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Those words echoes in my mind as I slowly began to loose consciousness. A/n This is a matter of life and death, what would be the face of the female lead? Will she suffocate to death? Find out as you continue reading

That was why he’d spent a small fortune on the obsidian mirror. He dragged the heavy black artifact out from under the bed, its surface so dark it seem to drink in the light. Ancient, jagged runes carved around the edges. The dealer had sworn it would turn their bedroom into a temple of filth if they fed it blood. Lila sat up, her full tits swaying. “That thing is creepy as hell, Marcus.” “That’s the point baby,” he grinned, pulling out a small ritual knife. “One drop each. Then we fuck in front of it. Supposed to make everything… intense.”

A pile of ash mixed with burnt offerings lay in one corner, while water-stained parchments and crude sketches littered the ground, sticky with red and black candle wax that had solidified with time. “Yes. I am Anubis… bone whisperer of the old pact.” Anubis raised her gaze, watching Lillia with piercing pale eyes that increased Lillia’s self consciousness all the more as it felt as though Anubis was staring into her soul. Then, her lips curved slowly, “and I know who you are… Zorya… First Light… the one who died broken… and returned unbroken.” Zorya? Fenris repeated as confusion stirred within Lillia. Is she a quack or what? She couldn’t even guess any of your names correctly.

He knew I was not the Lumira whose medical records he had studied. "Dark magic is not native to this body," he said, placing his cards on the table with deliberate precision. Not playing cards. Research notes, thin and precise, covered in diagrams I couldn't read from this distance. "Necromancy at your level requires a soul that has already crossed the threshold. A soul that has died and returned, carrying the imprint of the grave. The original Lumira never died — not truly. She was murdered. There is a difference." He looked at me, and for the first time, his clinical mask cracked. Not with emotion — with hunger. The hunger of a scholar who had found the anomaly he had been searching for.

A hidden directory titled 'Project 99% Mother. Kael’s digital pulse stuttered. The file was a stratigraphic map of every woman the Council had ever used as an anchor. It wasn't a list of heroes. It was a ledger of casualties. He swiped through the names, and the horror of it rippled through the city’s grid, causing the Grand Hall’s lights to strobe a sickly, necrotic violet. Unit 1: Brain death at forty percent petrification. Unit 3: Systemic marrow collapse. Unit 8: Neural extraction failed.

--- Ilyra remained awake. --- One final file rested open in front of her. Old. Very old. Almost deleted. --- She turned the last page. Read the final notation. Then froze. --- SUCCESSFUL REINTEGRATION SUBJECT REPORTED NO FURTHER ATTACHMENT DISTRESS --- Beneath it: --- SUBJECT EXPIRED ELEVEN DAYS LATER --- No cause of death. No explanation. No supplemental report. Nothing. --- Just success. Then death. --- Ilyra stared at the page.

I looked around for the librarian but noticed that Lucian and Cassius weren't here anymore. “Pack duties.” Darius said. Like I asked. I ignored him, got up and went to find the librarian. “What does it say?” I asked pointing to a page. I didn't know why but something on that page called out to me. The librarian looked at the page. Then at me. For a second, he didn’t speak. “Moon-marked wolf.” My fingers tightened around the book. “what?” “It’s a type of wolf,” he continued calmly. “the rare and powerful kind.”

That didn’t match anything in our curriculum. My fingers ached from flipping pages. I found one obscure reference to something called “ignis vitae” in a banned grimoire excerpt, Fire of Life. It was associated with creatures that could resurrect themselves, burn through curses, and shift magic simply by existing. Dragons. But even that was vague, as if whoever wrote it had been trying not to leave a full account, as if it had been erased.

If it means what he thinks it means, then it makes perfect sense why they are the chosen victims. ‘Those who accept their end will rot for as long as their soul had been dead’ also supports the rotting corpses despite it being freshly killed. There had been no implications of struggle, or bruises. It meant nobody fought it physically. It was an intangible entity…making it all the more dangerous. “Hmm…” She returns her gaze to the book and searched for a name. “This book calls it the Plague for the Miserable. I’ve yet to read a cure or a way to prevent it. But fret not, that’s what I will look for today.”

With a sound like a spine breaking and a bell tolling at the same time, the lockbook tore free. Corvin wrenched it out of the monster’s chest with both hands, dropping back onto the drift in a spray of pages and light. The effect on the librarian was instant. It convulsed. The towering body of stacked volumes jerked once, twice, the chains along its arms thrashing in wild, directionless spasms. Its ink‑eyes flared, then burst, black liquid pouring down its face like blood. “CORE TEXT REMOVED,” it howled, voice whipsawing between registers. “ACCESS— ACCESS— ACCESS—”