Replaced by His First Love
I wheezed, falling to my knees as the oxygen vanished from my lungs.
Kael’s ghost-voice screamed in my skull—a sound of absolute, structural failure. “The... trap... Aria... the... gold... was... always... the... cage...”
The Apostle glided toward me, its face hidden behind a mask of shifting smoke.
"You saved the Pack, Mother," the god whispered, its voice a sonar pulse that rattled my brain. "Now, pay the interest with your soul."
The floor beneath me gave way. The Grand Hall was being pulled into the bone-white towers. I looked at my son, then at the man who had become the house, and then at the sky that was finally, completely, falling.
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