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I just finished reading the last book when I started to write Descent for real! The title when this was still a draft was actually ‘Can’t Help Falling (In Love With You)’ because I was listening to the same song only the dark version at the time. But I got annoyed because I felt it was too freaking long to be a title. For a time, I settled calling the story "Fall from Grace" in my head but it still felt wrong... so when I searched for a synonym, the meaning of the word descent.. clicked; it feels like it perfectly sums up the entire plot.

The room seemed to tilt slightly around me. “What?” My voice barely came out. “You’re the last known descendant.” Silence crashed heavily through the room. I stared at her while my mind struggled to catch up. “No,” I whispered weakly. Elena slowly pushed one of the scrolls closer toward me. Old sketches covered the page, one of them showed the omega standing beside a dark-haired king. The resemblance hit me instantly, the same grey eyes, the same pale hair. My stomach twisted violently. “This can’t be real.”

No doubt the more admiration they feel. Benson's descendants don't just have a perfect face and physique. However, her good manners and ethics when dealing with other people are extraordinary. Shows that the descendants of Benson do have royal blood within them. Serry pursed her lips as the last person she came into contact with gave a brief nod before smiling faintly. Omega then chuckled before looking straight ahead again.

"This place is too creepy because of those pictures." "I'm just a little surprised. Why Master Dryzen's ancestors, he has acquired its physical characteristics without fading. Over the generations, it seems that children do not inherit any characteristics from their mothers?" Miss Dahlia sat down. The wedding photos were also there every time Master Dryzen got married. External display for public use only. Not to suspect that he is an immortal. "I said the same thing when I first saw those pictures. But you are right Miss Dahlia that they are Master Dryzen's ancestors.”

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Prime looked vaguely like a voodoo doll. At the far side of the picture was a black gate. The lines were heavy and thick, bringing to mind jail cell bars. The top of each vertical bar was set with an arrow. Wide at the base, it winnowed up to a point that looked sharp enough to draw blood. "Prime is the Creator being. Exact or precise stories of its origin have been lost over the eons. Anda and Asta, along with their other siblings, are direct descendants of the Prime. Each was given an aspect or virtue of Prime. They were to gift it to their children, so on and so forth. Everyone with me?" He looked up, catching every one of our gazes.

Every second he stared at him, her gaze turns darker. “You’re really something…” she whispered as she caressed the surface of the scroll where Morgan’s face was etched. Morgan’s prominent features were drawn on the scrolls in the most detailed way possible. Every strand of his long hair, the fascinating thickness of his brows, his tantalizing eyes, and that kind-looking smile on his lips. The image looks so vivid that it feels like the Goddess was actually staring at this special boy. She remembered adoring this little kid who was born the same time her daughter was born. His cries reached her ears somehow and right then, she already knows this child wouldn’t be an average alpha. She had wat

“She… she's not like that.” “Oh, yeah?” Ildara snorted. She began to unpack the contents of the suitcase; the rest contained only clothes and several necklaces with black stones. “Listen, Venus.” Ildara emphasized when saying the name of Venus. “I'm telling you a legendary true story in Dasina. Amerta is Bizura; his grandfather Giris Druiksa is Bizura; Langit is also Bizura. Then one day, somehow they, Amerta and Langit, were involved in one-night-stand love. And you were born—someone that everyone just knew—Venus the princess of Bizura. The only pure Bizura descendant; not just crossbreed. Then—”

The longer she stared, the more it became clear to her that she has finally found her lost princess – Elysian Emerald, the name she and Gustavo made for their baby. Just as Elise was on the verge of crying, the little baby boy on her other arm woke up. Elise was surprised some more. The baby boy’s eyes were the most beautiful, yet the most peculiar she had ever seen in her entire life. One eye was blue and green– the bluest and the greenest that there existed. The upper eye was the color of the seas and the skies combined while the lower eye was the hue of the pastures and leaves. The other eye was colored with the interpolation of brown and purple. It was the shade of brown that looked like