The Purification Oblivion Novels & Stories

A deliberate, electric contact. “Come. The journal awaits. The lily has given us a direction. Now we need a destination.” I followed him out of the solarium, the scent of flowers clinging to my skin. Gloria’s warning echoed in my mind. 'An obsession can be a shield, but it can also be a snare.' I had felt the walls of the snare from the beginning. But now, for the first time, I was beginning to see how I might weave my own threads into it. He thought he was the only one giving rewards.

Chains of pure energy bound his wrists. Lena stumbled forward, tears filling her eyes. “Elias—!” His eyes snapped open. Not green. Not gold. White. The purge itself stared at her through him. Sable stepped beside Lena, voice soft and satisfied. “Welcome home.” Elias’s voice echoed through the chamber—layered, distorted, and heartbreaking: “Lena…” She pressed a hand against the barrier, tears spilling. “Elias—I’m here…” But the purge inside him surged— and his scream shook the entire room.

Finish Minnie, smirking. "But nice try though," Johan smirked. "Good job," says a voice that clearly is from a voice changer. We all look back to the television, the screen is now purple. "You may enter, liberos meos." I smile proudly, watching the wall behind the desk slowly opens to a tunnel. Still smiling, I enter the tunnel behind Kelly and Britt. I was so proud of myself after taking down Hade, that I didn't notice Scout was tense ever since La Reu spoke.

Ressi shielded his eyes, squinting into the brilliance. "Arrival confirmed," a voice announced. It wasn't a human voice. It was melodic, calm, and possessed a fatherly warmth that felt entirely manufactured. It resonated from every wall, every ceiling, and every floor. "Welcome, travelers, to the Sanctuary of the Steel Shell. You have escaped the chaos. You have been chosen for Purification." The Ritual of the Scrub

He reached out and touched a stray droplet of the mercury-light. The liquid starlight didn't burn him. It bowed. It coiled around his finger like a loyal pet, its flat frequency turning into a vibrant, gold-sapphire hum. Isabella let out a scream of pure, unadulterated horror. "The child! He is unweaving the Purification! Stop him! Kill him now!" The silver ships unleashed a second wave of "Total Dissolution" beams, all aimed directly at Kaelen.

She leans in her seat, sighing. “Which is why I will keep it as a last resort,” I add. “If the plague is impossible to defeat with any other means, then I will try. There’s no harm in trying, yes?” I smile a little, but my two advisors meaningfully exchange glances from opposite sides. “As a matter of fact, there is.” My smile was washed from my face. With a solemnly quiet voice, Priscilla reveals, “Purification is the act of cleansing the damned. If you fail… the damned will corrupt you. Once you’re corrupted, in your state, you can either become a plague like him or suffer in the Underworld.”

“Cassian is on the list. He and the girl, maybe even that red-eyed witch. I think he's preparing this for anyone who has stepped out of line against him.” I was shocked by the revelation as my hands gripped the railing until my knuckles turned white. My heart was thudding so loudly that I feared they might hear it from where they were standing. The purification rite?” I asked, surprised. The purification rite is an execution, yes, but not just that; it was a performance. A message full of pain, humiliation, suffering, drawn out for spectacle, and it is designed to break more than bodies. “Lucien wasn’t just threatening those rebelling against him, but truly, he was preparing to eradicate the

"Elena saved me. Saved Marcus. Saved all bridges. She's she's everything. She's thank you Elena. Thank you thank you thank you." Elena's eyes opened three hours later. But they weren't her eyes anymore. "The purification worked," she said in voice that layered with thousands. "You cleansed the corruption. You made between pure. You made it perfect. Perfect for us." Around the settlement, all twelve healers sat up simultaneously. Eyes empty. Consciousness altered. Changed. "Did you really think," they spoke in unison, "that we were the corruption? That we were what needed to be removed?"

I tried to crawl over and pull her down, but a bullet struck right between her eyes and I watched as she fell to the ground, dead. “Shit! Shit!!” Dante cursed. The shots stopped after a while and we heard the roar of car’s engine outside the workshop. “How the fuck did a car get here?” Dante sneaked up to the door to check when I heard noises coming from Pierre. “He is still alive.” I crawled to Pierre who tried to speak as blood spurt from his mouth. “I … I … told you,” He choked out. “The dark one… he is always watching.” His eyes closed as he took his last breath.

If he tried to remove it, risked rupture… Shale laughed, a wet, gurgling sound. **<< Purification… begins… >>** Leo’s comm earpiece crackled. Not Winters. A different frequency. A cold, synthesized voice, stripped of Dominic’s old timbre but vibrating with the same core of triumphant malice: **<< Tick-tock, Leo. The future is sterile. The weak must make way. Are you ready to watch the children cleanse the world? Or will you break the vial and poison them yourself? A fitting dilemma for the keeper of broken things. >>**