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The bubble of reality around them shrank, the screaming chaos pressing in closer. Figures began to form in the vortex. Vast, shadowy shapes of impossible geometry. Eyes of cold fire. Wings of shattered glass and smoke. They were not fully in the world yet, but their presence was enough to warp the air, to make the stones of the chapel bleed black ichor. The Fallen Pantheon was arriving. “See?” the man Kael whispered, his eyes wide with fanatical joy. “See their glory?” Lyra was sobbing, her hands over her ears. “Make it stop! Make the bad song stop!”

Gildeon tapped his fingers under the desk edge and gave the girl with the brow piercing a silent nod to speak again. “Agree with that,” she said, backing up the last student. “The Book of Yonah said the magic led to chaos and destruction.” She paused, pointing to an open page in the book. “There are stories about mythical civilizations that collapsed because they couldn’t handle the power responsibly.” The goth boy butted in, “But the Fallen Immortal had no idea the lower mortals would abuse their power.” He shrugged and leaned back. “It’s not his fault.”

Jasmine started to fade before she could continue. Gabriel waited in front of the throne on his knee bowing to the Almighty as he felt ashamed. Yet another soul was regained and the earth now was out of balance and corrupted by one person. One measly woman. His fists clenched and he contained the anger from his lips as he spoke. He had never been so humiliated. “No need to feel humiliated, my child. There are certain things in this world that you do not understand.” The Almighty replied, in a blanket of warmth surrounding Gabriel, not at all upset as he thought The Almighty should be.

His wings still out, tensed, and ready, the rest of us holding our weapons. He moved so fast I didn’t even see him. Sliding past the others as fluid as water going around rocks in a stream he came for me, I felt his arm snag my waist and my feet left the Earth. I heard Devon’s shots fire and Kenneth soared into the air in pursuit. Cassi let out a scream and I heard the others calling my name as we ascended, until they were just specks. Kenneth closing in, aiming his crossbow at Shamshiel’s wings, his purple wings beating as he tried desperately to keep up, his face contorted in anguish as he realized he would not be able to help me. In the blink of an eye Shamshiel closed his wings around us

Ivan asked me to reread while he got his pens and paper to jot down notes so I could decipher what each word in the book meant. After another three hours, I finished reading and closed the third book. Then I glanced up at Ivan, who had a keen focus on the pages before him. “Is there something in there?” Aaron asked Ivan, who stayed silent on the study seat and only stared at the pages before him. “Yes, the book calls it For the Fallen. According to these books, there are three stages of completing The Ritual of the Fallen. The full moon mating, the lunar eclipse marking, and the crimson moon blood ritual.”

⸻ The Fallen Celestial slowly released Victor. ⸻ The Blackthorne heir crashed against the ground violently. Coughing. Gasping. Barely conscious. ⸻ Black veins spread across his neck. Across his face. ⸻ The corruption was growing. ⸻ But nobody looked at him. ⸻ Nobody cared. ⸻ Because something impossible had just happened. ⸻ The Fallen Celestial took one slow step forward. ⸻ Its enormous body towered over everyone. Yet somehow—

I understood but still had trouble falling asleep without him, mainly because I couldn't turn my mind off. Felix finally broke around eight. He told us he was working with the vampires who wanted my blood to fuel their black magic spells, that they would use me as a blood bag and use me to become more powerful. As for why me specifically, we got nowhere. He only admitted to knowing that I was a powerful hybrid, which I knew was a goddessdamn lie, or at least a half-truth.

The flickering lamplight cast long shadows across the room, mirroring the turmoil within Lena's heart. The evening stretched on, seemingly endless, as Lena remained motionless on the couch, lost in her thoughts and consumed by the rawness of her emotions. The tears continued to fall, each drop a testament to the shattered dreams and the love that had turned to ashes.

Elara roared as the Fallen Elara lunged forward. The Fallen Elara was a terrifying sight. Her eyes were voids of Absolute Zero, and her "hockey stick" was a shard of a collapsed nebula. When she moved, she didn't skate; she Warped, tearing through the dark matter rink like a hot knife through silk. The Face-Off: The Cost of Perfection The Fallen Kael met the current Kael in the center. The Fallen version was a literal walking sun, his skin glowing with a white-hot intensity that threatened to vaporize the Oakhaven's shields.

Time to get back to work. "Sloane?" I turn. "The book I left on the bus. Did you read it?" "I'm halfway through." "And?" "It's exactly what I needed. How did you know?" "Because I read it three years ago when I was falling apart. And it helped." He shrugs. "Figured it might help you too." "It does. Thank you." "Small gestures." "Small gestures," I agree. I walk back to my equipment feeling lighter than I have in months.