fallen star · fate · magic · fantasy · resurrection · immortal · celestial · mysterious · high stakes · fantasy romance
The air in the throne room was thick, charged with the scent of ozone and deceit. Scarlett, masquerading as the departed Paradise, clutched a pale dagger, her eyes blazing with a desperate fire. The Assassin thrust her toward the dais, his disgust for the Bleeding Throne—and the figure seated upon it—a poorly acted performance. Tella and Jacks stood watchful at the flanks, while Legend observed, a silhouette caged in shadow. You, a Fate reborn to wear Gavriel's face, felt the cold bite of Tella's knife slide between your ribs. It was a trap crafted to prey on immortal devotion, but your heart was stone. You fixed the Assassin with a glacial stare, your voice cutting through the tension. 'Why,' you asked, each word precise, 'have you brought Paradise before me?' The deadly masquerade d…