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Cause the sun to rise Sing to the heart that weeps Cause the moon to fall Let the heart that weeps sing They said we are a curse They said we course the land with curse But we are like Rehab the harmless dragon Their ignorance were the cause that cursed the land. Cause the sun to rise The blight of ignorance has walloped our mother with curse. But in our infinite trouble In our heart melting like the oil from a candle wax There lies the one, the king, the mother of all mothers

-God, love of my life and death," she whispered, while the sky shared her tears as well. Many bodies have turned into piles of ashes, but that doesn't mean that their souls have been lost, after all there is always a new host, right? Eyes of vengeance A pair of black eyes with blood-ruby opened before a square mirror with gold flowers and emeralds marqueted around them, there black hair wavy to the waist swayed slightly and where a girl also looked at herself, and when she smiled at her reflection her fangs shone brighter than gold. PLAYLIST FOR THIS VOLUME Raquel and Marcus: The Game- Lacuna Coil Raquel and Julio Cesar: Violence - Blink 182 Miranda and Julio Cesar: If You Only Knew - Shined

" We notch our bows and wait for the morrow Cold is the night and nary a tear for on the morn we head into shadow There is no room for our fear His eyes are cruel, his evil is endless Black is soul and ne'ver he'll rest till all the world lies covered in darkness and none who'd fight him are left. Zhanere Zelezial"

"Your powers are unlike anything this family has produced in three generations. I have seen what you can do when you are pushed. You cleared out an entire wing of soldiers the night the eastern border was breached. You were seventeen years old." "I know what I did," I said. "Then you know what you are capable of." He picked up his fork again. "We are running out of time, Seraphine. Destroying the Ashfords may be the only real chance we have to break this curse completely. The longer it sits on this bloodline, the worse it gets. You know that." I didn't say anything. "Sienna doesn't have much time," he said. "You know that too." The candlelight flickered.

He cried out but didn’t let go. Images flooded his mind — not his memories, but hers. The moon’s altar. The queen’s face. The betrayal. The blood. The curse was born from love twisted into vengeance. And then — his own reflection in her eyes. Cole gasped and ripped his hand back. His skin glowed faintly where they had touched. The curse recognized him. It wanted him now. “No,” he growled. “You can’t have her. You can’t have us.” The air vibrated with a low, guttural hum, like the forest itself was laughing. The ground split open, blue light spilling from the cracks. A voice — deep, ancient, hungry — rolled through the darkness.

| {I ripped the heart out of your sacrifice} {Unholy Communion body of Christ} {I ate the heart I ate the head I ate the miracle} {Like a praying mantis without the prayer} {With only prey} {I called you a hoax in a bottle} {when I vomited you out again} {A jinx, hex, haxan, vexation} {So why am I the one with phantom pain?} | The Ravens amass into one giant monster with a proboscis and begins drilling through. | {Tears of blood, tears of blood} {Will the sadness ever end?} {Tears of blood, tears of blood}

He looked at me with black dust that filled his eyes. However, fire cracks were looming through obsidian crevices around his eyes as if they were fighting over for control with black magic that possessed him. It looked like there was some internal battle happening within him as he roared in a surreal scream which sounded like a clamour calling for murder. He shrilled “Ramaalen” and “Sanguineabyss” before he flumped on the floor and dissipated in the gust of black whirlpool.

"I stand with true power. I stand with The Black Faes!" The words were like a curse, a dark shroud descending upon us all. I could taste the dread in the air, thick and suffocating, as alliances forged in hope began to crumble under the weight of betrayal. His gaze bore into mine, red eyes blazing, not with the vibrant life I knew, but with the smoldering embers of possession. "Paul," I whispered, my voice barely carrying over the stunned murmurs of the crowd. But he was lost to us, his allegiance to the vengeful spirits declared with a ferocity that promised war.

As we drew closer, I addressed Blaze, my voice firm and commanding. "Blaze." He regarded me with a smug, self-assured expression, his eyes glinting with malevolence. Then, in a low, hypnotic chant, he spoke the words: "Per manus autem quod amans, et veniet tibi mors." As he finished speaking, his eyes transformed, turning an eerie shade of white that seemed to pierce through the very soul.

I shut my eyes knowing I am safe. More pain. Truly my fate is cursed.