All Chapters of Until The Last Day: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The hall groaned as if it were alive. Shadows twirled across the cracked floor, and the red door oozed silky threads that pulsed like veins. The double Camela shone brightly, looking perfect and calm, with her crown sparkling like it was crafted from stars. Her silk gown draped elegantly, free from any blood or dust. Her eyes—identical to Camela’s—were soft but too soft, giving the impression of a mask covering something hollow inside.She smiled at Vincent, sweetly and steadily. “Stop running,” she said softly. “I’ve already made my choice.” She raised her hand toward him. Camela stumbled back, gripping Vincent’s arm tightly. “Don’t touch her,” she whispered, her voice strained. Vincent’s anger flared up, but he hesitated in his steps. His eyes flickered with uncertainty as they glinted gold. “She looks just like you,” he murmured. “Too much like you.” The double tilted her head and spoke patiently as if reprimanding a child. “Because I am her…the better version. The one who doe

The red door swung wider, spilling light like flames through broken bones. The wind howled fiercely, battering the walls and pulling dust and bits of stone into its grasp. Camela’s gown clung tightly to her legs, each thread straining and pulling her forward. “Camela!” Vincent shouted, his golden flames erupted from his hands, fighting against the force pulling her away. His boots sank into the ground as every muscle in his body strained to keep her back. Her lips moved behind the fabric, muffled words escaping her throat, struggling to be heard. He leaned in closer. “Say it louder!” Her crown shimmered brightly. The silk pressed down harder against her mouth. Only a whisper slid out—delicate and weak. “Help me.” The First Bride tilted her head, her veil fluttering in the fierce wind while her smile widened. “She doesn’t need your flames, Fox. All she needs is the door. That’s what brides are meant for.” Vincent growled low in his throat, his chest trembling with anger. “She i

The world didn’t come to an end in silence. It erupted with a loud crash as doors swung open.Vincent landed hard, his knees hitting the marble floor beneath him which cracked upon impact. His fire ignited, golden flames flickering in the dark as he turned to look around. But the chamber had vanished. No chains. No elders. No Elias.He found himself in an endless hallway. The walls were draped in red velvet, carved with faces that seemed to change whenever he blinked. Portraits adorned both sides, and each frame showcased brides wearing veils. Their painted eyes tracked his movements, blinking when they shouldn’t have. A breeze whispered past him. The candles in their holders flickered, leaning toward him. “Camela?” he called out down the corridor. The silence felt alive, and the walls pulsed like flesh. Then he heard her scream again; it was faint but echoed through the hall as if it were leading him forward:“Vincent!” He took off running. His footsteps thudded against the ma

The First Bride raised her face. Her smile was crooked and overly wide, stretched thin like frayed silk. Behind the veil, her eyes shimmered a pale gray, hollow yet fierce. The whispers surged louder, filling the hall like a chorus of a thousand voices overlapping. Vincent staggered forward against his chains, the metal digging painfully into his skin. “Where is she?” His voice was raw with desperation. “Where's Camela?” he asked.The First Bride tilted her head even further, almost breaking as the angle deepened. Her voice was soft, echoing with layers of sound as she replied.. “She walks…where I once walked.” Elias leaned in closer, his eyes shining silver, and a curious smile played on his lips. “So it’s true,” he whispered. “The pit granted her passage. She has touched the First.” Vincent snarled, yanking at his chains until blood coated his wrists. “You…” his voice trembled with rage, “…you’re not her.” The First Bride took another step forward. Her tattered gown swept a

The door creaked loudly, pulling itself open as if it had never been meant to move. Cracks appeared in the stone, and dust fell like rain. A bright glow spread through the openings, flooding the chamber with red light until it overwhelmed and blurred her vision. Camela stumbled back, her wrists stinging from where thorns had pierced her. She leaned against the wall, gasping for breath. The First Bride's whisper draped over her like a veil. “Don’t fight it, little bride. The door opens just once. You can’t close it now.” The opening grew larger, and what came through wasn’t air or freedom—but trees. Tall, dark, skeletal trees with bark that shone like tar. Their roots curled out of the opening, dragging across the floor like claws. Camela trembled in shock. “No…no, that’s not outside. That’s not freedom,” she murmured.The First Bride chuckled softly with a sense of satisfaction as she responded. “It’s the only outside left.” The trees leaned into the widening space as if they we