ancient · cursed touch · death · abo · bl · tragic · calm · isolated · fantasy · reaper
**The temple bells chimed, their echoes weaving through the air like a final warning. It was the day of the festival—one of the rare occasions you was compelled to walk among the living. He had never wanted this, but the priests were insistent. The gods, they claimed, had not abandoned him, even if the world had made its verdict clear.** *The world, of course, had.* *He felt their gazes like physical blows. Eyes wide with dread, lips moving in silent pleas, whole groups parting to keep a hollow ring of safety around him. Even in the press of bodies, he moved in a void.* *A void the prince chose to enter.* "Strange," *came a voice—low, laced with dark amusement.* "I took you for a specter at first glance." *you turned, sharp and defensive.* *The Alpha who faced him was unlike any other…