I think it mean its family.” Her hands which had been resting against his chest, went still. She stared at him, her purple eyes wide and searching, as if trying to decipher a language she had never heard. “Join them,” she repeated, the words tasting strange in her mouth. “Its family.” She pulled away from his completely, stepping back until she hit the wall.The chill of the stone seeped through Escuridade’s robes. Her mind raced, truing to connect the dots– the vision of the woman and child, the burning, the red amaryllises and now this ancient entity wantin
Suddenly the image changed and the two figures were engulfed in tall flames that surged upward around the figures without completely engulfing them, forming a jagged wall of orange and gold. Smaller tongues of fire creep across the ground in front of the bodies, weaving between the amaryllis stems and licking at the edges of the white sheets. And then we were plunged into darkness. Escuridade stared at Escuro’s outstretched hand, her fingers twitching. “It spoke to you,” she repeated, her voice flat, stripped of its earlier anger. “What did it say?” she did not reach for his hand. Instead, she leaned forward, her purple eyes locked onto his, searching for the subtle shifts in his expression that might betray a hidden truth. “Escuro, if something like that is loose in the world– something that can show visions, something that can reach out to a man’s mind– then we are not just fighting a war. We are being hunter.&
“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
“What in the bloody hell are you doing here?” Luz’s voice emerged rougher than intended, betraying both anger and something deeper he couldn’t quite name. His grip tightened on the hilt until his knuckles turned white against the black veins crawling up his fingers. “Luz?” Amelia asked softly, he
The Corrompido army settled into a makeshift encampment along a mountainside, their tents scattering amongst the gravestones of an old graveyard. Luz dismounted near a cluster of officers’ tents, his shadow-dark horse whickering softly as it was led away by a Corrompido soldier. He moved with pra
The moment Amelia turned her back; something shifted in Luz’s posture. His gauntleted fingers tightened around the reins, the black leather groaning in protest. The crimson glow in his eyes intensified for a fraction of a second– a visible tremor running through his as if an unseen current had ju







