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What he saw is something he will never be able to unsee ever in his life. Pu! Tom belched. Bones, rotten skins, dismembered heads, revolving dead eyes, disfigured mouths and a heap of rotten flesh mangled and mingled with each other. "Enehera sanctum desecreto El fuego. Ranapium scosa de lirium e fructum! " The man's hand sawyed like he was conducting an orchestra as he sang. "Whooom!"

I see the toddler orphans laughing at my antics… {a younger me playing the electric guitar and making a death growl… Sol smiling at me spotlit among the audience…} {…as though she was the one performing I see…} {…death not as an end but a beginning, like being born backwards} The next thing I know I’m being dragged upwards. My mind’s protesting but my entire body’s limp. {Must be one of those damned fishermen…! Sto—}

Just raw, scarred skin where the voice should be. But this time, Yvette didn’t flinch. She lifted the lock of hair. And screamed. The sound tore through the air like fire. The entity recoiled. The ritual circle glowed. Yvette’s voice, cracked and untrained, sang—the lullaby from the dreams. But louder. Fierce. Raw. Each note ripped into the darkness. Each word broke a chain. The figure writhed. And then— It cracked. Splintered. Fell apart into dust.

“Sama, sama, my love, you are out of that grave, you are out, my dear dragon, we have found you; please, open your eyes and look around.” She stopped listening to Aaron's voice addressing her, the voice of the lover who had been swallowed up by the earth as it had swallowed her and buried him under its rubble with Lucifer. She slowly opened her eyes, blinking several times, trying to clarify her blurred vision, and raised her eyes to the sky, watching the shadows of the sun in the middle, hot and bright; she closed them, unable to bear them any more. Paying attention to Aaron, her pupils narrowed, trying to convince herself that it was real and not an illusion, kneeling beside her, anxiousl

Hey, don’t run, We can play together, I become the It, you will hide, Cover your mouth, don’t even scream, Coz’ I can hear your short breath well. Tap… Tap… Tap… The sound of the heels resonated louder. Hey, don’t run, Let’s play a little game and have fun, Don’t shout and hide well, Just wait, I’m coming, Look out, I’ll be by your side. “What is this?” Edmund’s body was screaming in agony. The horror tone of the voice made him full-blown panic of uncertainty.

Vincent's scream pierced the darkness as he fell, his claws swiping at empty air. His body twisted in mid-air, feeling weightless while shadows tightened around him like chains. The ghost’s voice taunted him, deep and harsh. "You fall, fox. Because you don’t resist gravity. You belong here." Vincent let out a roar, desperately trying to summon fire, but no flames emerged. His golden eyes shone brightly against the dark backdrop. “Camela!” he yelled, his voice cracking. “Please respond!”

“Without me, you are wind.” “Then I’ll teach the air grammar,” I say, and lift my hand. Hollowflame blooms—thin, clean. His bracelets ring. Threads lash my wrists, biting tight. The smell is my hair burning. Cords flicker around wolves’ throats. “Submit,” he says, unchanged. My knees consider. Hollowflame blackens the cords; they smoke and hold. Nyxara hisses. You’re burning rope. Burn the ink. The Ledger turns itself.

Olive’s voice comes soft from the rear, gentle and lethal all at once. “Hands where I can see them, sir.” The ladder quivers and tries to fall on us like wet glass. “Now,” Max says. “Anchor,” Hazel says to me, and calls. Not a lullaby, our house already stole that back. Three notes, pure and terrible, the shape of the cradle when it was whole. The keystone hum under my feet answers like thunder under skin. The wet glass of the web hits the places we’ve cut and tears and the witch fire dies.

that sure as hell sounds like me, and I mentally changed the word ‘heroes’ every time it was sung in the song to ‘demons,’ and I caught a small grin growing on my lips, which I quickly corrected. I never thought of myself as the kind of person to have a regular relationship, daydreaming of the bad boy wanting the meek Abby, and that’s exactly what I had, so shouldn’t I be happy? Isn’t this what I wanted? Be careful what you wish for, I guess.

“Wolves that hunt, resting upon the tree. Bats that are swaying for their day had just begun.” As the lyrics of the eerie song now pertain to Kyle. The words and the wonder that it brings which is turning his mind into disarray that he couldn’t stop nor pinpoint how. But with his prideful heart, he is staying still and wide awake. Taking this deal like a war to play against Arthur. “Now here comes a soul whose warry and awake. With its fear of all manner of ghouls, hags, and wraiths.” The perfect description for Alliah. The words that are sending her a shiver and making her vision spin. Yet, she couldn’t afford to lose against it. Not now that they are in front of the hell’s son and where th