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She pushed herself up slightly against the pillows, her voice ringing through the shadowed bedroom with surprising force. “Heartless people… You are demons!” she rasped, each word laced with venom. “You will regret what you’ve done to me. I curse you and your child. On the day I leave this world, I will charge you. I will take a life and ensure you live without peace. My spirit will haunt you until the end of your days!” Her voice echoed off the high ceilings, raw and haunting, before collapsing into a fit of coughing. Even in the grip of death, Carla poured every remaining ounce of her will into the curse.

She left a parasitic curse behind. It was an ancient, forbidden alchemical spell known to the dark covens of the southern fronts—the Bond-Dampening curse. It was a slow-acting poison designed to target the unique biological frequency of a fated-mate bond. It didn't kill the body; it methodically erased the spiritual recognition between two wolves, turning a soul-deep connection into a vast, empty void.

The 48-hour clock had just been accelerated. “They’re here,” he said, voice steel. “For the documents. For you.” Elena’s heart hammered as she grabbed her robe. The real contract had bought them time, but time had just run out. Footsteps and shouts grew louder in the hallway outside their fortified door. The devil’s protection was being tested, and the monsters at the gate no longer cared about old blood oaths.

“But was it his mother?” “No,” the woman said, shaking her head. “It was a demon. Cunning, patient, a master of manipulation. The prince unsealed it with his own blood… not knowing he was freeing something deadly.” She leaned closer to the fire, shadows flickering across her face. “A being trapped for centuries… a demon god, sealed by powers older than kings. It promised him a reward… half its power, to use for revenge against those who had wronged him.” Zayla’s voice trembled. “What did the prince do?”

“Well, that depends.” “On what?” Lucien asked. “On him.” All eyes shifted. I didn’t react. “She’s the only one who can break your curse,” Maya continued. “But only if she remembers who she was.” "Oh, so you basically you have to reawake Aria and somehow convince her to lift the curse." Lucien said “I know that.” “And if she doesn’t?” Vivian asked quietly. “It completes,” Maya said. Lucien sat up slightly now, no longer relaxed.

And though I may never be able to claim her as my own, I cannot help but yearn for her with every fiber of my being. But for now, I must push her from my mind, banish her image to the depths of my soul where it can do no harm. I must steel myself against the pull of her allure, for to give in would be to betray everything I hold dear. And so, as the first light of dawn breaks through the window, I steel myself for the trials that lie ahead. For I know that the path to redemption is fraught with peril, and only by facing my demons head-on can I hope to find the salvation I so desperately seek.

“That’s why the spell couldn’t hold it any longer.” “And a spell won’t be enough this time,” the Voodoo priestess adds. “The demon is still tied to the land, but its will is now its own. Its hunger will be strong, even if its powers have been weakened.” “What do we do?” I understand that leaving won’t solve the problem. It’ll just pass on to whoever ends up in that house next. No, it has to stop here–with me. Sensing my determination, Mama Janvier smiles. “The incantation will suppress it, but you have to bind it to a living soul first. The sacrifice of that soul is the only way to banish the demon for good.”

“Isn’t Zerome, his grandson? Has the old man taken the wrong medication? He even murdered his own grandson? He must be corrupted, or else he wouldn't have turned out this way, in my opinion." "Corrupted?" I opened my eyes. Zagan had undoubtedly become a demon, but what exactly does corrupted mean? Was he a corrupted nobleman? Did he steal the people's money? "Even though demons have long been driven from this world, they have left some of their powers behind." "Everyone in this world is now subject to a curse they left behind, known as the Demonic Curse, which transforms one's thoughts into demonic ones as long as one aspires to the S-rank."

And then he woke up. An agreement was soon reached. Even with all the feeding he was crippled. Whatever happened to him in Durtan Sedil left him magically weakened and the demon needed allies. The deal was simple. Dem would teach them magic and after a few elves were ready, he would, with their help, stop the sun in place. In return, the high council of elves vowed to send expeditions to Durtan Sedil and help Dem dig up the rest of his brothers who were still alive. Most of the demons were dead, but there were still those who hibernated and could be saved. But a simple vow was not enough for the demon. He wanted a pledge of blood. The pledge of blood was a special kind of magic. It would bin

Camael looked so weak as he gave the both of us a squeeze before we cut a part of his wrist, drinking from the source of his vein. I cannot explain what happened next but I can hear Hades chanting along with Azazel who is purifying and purging the curse out of us. I feel like I was flying though I’m rooted to the ground as I took Crocell’s hand in mine and with that, the curse was broken. All that’s left is to purify our souls and ask for the source’s blessing. We are finally free.