LOGIN“Amelia,” Luz began, his amber eyes meeting hers with newfound seriousness. “Whatever this connection between us is– it is changing both of us. You are carrying my darkness on your skin, and I– I am becoming something closer to the man you remember.” Amelia smiled brightly and kissed him slowly. Luz’s breath hitched as her tongue sought entry, the warmth of her mouth a stark contrast to the cold reality of his existence. His own tongue met hers hesita
Luz was not rushing. He wanted to see this– wanted to savour the moment as if it were the only thing that mattered in a world that was falling apart outside those walls. “You are going to be the death of me,” he murmured, his voice thick with a mixture of adoration and raw desire. Once all the binding of Amelia’s dress was loose, she brushed the dress off her left shoulder. The dress hung loose down her chest and showed the outlines of her breast clearly. His breath hitched, a sharp, audible sound in the quiet room. His amber eyes dropped to where the fabric hung loose, tracing the soft curves revealed by the loosened bindings. The amber in his gaze deepened, darkening with a heat that made the air between them feel heavy and electric.Luz did not move immediately. He stayed poised above Amelia, his arms braced on either side of her head, simply taking her in. his jaw tightened, his throat working as he swallowed hard. “Amelia,” he said aga
The scent of Amelia was a torture and a salvation all at once. “Amelia,” Luz breathed his hands sliding from her waist to the small of her back, pulling her flush against him. “I have spent six years thinking only of survival. Of duty. Of how to keep my soul from being swallowed whole.” He pulled back just enough to look at her, his amber eyes burning with a quiet, desperate hunger. “And now?” she asked, her hand trailing down his chest to his lower abdomen. “What are you thinking now?” his breath hitched, a sharp, jagged sound that tore through the quiet of the room. His muscles locked under her hand, every fibre of his body reacting to the touch like a soldier caught in an ambush– only this time, there was no instinct to fight.“Now,” Luz said, his voice dropping into a register so low it was barely a whisper. “I am thinking that I do not want to be anywhere else in the world.” His hands tightened
Luz held Amelia there for a long time, his amber eyes closed tight against the back of his eyelids. The weight of her arms around him felt impossible– as if she were made of something far more precious than flesh and bone. His left eye opened. The amber there bright and clear, like a lantern in the dark. “I thought I would never feel this again,” he whispered into her hair, his voice raw. “Not without feeling like I was dying.” He pulled back just enough to look at her face, his hands still resting on her shoulders. His thumb brushing against her cheek, the metal of his gauntlet cold, but the pressure behind it so gentle it was almost painful. “But first you need to get Estrela Astuta?” she asked curiously. “Where is she? Will it be dangerous?”Luz’s expression hardened, the warmth of the moment receding like a tide. The soldier in him reasserted control as he looked toward the window. “Estrela Astuta is at som
As they walked through the winding corridors of the estate, Luz’s eyes scanned every shadow, every doorway. Old habits die hard; even in a place of supposed peace, he was a commander looking for threats. But as the air grew warmer and the scent of Jasmin and old stone replaced the sulphur of the battlefield, his pace slower as they entered a central passage. The hallways stretched forward in a long, symmetrical corridor, with a stone staircase at the far end leading to a lower level. The hallway is illuminated multiple candles circling a large wrought-iron chandelier fixture in the centre of the ceiling and candle sconces lining either side of the corridor.A wooden sideboard stands on the left side of the hallway, crafted from dark polished wood, with a vase with flowers on top. A narrow table lines the right-side wall, positioned under a portrait of a mountain range. Further down the corridor, several chairs like the right and left side, providing resting places for v
Mestre Escuro’s distant expression as he recounted his past brought a flicker of something unreadable across Luz’s face. The image of Mestre Escuro– the leader of the Corrompido and his former enemy– as a young history student, driven by academic curiosity, was jarring. “History,” he repeated, his voice losing some of its earlier edge. “So, you were not always a monster.” The words were a statement more than a question, his amber eyes studying Mestre Escuro’s face with newfound interest. Luz’s black gauntleted hand loosened its grip on his sword hilt, the hidden white ribbon beneath feeling less like a relic of a dead life and more like an anchor to a shared humanity.“What did you find there?” Luz asked curiously. “We found tomes and old runes we could not translate,” Mestre Escuro said. “It was Estrela Astuta who discovered the fountain.” Flashes of a young woman’s face fla
“You are not a toy,” Mestre Escuro said. “You never were.” Luz’s amber eyes narrowed at his words, his expression shifting from raw emotion to sharp calculation. The declaration that he was never just a pawn resonated with the deep-seated belief that his sacrifice six years ago had meant something beyond mere tactical advantage. “Never a toy,” he repeated slowly, his voice carrying the weight of years spent fighting against being used. “The prove it. Show me what this life looks like– this world where Santo’s knights and Corrompido do not have to kill each other.” His black gauntleted hand moved to rest on the hilt of his sword, fingers brushing against the hidden white ribbon. “Tell me exactly what this fountain does,” Luz demanded, his amber gaze fixed on the vial in Mestre Escuro’s hand. “The fountain and the ruins… they were found before the Santo’s order began. I was a young m
Luz’s armoured hands clenched into firsts at his sides, the hidden white ribbon his his wrist feeling like a brand against his skin. “I could enter. But once inside, I would be vulnerable. My strength comes from darkness.” he admitted reluctantly, his amber eye flickering with v
“You find entertainment in my internal conflict,” Luz stated calmly. “The more I resist what you have bound me to, the stronger it grows. It is that simple.” His black gauntleted hand rested on the hilt of his sword, a familiar gesture that grounded him in the present whil
“I did not get hurt,” Amelia defended confidently. “And I already told you I am not leaving you.” Luz’s amber eyes searched her face as her confidence settled something within him. “You are impossible,” he said, a hint of his old warmth creeping into his
The fighting continued for several hours before Cidade dos escravos was official concurred. Hours of brutal combat later, the sounds of battle gradually faded into the distant echoes of corrompido shouts and the crackle of flames consuming surrounding houses. Luz stood amidst the carnage, his bla







