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Mabel’s Pov
I wish I had been born blind, that way, I wouldn’t have been forced to watch my husband fuck my sister right in front of me. My eyes burn with the pain and tears that I’m struggling to hold back but I can’t look away as he keeps pounding into her on the matrimonial bed we both share. And then I desperately wish, that I had been born deaf too, because that way, I wouldn’t be forced to hear the lewd sounds of their body slamming into each other or the sound of my sister — Anna’s voice moaning my husband’s name over and over again. “Oh yes Donald!” She moaned, “fuck me like that baby. Fuck me better than you’ve ever fucked your wife.” She begs and I watch my husband slam into her even harder now. They can’t see me as I am hidden in our wardrobe but I try to be quiet when my knees become weak and buckle from the shock. I had hidden in the wardrobe to surprise my husband with a good news I had just discovered. The plan was for me to jump out and shock him, but I had never imagined in a million years that I would be the one stricken to see my beloved husband and my only sister start having sex right in front of me. I clamp my hands over my mouth and try to swallow the cries that are bubbling up in my chest. If I don’t, the sound that wants to rip out of me will give me away and they will discover that I can see them. Donald’s low groan filled the room as he finishes inside her. “You’re so damn good baby,” he mutters. “Gods, Anna… you’re so much better than—” Anna laughs in a Careless Cruel way that I have never heard before. “I’m better than your pathetic fat, ugly old bitch of a wife?” she asks with a laugh. A hot Searing pain shoots up in my chest at her words and I fear that my chest might actually explode from the shock. How could my little sister talk about me that way? “Oh please Stop mentioning that fucking pig,” Donald hisses sharply. “You know I hate it when you bring her up. Just the mere thought of her makes me feel disgusted.” He says and Anna bursts out laughing. My vision blurs as the tears I have been struggling to hold back spill freely down my cheeks and soak my dress. I bite down hard on my fingers until I can taste blood, just to keep from sobbing out loud and giving away my location. “That bitch ruins everything,” he continues coldly. “Even hearing her name kills my mood. I honestly can’t stand the sight of her any longer, but thank the goddess that you are always there to satisfy me.” He kisses her and she giggles at him. I squeeze my eyes shut, but it doesn’t help. His words echo louder than anything else in the room. Louder than my heartbeat. Louder than the sound of my own life breaking apart. I wish I had never come home early today but it’s too late now. An hour ago, I’d rushed back from the meeting at the nearby pack with excitement buzzing in my chest. I was already imagining the look of happiness on Donald’s face when I told him the good news. I had secured another packs allegiance to us but most importantly… I had just discovered that I was pregnant for him. This meant that our dream of starting a family was finally coming true. So I had wanted to surprise him and make him proud. Instead, I ended up witnessing the most horrible thing I could ever see. I’m here watching the only man I had ever loved having sex sleeping with my only sister. Anna laughs again and it snaps me back to reality. “So why haven’t you divorced her yet?” she asks Donald. “The sooner you get rid of her, the sooner I can please you whenever I want.” Donald sighs, like she’s asking something mildly inconvenient. “Be patient my love, the time to dispose of her will soon come.” My breath hitches at that. “You know that Mabel still owns the pack for now,” he continues. “And as an outsider, I won’t be able to inherit anything until we’ve been married for at least three months. And We’re just one week away from that mark. One. Week, and she disappears from our life forever.” My stomach drops at his words. How were they going to make me disappear? Anna sighs dramatically. “I’m just tired of always sneaking around whenever she’s not home.” Always Sneaking around? My breath stutters at that. Because How long have they been doing this behind my back? Days? Weeks? Months? Since the beginning of our relationship?! How long have I been their fool? Donald’s voice softens and he kisses her. “Let’s Stick to the plan,” he murmurs. “After I claim her pack, I’ll get rid of her. Then you’ll be my only Luna.” They both burst out laughing at that and the sound is so mocking that my knees go weak and finally give out. My foot accidently knocks into a suitcase and the sound is too loud to hide. The room immediately goes silent. “What was that?” Anna whispers. Donald stiffens. “Did you hear that?” My heart slams violently against my ribs as Donald storms over and the wardrobe door yanks open. Light floods in and Donald freezes when he sees me. “Mabel…” he breathes, shock flashing across his face. Anna shrieks and scrambles to cover herself. “This isn’t what it looks like!” I stumble out of the wardrobe, my legs weak and my face soaked with tears. My voice breaks as soon as I speak. “How could you?” I cry. “How could you do this to me? Both of you....knowing how much I loved you… how much I trusted you!” Donald rushes toward me. “Mabel, wait....let me explain..." I shove his hands away violently. “Don’t fucking touch me!” My chest heaves as the words pour out uncontrollably. “How could you do this after everything I gave up for you?” He opens his mouth, desperate. “I—” “You were nothing when you came here!” I shout, my voice cracking. “A poor, unwanted outsider! No pack wanted you. No one trusted you. I pitied you, I gave you a job! I made you who you are!” Anna watches silently from the bed. “I clothed you!” I sob. “I defended you when everyone dismissed you! I fought for you when they said you didn’t belong here!” Donald stares at me, jaw tight. “I cut off my friends,” I scream. “My relatives! Anyone who spoke against you, I chose you over everyone! And this is how you repay me? By fucking my own sister?! In my bed?!” My knees buckle, and I sob openly now, my heart shattering from the crushing heartbreak. For a moment, I wait. I wait for them to show their regret. For them to tell me how guilty they were. For even a single apology. Instead, Donald’s face suddenly goes cold and he sneers at me, “So what?” he snaps. I freeze, “What…?” I whisper. “I said so what?! Yes You gave me things,” he continues coldly. “And I slept with your sister. So what?” My mouth opens, but no sound comes out. “I never begged you to do any of that,” he adds. “You were just a pathetic, weak, foolish bitch who was so desperate for love, that you willingly did everything for me. So don’t blame me for your pathetic life.” Something suddenly snaps inside me and My hand connects with his face before I can stop myself. The sound echoes sharply through the room and Anna lets out a shocked gasp. Tears pour down my face as Donald slowly turns his head back toward me. Out of nowhere, the look in his eyes suddenly become dark, dangerous and deadly. And in that moment, my hands begin trembling at my side as I realize that I’ve made a huge mistake.The thing coming through the torn sky is massive and wrong in ways that make the original entities look almost natural by comparison.The Reconciliation doesn’t have a fixed form, it’s constantly shifting between what cosmic law used to be and what it is now, caught in the space between old reality and new reality and furious about existing in that contradiction. One moment it looks like burning equations, the next like frozen time, then like the concept of balance given hostile form.“Mabel of the Silver Wolf,” it says again, and its voice makes my bones vibrate with wrongness. “You altered fundamental cosmic law without permission from the forces that govern existence. You broke reality’s foundation to save mortals who were always meant to be sacrificed. This cannot stand.”The Reconciliation descends toward the convergence point and everything it passes over starts glitching between states, trees flickering between alive and dead, warriors caught between wounded and healed, the gro
I’m staring up at the New Primordial that contains all my children and my mind is racing through every possible choice I could make, every person I could bring back, every wound I could ask them to heal.Anna deserves to live, she sacrificed herself to save me and left Sera without a mother. Donald died trying to give me strength to fight, gave up everything to fix his mistakes. My parents were murdered before any of this cosmic horror started and they never got justice. The children whose minds shattered when they were used as keys, they were innocent victims who deserve to be whole again.But I keep thinking about something the entities said, about how existence itself causes suffering, about how every choice creates more pain down the line.“I don’t want you to bring anyone back,” I say, and the words feel like I’m tearing out my own heart. “And I don’t want you to heal what’s already broken.”The New Primordial tilts its head and I can see confusion in the gesture, traces of Confl
The convergence point explodes with light and darkness happening simultaneously in the same space and when I can see again the body is still there but it’s different now.The Primordial has features that look disturbingly human mixed into the cosmic vastness, a face that’s somehow both my children and something infinite, proportions that still violate natural law but in ways that feel less alien. And when it speaks the voice is layered with sounds I recognize, Nyx’s quiet determination and Eternal’s ancient wisdom and Confluence’s calculating tone all woven through the entity chorus.“We are awake but we are not what we were meant to be,” it says, and I can hear confusion in those multiple voices. “We have the power and the purpose but we also have something else, something the original Primordial never possessed.”The New Primordial looks down at itself like it’s trying to understand what it’s become.“We know we will die eventually,” it continues, and Confluence’s voice comes throug
Mabel’s POVReality doesn’t break all at once.It frays.The first tear is small, subtle enough that if I weren’t already terrified, I might have missed it. The river to our right ripples the wrong way, climbing its own banks like it’s trying to escape gravity. Pebbles lift from the earth and hover midair, trembling as if unsure which direction is down. The wind blows in circles, folding back into itself.Then time hiccups.Marcus takes a step forward.Takes it again.And again.Three identical seconds replay in front of my eyes before the world lurches onward like a carriage hitting a rut.I grip Alistair’s hand so tightly my knuckles burn. His fingers are ice-cold, but solid. For now. Around us, our family moves like survivors wading through a nightmare—Adrian guiding the younger ones, Dante clutching Lysander, the freed children clinging to parents who can’t anchor them to anything.We aren’t being pulled by wind or gravity.We’re being gathered.The air itself curves toward a sing
The final three seals break simultaneously with a sound like reality screaming and three more entities emerge into the world.Echo manifests as something that copies and amplifies everything it touches, turning single sounds into deafening cacophonies and small movements into earthquakes. Decay accelerates entropy wherever it exists, making stone crumble to dust and living things age centuries in seconds. Silence erases sound and communication and connection itself, creating zones where nothing can interact with anything else.Seven active entity aspects running loose across the world and the three children who were bound to them collapse like puppets with cut strings, their purpose fulfilled and their minds shattered by being used as cosmic keys.Their parents are screaming and trying to revive them but I can see in their empty eyes that there’s nothing left to revive, the entities burned out everything that made them human when they forced the seals open remotely.The entities start
Confluence exists in a place that shouldn’t be possible and it’s not nothing like everyone thinks, it’s everything that’s been erased compressed into a space that defies the concept of space itself. He can see the cities that ceased to exist, still standing but frozen in the moment they were taken. People mid-step, mid-breath, mid-thought, all of them preserved in erasure like insects in amber. The eastern continent is here in its entirety, millions of lives suspended in the instant before they stopped being real. The Emptiness entity is here too and it’s vast beyond comprehension, not a physical form but an absence so profound it has presence. It’s watching Confluence with something that might be curiosity if cosmic entities could be curious. “You entered willingly,” it says in a voice made of silence speaking. “Nothing enters willingly. Why would you choose to stop existing?” Confluence looks at the entity with his calculating infant eyes and realizes immediately that this is go







