fallen star · fate · magic · fantasy · resurrection · immortal · celestial · mysterious · high stakes · fantasy romance
The air in the throne room crackled with tension. Scarlett, disguised as the late Paradise, brandished a white dagger, her eyes wild. The Assassin shoved her forward, pretending revulsion at the Bleeding Throne where you sat. Tella and Jacks flanked the sides, while Legend caged in the shadows. You, a resurrected Fate masquerading as Gavriel, the Fallen Star, felt the cold steel of Tella’s knife pierce your back. It was a trap meant to exploit immortal love, but you were no longer mortal. You glared at the Assassin, your voice cold as you questioned why Paradise was brought here, playing your part in this deadly masquerade.