All Chapters of Eternal Malediction: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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Chapter 5.1: To the Lost World (Arc 2)

Roy tries to open his eye; however, he struggles due to the merciless sunlight, a blaze that pierces through his eyelids like needles. He squints, then rapidly blinks, his eyelashes fluttering like broken shutters against the glare.Beneath him, he can feel the gravel biting into his cheek and palms, jagged, sharp and bloody. His cheek stings as he lifts his head slightly to relieve the pressure, and his palm throbs with a dull ache, as if it’s been scraped raw. There’s blood, but not enough to explain the pain. As if he had fallen, but he didn’t. He was lying on the road.He doesn’t know where he is, and he doesn’t know how he ended up here, but everything around him feels familiar in a way that unsettles him. Like a childhood memory distorted by time. The buildings, the layout, even the air – it’s all recognisable but wrong.This isn’t a dream. It’s too vivid. Too heavy. The silence feels deliberate, like the world is holding its breath for him.Why does he think it’s for him? He d

Chapter 5.2: I Am Not Scared

All of a sudden Roy had an urge to look back, as if needles were poking at him from behind.He looks back; there was nothing wrong, nothing out of the ordinary.He stared, feeling as if something were wrong, looking at each object he could identify deeply to find anything.Something is wrong.Then it clicked for him.At the far edge of the corridor, the first set of lanterns was shattered on the floor.Roy stared at the shattered lanterns.They hadn’t been broken when he entered. He was sure of it.It didn’t even make a sound.The corridor behind him was darker now, the light swallowed by something unseen. The air grew colder, heavier, as if the space itself were reacting to his presence.He turned forward again.Took another few steps and looked back again.Another pair of lanterns was gone.He stares back at the darker side of the corridor from where he came.He then shouts at the empty corridor. “I’m not afraid of shattered lanterns.”He waits a second to see if there is any respo

Chapter 5.3: Welcome to the Cathedral

The gate opened without resistance.A soft gust of wind brushed past Roy’s face; it was warm, fragrant, and unfamiliar. It carried no scent he could name, only the feeling of something ancient stirring.Beyond the gate, the cathedral’s interior shimmered like a mirage. The floor was made of polished obsidian, reflecting not Roy’s body but flickers of other versions of himself; some standing, some kneeling, some screaming.The air inside pulsed with quiet energy, like a heartbeat buried beneath stone.Roy stepped through.The gate closed behind him.The moment his foot stepped across the threshold, the air changed around him. Not in temperature or pressure, but in weight. It felt heavier, as if the cathedral itself were aware of him now.Watching. Waiting.The cathedral was vast, impossibly so. The ceiling stretched far beyond what the exterior suggested, vanishing into a dome of swirling constellations. The stars above pulsed in a slow, rhythmic way, like a heartbeat.The walls were c

Chapter 5.4: The Black Sea

Roy swam.The water resisted, not with force but with weight.The shimmering light ahead pulsed faintly, like a beacon buried beneath layers of fog. It didn’t grow closer quickly. The distance felt elastic, stretching and compressing with each movement.Above him, the dome of symbols shifted again.One constellation blinked out.Another flared.He stopped swimming.The light was closer now. A structure of low, angular and impossibly still lines. It rose from the water like a forgotten monument. Carved from the same white stone as the cathedral walls. Its surface was smooth but etched with deep grooves that formed spirals, ratios, and glyphs Roy could not read.He reached it.There was no shore. No transition. Just the sudden presence of stone beneath his feet, lifting him from the water without effort. He stood, the water dripping ink-like fluid that evaporated before it touched the ground.The structure was a platform.At its centre stood a monolith.Tall. Narrow. Blacker than the oc

Chapter 5.5: The Return

Kieran stood at the edge of the pool, the reflection still rippling with images that weren’t his own. The monolith. The cathedral. The corridor. Then back to him.He turned away.The forest pressed in tighter now. The trees leaned closer, their branches arching like ribs. The paths narrowed, then split, then narrowed again. He followed none of them. He walked where the ground felt wrong, where the hum beneath the soil was weakest.He was looking for an opening.A break in the pattern.A way out.But the forest offered none.He passed a tree with no leaves. Its bark was cracked and blackened. Dead. The only one of its kind. He circled it once, then moved on.He found a slope, barely noticeable at first. The ground dipped, and the trees thinned. He followed it down into a hollow, where the air grew colder and the light dimmed to a dull grey.There was something here.A wall.Not stone. Not wood. Something in between. It rose from the earth like a spine, curving upward until it vanished

Chapter 5.6: Secret’s That Lie Within

Kieran pressed his palms against the wall.It gave. Not like stone. Not like Wood. It yielded, like skin stretched too thin over something hollow.The handprints pulsed beneath his touch once, then again, then all at once, a wave of red light rippling outward in a silent scream.The wall split.Not with a crack, but with a breath.A seam opened down the centre, and the handprints peeled away like petals, revealing a narrow passage descending into darkness.A cave.The heat hit him first. Wet, metallic, and wrong. It wasn’t the warmth of fire or breath. It was the warmth of something alive.Kieran hesitated; the forest behind him remained still, but he could feel it now, that thing that had come through. It wasn’t behind him chasing him anymore. It was ahead, inside.Kieran stepped forward.The wall closed behind him without a sound.The passage was narrow, the walls slick with condensation that shimmered faintly in the dark. Symbols pulsed along the stone; some familiar, some new. The

Chapter 5.7: I Call for you

Kieran's breath slowed. Not because the intense amount of fear that had enveloped him had passed, but because the cathedral allowed it.The pulsing of the cathedral faded; the constellations above dimmed. The symbols settled into stillness.He stood.The marble beneath his feet was warm; ahead, the far wall shimmered faintly. A new structure had built itself right in front of Kieran. It had been carved out of the same white stone as the monolith’s platform. It resembled an altar, but not for worship.For testing.Kieran approached it.The structure was covered in glyphs, some familiar, some broken. Above it, suspended in that air, were seven translucent discs. Each one pulsed faintly, like a heartbeat.Below the discs, etched into the stone, glowed a phrase: “Only the silent may sing.”Kieran stared, trying to understand what this was asking of him. Then the discs began to hum. Not with sound but with memory. Each one projected a moment, faint and flickering.It showed a corridor, a

Chapter 5.8: From Me to You

Kieran stood beneath a sky that had forgotten colour, time, and mercy.Above him loomed the Entity. It did not move because movement was beneath it. It did not blink because it had no need to. It did not exist in the way things do. It was.He had seen it.In that instant, his mind ruptured and reformed. He knew the shape of every war ever fought. He knew the last breath of the first child. He knew the final thought of the last star. He knew Roy’s name before Roy was born. He knew the ending of the book; Roy hadn’t yet begun to live.The Entity was knowledge incarnate. The past, the present and the future folded into a single, impossible awareness. To look upon it was to be rewritten.Kieran staggered back, bleeding from the eyes, the ears, and the soul.He had to write.Not to escape.To warn. To preserve it and to reach Roy before it did.Kieran had become omniscient, omnipotent and omnipresent; he became a god himself.But what is a god to truth incarnate?Kieran crawled back to the

Chapter 5.9: Fractured Infinity

Roy gasped for air, his body jolting awake.The wind howled around him as it pushed against his mouth and face as his body plummeted. The ground seemed miles away, a blur of brown, green and grey. No matter how he twisted and turned, no matter how loud he screamed, even though it was muted by the wind, the fall was inevitable. He hit the concrete, bones shattering like brittle wood under immense force.DARKNESS.Roy’s eyes snapped open again, but this time he was lying in the street; the steady hum of traffic passed by, oblivious. He barely had time to register his surroundings before a motorcycle tore through the air. Its rider never saw him, and the wheel of the bike crushed his skull, the sickening pop echoing in the air as his brain matter splattered onto the pavement.DARKNESS.Roy found himself on his feet, standing in a crowded underground subway station. People brushed past him, and for a moment, he thought all of that was over; he thought he might be okay. Then, a high-pitche

Chapter 6: The Nova in Veil

Kieran’s perspective, in this new worldYou want to know how I met him? It’s not exactly the kind of story you’d hear in fairy tales, but I’ll tell you. My name is Kieran Nazaroff. I am now 6 ft tall; I am fair with dark brown hair, and I would like to say I have a good sense of style, and I am pretty knowledgeable in some areas which I am intrigued by. And before Roy came into my life, things were… let's say different.I grew up in a house that never felt like a home. The only thing I really remember about my father was this thunderous, loud and crushing voice, and he would always find some fault in what I did. My mother? We didn’t talk much; she was like ice – cold and distant, but still, she was my mother, you know? So in a sense I still loved her like a mother. I think atleast.I also have an older sister, called Aarti; she was my family’s golden child. She was everything I wasn’t: obedient, smart, and perfect. And also, I have a younger sister, Mira; she was too young back then t

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