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The fire roared higher, shifting from orange to crimson. “From her ashes,” Ash whispered, voice trembling, “I rise. From her blood, I rule. From her silence ” She smiled, slow and cruel. “ I speak.” The flames answered, twisting into the shape of wings. Every screen across the world turned white-hot with her image. And from a darkened mountainside far away, a lone figure watched the broadcast Bianca, face half-lit by the glow, rain in her hair, eyes unreadable. She whispered just two words into the comm:

Overlapping timestamps. It was past midnight, but he wasn’t tired. He leaned back, rubbed his face, then stared at the ceiling. “There’s something here,” he muttered. “I know it.” He looked down at her name again. Helena Lynch. “I know you didn’t lie the first time,” he whispered. “They just made you say you did.” And that meant he wasn’t letting it go. … The trees outside swayed gently in the wind. A few wilted daffodils dotted the garden, and a birdbath sat unused—no birds in weeks. The curtains danced slightly with the cool breeze.

“After my parents died, I rarely went out. But whenever you came to Skyspire, I watched you from a distance. I was afraid to disturb you, and I hated seeing you hurt yourself over Adrian.” Then he smiled, almost proudly. “But it is fine now.” I had not known we met so early. I had not known he had watched me for so long. Then I remembered the rumors and hesitated. “When your parents died in that griffin crash, you were there too. After that, your wings...” I stopped, afraid to reopen the wound. Cassian lowered his eyes, then murmured, “You can find out for yourself.” My face burned. Outside the window, the Judgment Flame burned quietly through the night.

He just grunted and told me to sit still. But I remember exactly why. It was the day I finally ran. The day I stopped waiting for someone to save me and saved myself. The wings were for the part of me that wanted to believe in freedom. The knife? For the part that knew I’d have to fight for it. And bleed. A shift behind me draws my attention. Alana. Barefoot. Wrapped in a blanket, eyes soft with sleep but focused. She steps onto the balcony, hair catching the moonlight like a halo.

I played a section of the audio clip that I had been recording since the beginning. [Brother Fab is indeed fabulous. Even the mighty Ms. Jefferson is completely under your thumb!] [“Ms. Jefferson? She’s nothing. Back when Brother Fab was lending money, he could have any girl he wanted. Now, that’s what I call a good life!”] Upon hearing the audio clip, Tiffany’s mind was instantly transported back five years ago. She was grabbed by several masked men and was nearly violated… Yet, she refused to believe it had anything to do with Fabian.

ΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩ Wow, the business department lives up to their name, What a wonderful event did they organize, As I and Emma were strolling and having complete fun of the day A familiar yet distant voice pulled me back to the reality "Yo~ What is a Mistress daughter doing here? Wandering around shamelessly" I turned around to find a person meeting her is the last thing I wanna do but here she is . . Please follow me to support dealing with the unexpected embarrassment, with the next chapter. . "Humiliation"

*** Note from the Author: This novel has dark, forced sexual elements, brutality and raw demonic aggression. Please read with caution this is a dark erotica tale. Some elements could be triggering for some. *** “He’s like a king living up on that hill.” Udora remarked to me in a hushed voice. Living in WitchFall Fortress on that hill. Guarding the WitchFall dungeons. I thought bitterly. Having not like the man since he’d accused my friend Mara of being a witch and taken her away.

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Some butterflies fly in different colors that change from flower to flower. My brain is completely consumed by the things I think about. I just closed my eyes because even Grandpa didn't want to believe it. Elijah, on the other hand, did not fully believe. No one believed in me and there was a part of me that couldn't accept that. They don't seem to trust me. I was about to speak but I heard some rustling so I didn't continue. I wondered if it was an animal making the rustling noises but I heard more of what sounded like wings.

The Fourth Elder finally knelt on the ground. “Speak.” Andrius looked at him coldly. “Where are the people you bought from the Black Kiln Sea?” “Heh...” The Fourth Elder sneered disdainfully. However, before he could speak... Spurt. Andrius swiftly chopped off his arm. “Ahhh!” The Fourth Elder screamed in agony but still gritted his teeth, refusing to talk. Andrius was not surprised. With a whistle, countless insects flew out and burrowed into the wound.