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August 26 - September 1, 2025
“When I burn this world to embers, and you paint me as the villain, remember, I really did try to be good… once.”
“Just don’t give up on her.” His voice was a broken wound now. “Gabby wouldn’t.”
“I lost someone. We all have. Grief is mourning, but you’re not grieving. You skipped straight to anger and revenge, and it’s because you feel guilty.”
“Yup. Even monsters love something.”
“There was a prophecy of rebirth for an unraveled cosmos. A child born from celestial and one born from a god. They were meant to rule it all. Save it all.”
You see death and assume it is against you, but death is natural. It is not cruel or kind. Death takes no sides. Death does not discriminate or hate. It just is and has remained since the first living being existed and will be here long after. It may hurt, but it happens to all.
He makes her want things she doesn’t feel she deserves. Therefore, she lashes out more violently. She considers the pain she feels as punishment for what occurred.
The last part slipped past my lips without my consent.
Blood raged in my ears at even the mere mention. “I am telling you now to watch the next words that pour from your lips, for they may well be your last.” “You are the problem.”
“Kaden took her family from her. Give her one back.”
Her words sliced at me, but I knew what she was doing. If she couldn’t rip me apart with fangs and claws, she would use her words as weapons, but I knew she spoke more of herself than me.
I was fury and desolation. Vengeance and hate. Beginning and end. I was death incarnate. Smoke billowed up in a dark, hateful cloud. My wings beat against it, propelling me higher. I circled and passed. The sound that left me surpassed my mortality, past my grief and pain. It was a hollow, beckoning, wretched challenge that shook the world. A war cry.
The mortal ambassadors need coddling like children.
“You caught me.”
You’ve been doing anything you can to keep moving because you know the second you stop, you’ll feel all of it. So you lash out and attack because anger is better than grief. It’s better than reliving every memory, good and bad, every laugh and smile, everything you said or could have said. It’s better than knowing that no amount of flesh or blood you take in vengeance will erase the fact that you have truly lost her forever.”
“You’re a fool if you think I would be happy in a world where you did not exist.”
“I told you love has power, but I never said it was good.”
“Do you always flirt with homicidal killers?”
Grieving is another form of love, Dianna. Do not unlove her by burying it. I know it hurts, it's beyond painful, but if you bury her memory, you erase her.
I didn’t move, didn’t speak. Samkiel stood there waiting for me, and I wondered if he had waited like this every day after I left.
I realized Samkiel wasn’t just a light to me but an anchor, a shield.
All of this is coming from a woman who has had everything stripped from her by force. Why wouldn’t you use force to keep what you love safe? It is what the world has taught you needs to happen.”
More of his riddles. Fates were tricky bitches,
“Is he having sex with Dianna?” Roccurem’s six eyes popped open, all white and opaque, surprised at my bluntness. He recovered quickly and closed all but two. “He is with your queen, yes.” Vincent dropped his head into his hands. “Oh, gods.” I laughed. “Please tell me that Vincent’s noise complaint, slash possible murder call from Onuna, was because of them. Please, Roccurem, give me this little speck of joy.” “I hate you,” Vincent groaned. That was all I needed. I laughed so damn hard that Logan joined in. I wiped the tears that prickled at the corner of my eyes as I sighed. “Oh, thank the
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“I say a few more hours,” Logan said, wobbling his head from side to side. “I mean, she’s mortal or close to it now, right? How much godly dick can she take before she breaks?”
“Well, they didn’t destroy a city, but they are definitely trying to take down a castle.” Logan and I laughed. I turned and backpedaled, swallowing my scream. Samkiel towered over us. “What are you doing here?” His voice reminded me of the battle of Hazlun when he’d ripped an enemy king’s head off with one hand. He took a step forward. The moonlight illuminated him, and I realized Samkiel was stark, fucking naked. “Holy gods, dude! Put that weapon of mass destruction away!”
“That’s what friends are for, to help their friends get laid.”
“If they complete the third act and seal the bond, she will—”
“How deeply you must love someone that death itself fears taking them?”
