LOGIN“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 violently at the intensity of his emotions– anger at himself for putting her in danger mixed with overwhelming gratitude for her blind faith in him. “This isn’t some romantic gesture,” he insisted desperately. “It if consumes you too, we will both be lost. The darkness inside me will have two souls to feed on instead of one.” His thumb brushed across her cheeks roughly, as if trying to erase the words he couldn’t un-hear. “You can’t scare me away, Luz,” Amelia said stubbornly.
The stubbornness in her voice– the sheer refusal to be frightened– was Luz’s undoing. A raw laugh escaped him, half-laugh and half-sob, as he finally admitted defeat. “Fucking hell, you are impossible,” he muttered, pulling her flush against his bare chest. The contrast between her warm skin and his corrupted flesh sent another jolt through him. “Fine– have it your way. If you insist on throwing yourself into the pit with me.” His arms wrapped tightly around her waist, crushing her close as if trying to absorb her entirely. The crimson glow in his eyes softened into something almost pleading. “If I lose you,” he breathed against her red hair. “If this– this thing kills you or changes you… I will spend eternity making sure every Corrompido regrets it.” The black veins on his body flared aggressively at the surge of protective fury coursing through him.
“I will never leave you,” Amelia said seriously, then she kissed him again. The seriousness in her voice, coupled with the firm pressure of her lips against his, completely dismantled his defences. The kiss started tentative, almost questioning, but quickly deepened as he responded with desperate relief. “Never,” he breathed against her mouth between kisses, one had sliding up to tangle in her red hair while the other pressed firmly against the small of her back. “Promise me you mean that. Promise me you won’t run screaming when you see what I have become.” His body reacted instantly to her proximity– the heat building between their bodies, the way his muscles tensed beneath her hands. The black veins on his skin pulsed erratically as the darkness inside him sensed the rising tide of human passion.
“Tell me again, tell me you are really staying– because once I have you properly claimed, there is no going back.” he demanded huskily, breaking the kiss just enough to look into her green eyes. “I am staying by your side no matter what,” Amelia said clearly. The finality in her voice seemed to break the last of his internal resistance. A shudder ran through his body as he processed her absolute commitment. “Good,” he breathed, the word filled with a mixture of possession and reverence. “Because now that you have said it, I am not letting you go.” His hands moved from her waist to cup her face firmly, tilting it up to meet his crimson gaze. The black veins on his neck throbbed violently as the darkness within him reacted to the binding nature of their vow. “You are mine now,” he declared with the authority of a commander claiming territory. “My lover, my shield, my reason for finishing this damn war.”
Without waiting for another response, he lifted her easily into his arms and carried her toward the cot at the back of the tent. His body covers hers, his weight settled over her, the familiar solidness of his muscular frame pressing her into the cot’s thin mattress. The scent of leather, sweat, and something uniquely him– like ozone after a storm– filled her senses. His hands braced on either side of her head, crimson eyes studying her face intently in the dim lantern light. The usual hardness in his expression had softened considerably, replaced by a raw hunger that made her stomach flutter. “Last chance to change your mind,” he murmured roughly, his voice vibrating through his chest against hers. “Once I start this… I am not stopping until I have marked every inch of you as mine.”
The black veins on his neck pulsed steadily now, no longer aggressive but responsive to the intimacy building between them. Amelia wrapped he arms around Luz’s neck and pulling him down for a kiss. The moment her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer, his control snapped completely. He answered the kiss with ferocious hunger, capturing her mouth as if starved for this specific taste after six long years of deprivation. His tongue swept into her mouth possessively while one hand slid down her side to grip her hip firmly, anchoring her beneath him. The other hand tangled in her red hair, tilting her head back to deepen the angle of the kiss. “Gods above,” he growled against her lips between kisses. “I have dreamt of this every night since I left. Tasting you again, having you in my bed.”
The black veins on his chest pulsed faster as his arousal grew evident through the thin fabric of his brown trousers pressing against her thigh. His breathing became heavier, more laboured as he explored every curve of her body with desperate hands. “You have no idea how much trouble I am in now,” his voice was a low growl against her neck as he trailed hot kisses down her throat. His hips pressed harder against her, the hard length of him obvious through his brown trousers as he rocked slowly. The black veins on his chest pulsed with each thrust of his hips, reacting to the primal instinct taking over. “Tell me you want this,” he demanded roughly, his crimson eyes burning with a desperate need that had been building for years. “Tell me you are ready for me to claim you.”
His hands worked quickly to remove the grey button-up shirt she was wearing, exposing her pale skin to the cool air of the tent. Amelia gasped as he took her clothes off. “Don’t stop,” she said and moaned sweetly. The sweet command in her voice was gasoline on a fire Luz had been fighting for six years. A low growl rumbled in his chest as he finished stripping her brown trousers off completely, tossing them carelessly onto the floor.
“He is afraid of bugs,” Estrela said with a light amused smile. “I do not know if that will help. But I once saw him jump up a table at the sight of a spider.” Mar stared at her, completely blank for a moment. The tension that had been coiled in his shoulders like a spring suddenly lost its tension. “He is afraid of bugs,” he repeated, flatly. He looked out at the looming cliffs of the mainland, then back at Estrela, who was actually smiling. The absurdity of it– this legendary, ruthless hunter of the Santo Order, a man who had likely killed dozens, being undone by a common spider– was almost too much to process.“That is… not what I expected you to say,” Mar admitted, a ghost of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth despite himself. “But I suppose everyone has their weakness. Even predators.” He shook his head, trying to bring himself back to the gravity of the situation. “Still, a spid
“I am not suggesting a course change. I have to face Escuro and expose that Santo Order for what they are,” Estrela said as she wrapped her arms around herself. “And I do not have a specific location for the seers. Even the spirit with his fast resources could not find them. But perhaps after dropping us of at Cidade dos Escravos… you and Emile could go to the South Reaches. With her sight she might be able to find them and you will both be far away from Escuro and the Santo Order.”Mar watched her wrap her arms around herself, the gesture small and defensive, like someone trying to hold their own pieces together. He had not expected her to be thinking about their future– about anything beyond her own survival. “You are planning ahead,” he said, his tone more surprised that accusatory. “That is new.” He looked out at the sea, they grey water churning beneath the hull. the idea of Cidade dos Escravos was a jagged, ug
“When I saw you the first time, you reminded me so much of my father,” Estrela added, her body still relaxed from the memory of the academy to saved her from her grief. Mar listened in silence, his jaw set tight. He did not interrupt. He had heard a thousand stories from a thousand people, most of them lies told to buy time or mercy. But there was something in the way Estrela’s voice wavered– a small fragile crack in her composure– that made him stay still. “I am not your father,” he said finally, his voice devoid of malice but equally devoid of warmth. “And I am not a man you can find solace in.” he turned back to the wheel, the movement deliberate. “People look for familiar faces when they are drowning. That is survival, not connection.”Mar paused, his greyish blue eyes drifting toward the captain quarters where Emile slept. “But if you want to use that memory to keep yourself honest, go ahead,”
In the present, after Emile gathered supplies and spoke of future shadows looming in the distance, she went towards the stem of the ship– where Mar’s personal quarters were located. Mar watched her retreating figure, her words handing in the salt air like a riddle he was not sure he wanted to solve. ‘I have seen where he will be.’ She was speaking of thing no child should know, of places no girl should be able to find. He turned his attention to Estrela as she emerged from below deck. She looked different than she had when she first came on board– less haunted, perhaps, but more guarded. The darkness that had once lived behind her eyes seemed to have retreated, leaving something colder and more calculated in its place.“I was not expecting to see you again before we arrived at Cidade dos Escravos,” Mar said, his voice neutral, though his hand stayed near the knife at his belt. “Did you sleep at all?” Estrela did not answer
The ships moved with a slow, rhythmic grace, their hulls slicing through the golden surface of the ocean as they pulled further from the island. Below deck, the prisoners were huddled in the dim, salt crusted hold, the rhythmic creaking of the timber above them serving as a constant reminder of their captivity. Among them sat Emile, her eyes red rimmed and her frame trembling. She pressed her forehead against the rough wooden wall, her breath coming in shallow, ragged gasps. She did not cry out for her father anymore; the silence was far heavier than any scream. Back on the island, the ruins returned to their stillness. The morning bustle had faded, leaving only the sound of the tide and the distant cry of seabirds. Estrela stood on the highest precipice of the cliff; her gaze fixed on the retreating ships. The wind whipped her golden hair around her face, but she did not blink. Brain walked up behind Estrela and asked, “Are you ready to see Cidade dos Esc
Mar glared up at Estrela, refusing to show the fear that clawed at his gut. Estrela reached out, her fingers brushing against his jawline with a touch that was terrifyingly gently. She stood up slowly, turning her back on him to face the dockworkers. “Take him to the cave, we move the prisoners at dawn.” One of the men stepped forward, hauling Amr to his feet by his bound arms. Mar’s boots dragged through the sand as he was hauled away, his protests swallowed by the heavy, humid air the cave was a jagged maw at the base of the cliffs, damp and smelling of salt and old rot. The dockworkers threw him inside, where the darkness pressed in from all sides, broken only by the faint, rhythmic dripping of water from the ceiling. “You will never keep her!” Mar shouted into the void, his voice cracking. “She is a child!” you are using her!” Mar hit the cave floor hard, the impact knocking the breath from his lungs. He
The grand city of Dourado, built in white stone and adorned with gold was under catastrophic siege. Flames raged along the rooftops and along the edges of the great Igrexa that stood in the centre of Dourado– its massive domes and towering speres gleamed faintly beneath layers of ask and smoke. Fla
The Corrompido army fell into formation behind them, black banners snapping in the increasingly strong wind. “Tell me if you feel uncomfortable at any point,” Luz called out over the rhythmic clatter of hooves on packed earth. The destrier’s powerful strides ate up ground rapidly, leaving the slo
Luz froze mid-turn, his crimson eyes locking onto her form in the midnight blue fabric. The fabric clung to her curves in a way that sent a jolt of heat through him, awakening parts of himself he had though dead long ago. His breath caught in his throat. “I– of course,” he managed, his voice drop
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







