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♱ • 1750 B.C • ♱ Unfortunately things seemed to make more and more sense, as if one little piece could finally fit the other and all I had left was a damn puzzle practically complete. In the end I had not left so much time to think, after all if Azrael really was a traitor, he would act again. If he were really serving his God - he would try to bring Elaine to the third territory.

⸻ 🌙 Azrael The Book of Origins suddenly opened. 📖✨ Its pages turned wildly. Thousands of years of history flashed across them. Ancient kingdoms. Dead civilizations. Lost worlds. 🌙 Then one page stopped. A page no one had ever seen before. ⚡ At the top was written: AZRAEL Beneath it: First Creation. First Betrayal. First Prisoner. 💀 The city fell silent. Even the wind stopped. ⸻ 🌙 The Forgotten Beginning

Masi seems to hold Mosi back for some reason. Xalvy continued as if the sisters weren’t even there. “Antone and I are twins. Born to existence at the same time. And we are opposite of each other, we are the yin and yang of every living being.” “What I’m trying to say is, I’m Life, and he is Death.” As she finished, all of them seemed to lean forward with their eyes on me and holding their breath, waiting on my reaction to this latest revelation. I didn’t realize I was sitting on the edge of the couch, until I let myself lean back into the couch and almost fell off of it. This information and revelation would have been too much for a normal person to comprehend, it could make anyone go mad.

“You’ve been preparing this for years.” “Yes.” “All the meetings. The quiet alliances.” “Yes.” “The rumors.” “Yes.” Her voice drops to almost nothing. “You never cared about just breaking their bond.” “It was useful,” I say. “But it was never the end.” The hum deepens. Lyra swallows hard. “What is Azrael?” I open my eyes. “An adversary to lunar order.” Her face drains of color. “You’re aligning with something that hates the Moon.” “I am aligning with balance.”

With a laugh that made me feel as though I were missing something, Azrael flashed me a sultry grin and strode off down the hall. Late that night, the mansion decided to welcome me back in the only way it knew how. By causing chaos. I was startled awake by the click of the lock sliding out of place. I’d fallen asleep with a book on my chest. It was some dusty tomb talking about the creation of Gods, and how some were brought into existence by this ominous, ancient force of good. As hard as I looked, there was no name for this force, and no physical form that I could find.

I was eating toast at my father's kitchen island at 7am, thinking about this, when I decided I was done sitting still. The toast went in the bin. I got dressed. I grabbed my jacket, the one with the rosary still in the pocket, and I left before anyone in the house was awake enough to have opinions about it. --- Here was what I knew. Azrael had operated in New York before Sicily. He'd had contacts here — people who moved in the specific gray area between legitimate business and the kind of business that didn't get discussed at dinner parties. The kind of people who knew things. The kind of people who, if you approached correctly and didn't look like law enforcement, might tell you some of tho

It was like the man wasn’t there or they didn’t feel guilty at least, about it. “You don’t need to be surprised, Ezra. For a person who had a Lycan son, who has also been given up on, I am surprised that you are still surprised about me.” Alvize said, stopping me. I had to fight back growling at the man whose eyes were fixed on our parents. The odd and scary part about this was that the man showed zero emotions, and zero remorse. If anything, he didn’t seem to be in the pain that I was in.

He reached out with a withered, gnarled hand—trying to grasp me, to touch my face one last time. "I'm... so... sorry..." His lips moved, soundless, forming those three words—too late by a lifetime. But his hand fell, limp and lifeless, against the freezing floor. And in that instant, as his eyes closed for good, my spirit dissolved—scattering like starlight into the endless snow. Every debt, every grudge, every wound—all of it faded into dust. If there is a next life, Father, let us never meet again.

I gritted each word out, meeting his eyes, "but I can't tell the location." My annoyance grew as I said those words. So close yet so far. "I can see her, her face, she’s still asleep, in that state.” I trailed off gritting my teeth, “but I can't, I can’t see where she is,” I gritted once more, frustration building. "She's been cloaked, Azian" Edwin explained the very obvious statement we had long established. Abigail and Alessia had discovered one new spell in the Soul Book. It was a protection spell, the most powerful one to ever exist.

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