God-eater

Ava's POVDamon coughed, a dry, rattling sound. "Just enjoying the… scenic route." His eyes, usually sharp with sardonic wit, were unfocused, distant. "Reminds me of… well, of nothing. This is worse than nothing.""The energy," Misha breathed, her hand going instinctively to her stomach. The faint shimmer of her protective ward seemed to flicker, struggling against the pervasive negativity. "It's draining everything. My power… it feels… muffled. Like screaming into a pillow."I felt it too. My own demonic energy, usually a vibrant, rebellious hum, now felt subdued, heavy. The Maw was a vast, cosmic siphon, draining every spark of life, every hint of resistance. It was a place where existence itself was an act of defiance."This is the God-Eater's Maw," I stated, articulating the dread. "Justin said it right. It's where things go to die. Permanently." I swept my arm out, indicating the desolate panorama. "Stars, nebulae, deities. All of it.""And it lives up to the name," Damon whisper

Última actualización : 2025-12-23

The Wards

Ava's POVI realized with a sickening lurch that the cloaking spells, the spiritual camouflage we'd woven, were tearing. The Maw's oppressive influence, its soul-devouring energy, was shredding them like old paper. Our presence, normally veiled, now felt stark, exposed."It's too strong," I gasped, clutching my head. The pressure was immense, a physical weight on my skull. The knowledge that we were visible, naked to whatever horrors lurked in this cosmic graveyard, added another layer of icy dread.The journey seemed to last an eternity, every microsecond a brutal assault on my senses. I could feel the Maw's ancient, abyssal gaze on us, a slow, predatory awareness shifting, focusing. We were raw nerves exposed to a cosmic storm.Then, with another gut-wrenching lurch, we were deposited onto a new surface.This time, the ground beneath my feet felt softer, yielding. I stumbled, catching myself on a massive, curved surface. My vision was still swimming, but the black and white static b

Última actualización : 2025-12-23

Chronovore

A laugh, weak and raspy, died in my throat before it could form. Ava’s attempt at levity was a welcome anchor, but the void in my shoulder didn’t find it amusing. It flared with a sudden, agonizing cold that had nothing to do with the dimension’s ambient chill. It was a cold recognition. Of hunger.“Something’s coming,” I gritted out, my eyes scanning the oppressive darkness. Misha’s head snapped up, her own senses kicking in.It wasn’t a sound or a sight, not at first. It was a distortion. A patch of the void ahead of us seemed to… curdle. Space bent and warped around a point of absolute nothingness that was somehow darker than the darkness around it. Time itself seemed to stutter, my perception flickering like a dying candle.Then it unfolded. It was less a creature and more a living blind spot, a vaguely insectoid silhouette carved from the absence of light and time. It had too many limbs, each one ending in a point that seemed to fray reality.“Chronovore,” Misha whispered, the na

Última actualización : 2026-01-17

Into Darkness

Ava knelt beside us, her face grim. Her eyes, usually so sharp, held a haunted look. "The wards are weakening. I can feel the Chronovores… they're aware of us again." She glanced at Misha, then back at me. "He's burning out, Misha. Or freezing out. Whatever this void does, it's speeding up."Misha ignored her, her gaze fixed on mine, fierce and unyielding. "No. You don't get to give up. Not now." Her fingers traced the edge of the void-wound on my shoulder, a feather-light touch that still sent shivers through me. "There has to be a way. Another way to stabilize you. We still have time.""Time is what it eats," I pointed out, a morbid humorless laugh escaping me. It sounded like static. "And it's having a feast." The world tilted. A wave of nausea, cold and profound, swept over me. The desire to simply lie down, to let the sweet, blessed nothingness take me, was almost overwhelming.Misha's jaw tightened. She looked from my fading form to her own trembling hands, then to the faint shi

Última actualización : 2026-01-17

Eye Opening

She opened her eyes. They were unfocused, glazed with exhaustion, but a faint, triumphant smile touched her lips. "I filled it," she breathed, her voice a mere puff of air. "With creation. With life." She reached up, her fingers ghosting over my cheek. "It's… placated. For now.""You shouldn't have," I choked out, a raw ache in my chest. The relief of being whole again, even temporarily, was eclipsed by the terror of what she had risked."I told you," she countered, her voice gaining a sliver of its usual strength. "We are bound, Damon. Your fight is my fight. Your life… is my life." She leaned into me, her head resting on my shoulder. I felt the profound exhaustion radiating from her, the sheer drain of power. The hum from the triplets was almost imperceptible now.Ava knelt, her hands gently touching Misha's belly. She closed her eyes, a deep furrow appearing between her brows. When she opened them, she looked relieved, but still concerned. "They're okay. Weakened, but stable. You d

Última actualización : 2026-01-17

Todos los capítulos de Christmas In Hell: Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 65

God-eater

The Wards

Chronovore

Into Darkness

Eye Opening