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"Will you have Seph Adrian, to be your wife, to live together in holy marriage? Will you love her, comfort her, honor her, and keep her in sickness and in health, and forsaking all others, be faithful to her as long as you both shall live?" The priest passed the speaker towards Hades’ mouth “I do” He replied without any hesitation. For me, His instant reply was not something depicting love it was all to end this fast and then lead me towards my ruin. His vows of comfort honor and faithfulness are void. In them is the promise of punishment, suffering, and torment. The crowd clapped and the priest turned toward me. “Will you have Hades Maximilian Decardo to be your husband, to live in holy mar

I was ripping my own heart in two as I read each line. Lucas's hold on my shoulder still had me frozen. "What is it?" he growled in a menacing tone. I swallowed hard, tears running down as I read, "We vowed to care for one another at the expense of losing everything. Our blood is our vow and our secrets—if we were to utter them—kill or destroy us." The words echoed in the vacant warehouse. The specter of ultimate judgment hung heavier on my mind.

Perhaps it was out of desperation that he wanted to hear other options than the one he was about to do. “Instead of using the drug,” Bernard continued, looking at Enzo as he spoke. “We make him give us the vow of loyalty and truth.” The council was silent but Ophelia heard their minds loud and clear. She was thinking the same thing they did, would Enzo agree to this? The vow of loyalty is the same one Bernard gave to Ophelia six years ago. He always went by it, if he wanted to or not. The difference between the drug and the vow is that the drug lasts for only a few hours. The vow lasts for eternity. Some old Glaham tales say the vow even follows you in your death. It is the most hallowed and

I looked at him expectantly. “I’d like to say my vows to my wife alone, they’re a little private.” I ignored the oohs and ahhhs in the audience, trying to hide my confusion as to why Christian would want only me to hear his vows. Something smelled fishy, and I didn’t know if I should be scared or not. Then he leaned in, close enough to my ear so that only I could hear him. "My dear Hazel, I vow to make sure you spend all the days of your life in pain. I vow to spend my days making you pay for your crimes against me. I promise to give you a life of pain, so bad that you wish for a death that will never come.”

Even the Devourer—watching from somewhere adjacent to reality—goes quiet. This is not its domain. LYRA When the Hollow speaks, it does not use words. It uses alignment. Memory locks into place—every buried name the council sealed away, every bloodline twisted into service, every silence rewarded with survival. And then— Demand. Not a command. A condition. What is remembered must be held. I stagger—not from pain, but from scale. The Hollow does not want vengeance. It does not want worship. It wants custodians. Living ones.

Evaluated commitment. Finally, she nodded. Accepted. Believed. "I believe you," Echo said. "I trust you. I accept your promise. I will try. I will connect with peaceful nothings. I will ask them what they know. I will request that they reveal your past. I will seek this knowledge for you. But if they refuse, you must honour your promise. Must accept their answer. Must stop seeking. You must keep your commitment. Must honour your vow. Must respect their choice. If they refuse, you stop. You promised. I trust that promise. I believe that commitment. I accept that vow. I will try. For you. Because you asked. Because you need. Because this is your final attempt. I will try. Now. Here. Together.

Ironically, there was no love to be found in this arrangement. The priest turned to us. "Do you, Tatum, take Arden Voss to be your lawfully wedded spouse, to love and cherish till death do you part?" "I do," I answered softly. The priest nodded before turning to Arden. "And do you, Arden Voss, take Tatum to be your lawfully wedded spouse, to love and cherish till death do you part?" Silence. My breath caught. One second. Two. The air suddenly felt too thick to breathe.

Eirwen felt a chill crawl up her spine when Vow placed the book beside it and slowly opened to a page near the center. In delicate handwriting—gold ink, smudged with ash—it read: “Lie to the Crown. Lose the tongue.” Eirwen didn’t laugh. But she did smile. Just a little. “This some kind of mafia poem?” she asked. Triarch Vow didn’t move. Domenik did. He stepped toward her, voice softer than it should’ve been. “This is not metaphor. It’s doctrine.” “You want me afraid?” “No,” he said. “I want you honest.”

Pompous and self-assertive. Laura snorts. “Mom, there’s no way I’m marrying a man with an obtrusive behavior.” “That settles it, then. We’re not getting married,” he announced, not minding everyone’s distorted reactions. “Olivia…” Ophelia looks at her daughter whose eyes are filled with grimace as she stares at Duke on the other side of the table. Duke’s father, Edmond, on the other hand, carefully leaned towards his son’s ears before whispering, making sure no one on the table can hear them. "I remember warning you this morning. Stop being stubborn this instant,” he warned.

CHAPTER 64 ~ THE CONDUCTOR'S GAMBIT~ The Hollow Men were a poison in the bloodstream of our growing world. Their attacks were never direct, always corrosive. A newly planted harmonic grove would be found with every sapling spaced exactly three paces apart, drained of vitality. A shared song between a Raven lore-keeper and a young wolf would be followed by the appearance of a darkened waystone, filling their minds with whispering doubts about the point of such "cross-species chatter."