Valdemar The Arcana の小説・ストーリー

The impact knocked the air from his lungs, but the warmth pressed against his chest brought panic, not pain. "Valcoz," he whispered, lifting himself. The demon lay limp, black blood trailing from his mouth, eyes closed, skin pale where it shouldn't be. The horns that had once glowed with crimson rage were cracked, dulled, barely clinging to their arcane shimmer. Valcoz was burning from the inside out, his power devoured by the sealing spell, the divine residue eating through his very veins. “No, no, no, stay with me,” Jacquiem breathed, already dragging him up.

--- Part I – Beneath the Ember Vault Deep beneath the volcanic caves of Mount Thirell, past centuries of collapsed corridors and rusted glyph walls, a hidden chamber pulsed with forgotten heat. Red light licked the stone like a flame caught in slow time. A lone figure knelt before a relic bound in iron and bone: the Ember Vault. Its surface shimmered with wards half-melted, once meant to never be disturbed. But they were failing. The figure, cloaked in ash-crimson robes, removed her mask. Her name was Calren Voss, exiled archivist of Venara, now rogue prophet of the Red Circle.

I then absently added as I momentarily lost myself in the memory, faintly reminiscing that fated day, when that foolish mother of hers decided to follow me to The Underworld -even though strongly advised against it- and seduce her way straight to me, both of us committing a capital sin as we eventually gave in to our unquenchable lust for each other, creating a life, born from sin. Born from Lust... My thoughts quickly trailed straight back to that specific image, remembering how Raphael held my precious child so fiercely close to him, their bodily language only hinting one, pretty obvious fact; They had intimately touched each other... My anger rose once again, my fingers digging into my pa

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The Halen Empire was thrown into disarray when the news of the Holy Maiden, Princess Kristina Zariah Ventimiglia de Ivrea, the Duchess of Ivrea, was alive. When the people found out that the Holy Maiden gave birth to a jeweled eye wielder, everyone assumed that she was now dead despite the lack of confirmation from the Duke of Ivrea and Emperor Khalil of the Toen Empire. After all, the spouse of the Saint Archmages would eventually die as soon as a jeweled eye wielder was born from them.

They have just returned from the other world to recieve the blessings of the druids before they begin their good good work’ Immediately, the castle door swung open and the crusaders came in. The first of them was Slaemann who in every inch looked the leader of the crusaders. Despite his handsome features and luscious smile, he was a very deadly man when it came to things like wars. In fact, it was him who brought honor to Aberdeen many years ago when he was eighteen by defeating a whole army. He was a vampire, a wolf, and an expert at handling the sword. His confident gait also said that. Thirteen rock-faced men watched belligerently from his back with their swords at the ready.

He said. Season 2 ended here! Author note: Hello everyone!! Please continue to read ARCANUM because, there will be a side story which about Steven and Nicolai. See you on Season 3!!!

He clenched his fist and stepped a little closer towards the boulder, his booted feet making a depression on the black sand. The Encyclopedia of Demons or popularly known as the Dictionnaire Infernal is the book Marcus had found in the Vatican Archives that talked about the demon with blue and violet flames. It may not have given a fitting picture of what the hellish entity looked like, but it was able to provide enough information for him to use.

I whisper. She nods. She pauses, her gaze drifting somewhere far away. “Only two beings could face him: the Primarch Arcana, the strongest of the light witches, wielder of the purest magic… and the Alpha of the Amadeus pack—Valerius Amadeus.” Primarch Arcana. The name strikes me. I tuck it away for later. “They fought him together. Valerius with fang and claw, blade and fury. And the Primarch, with everything magic had ever taught us. Their battle lasted days.”

Finding the dread as its familiarity draws them into a shock, the demon that represents more than an S class but an arcana signifies the star she’s born within. “I am you, but you are not me. Remember to find the truth and know the lies as it will be the lie as the other is the truth. Be careful, Daniela.” Drawing a pentagram and taking an eye-catch talisman throwing it unto the air burning it in response. Neon purple light draws the patter as their eyes pins in a surprise backing out unto her side protecting her unto their stance as the ‘demon’ they are fighting against is the very image of the serpentine God.