All Chapters of The White Rose Of Damnation: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The air had filled with cool mist, and the stars had finally emerged, as if they knew—they must not interrupt what was unfolding below.Rea stood motionless, still close to Kael's chest, the weight of the recent moments trembling faintly on their skin. Slowly, she released the demon's body, though her gaze remained fixed on him. For the first time, she didn't see him as an enemy. Not as a beast, not as a wounded predator. Now... she saw him. In a way perhaps no one ever had.The demon stood in silence, barely breathing. Her words—her forgiveness, her trust—still echoed inside him, as if they had nested deep within his very bones. And with it, something was slowly climbing upward from the depths of his chest—something unfamiliar. He didn't know its name. But it didn't hurt. It simply burned. Slowly, patiently, persistently. Perhaps... this was what humans called change.The moment was fragile, like a drop of frozen water on a leaf. And yet... there was a strange sense of safety surroun

The soft murmur of the spring filled the cave, the warmth of the water curling into the air like gentle steam. The crystals vibrated at a frequency barely audible yet almost tangible, as if they, too, could sense the presence of the two strangers—and accepted them. The space radiated such ancient tranquility that every word felt unnecessary.Kael was the first to stop at the water's edge. His shoulders were still tense, but not from the fight—rather, it was an old instinct that kept him rigid, one he had never been taught to unlearn: distrust. But now, in this cave, beside Rea... something gave way. He glanced back at her just for a moment, took a deep breath, and without a word, gripped the edges of his leather armor.Rea held her breath as she watched the demonic garment slowly slide down Kael's body. His movements weren't theatrical. There was no arrogance in them, no shame—only a simple, instinctive openness. Like a creature who didn't know embarrassment. A creature whose body was

The dawn was still only a dream, faintly shimmering somewhere above the world. But the cave's depths did not wait for light. The dull blue glow of the crystals vibrated as if trying to shield themselves from an approaching storm. The fire had long since dwindled to embers, yet Rea jolted awake. Not to a sound. Not to a movement. But to a silence far too deep, too tense to be natural.She sat up. The blanket slid from her, and the morning damp bit into her skin, but she paid it no mind. Her eyes searched for Kael instantly. The demon stood at the cave's entrance, sword already in hand, thick, black magic seeping from his body. He didn't look back. Didn't speak. But Rea felt it: the hunt had begun. And they were the prey.Then, a shadow appeared at the entrance. Tall, moving with a serpentine grace—Atheon. His brother. His voice seeped between the rocks like a blade wrapped in silk."How intimate... a mortal and an exile. Perhaps all that's missing is a hearth, wouldn't you say?"Kael d

The world returned to her slowly.Not all at once, not suddenly, but in fragments—like frozen earth beginning to thaw at the first breath of spring—cracking, painful, and still threatening to freeze over again.Rea didn't move. At first, she didn't even feel her body, only the warmth around her, shifting gently—not the light that had once radiated from her—it was gone—but something real, tangible, enveloping every part of her. Water. Warm. Heavy. It soaked through her clothes, her hair, her skin, as if it was pulling her back into the body some unknown force had just completely overwritten.Her breathing returned slowly, but it felt like a foreign rhythm: shallow, erratic, as though she had to relearn how to live. Beneath her ribs, everything was hollow. Drained, scorched. As if not just her strength had vanished, but everything that had ever held her together.For a moment, she thought she might slip back into unconsciousness.Then she felt the arms.Someone was holding her. Firmly.

The wind rose all at once. Not like a storm. Not howling like it did before a demonic charge. But somehow... consciously. As if it sensed that something had changed. The rustling of the trees shifted—it wasn't just sound anymore, but the whisper of an ancient language, one the human ear couldn't understand, but the soul... the soul recognized it instinctively. Nature was listening. And perhaps for the first time... it bowed to someone.Rea was slowly coming to. At first, just a hesitant twitch—her fingers moved against the dusty ground as if trying to remember what it meant to feel. Then her lips parted, a breath escaping her in a soft, groaning sigh. But her body still felt unbearably heavy, as though even her own existence was a weight she could barely carry.Her wings hadn't disappeared. They were still there. Alive.Kael drew back, but didn't rise. The branches creaked beneath his knees, yet his movements were gentle, almost tentative. A demon, afraid of his own instincts—because