CHAPTER 53Three days later, the room was dimly lit with enchanted wards layered across every wall. Runic spells shimmered faintly on the floor and ceiling, forming a cage of safety and silence. Elias lay in the middle of a velvet-draped bed, unconscious still, his skin pallid, breath uneven.Gabriel stood beside him, watching.Lucian entered quietly, carrying the sealed bulb in a box made of warded ironwood. “It’s still twitching,” he muttered.“I know,” Gabriel said, rubbing his temple. “He’s not fully unconscious. He’s caught somewhere between… dreams and memory.”A beat passed.Lucian tilted his head. “And the voices?”“They’re still in there.”As if summoned, Elias stirred.His eyes fluttered open—and immediately, tension rippled across his body. His gaze darted across the room, frantic. His lips parted—“Luc—” but the word fractured, and two voices echoed behind it.“—ian…”Gabriel stepped forward. “Easy. Elias, listen to me—look at me.”Elias blinked, confusion layering over fea
CHAPTER 54The flames in Isadora’s sanctum crackled blue and green, unnatural and hungry. Shadows curled in the corners of the room, drawn to the sudden spike in her magic. The candles flared in warning—an ancient alert embedded in her warded floor.She froze mid-incantation.Her head snapped toward the eastern scrying mirror, where light bled unnaturally across the surface. The glass vibrated, then cracked faintly at the edges. And then… she felt it.A ripple. A tear. A surge of power that did not belong.Her eyes blazed with violet rage.“No,” she whispered. “No, not now. Not yet—damn that boy.”Her hand swept across the mirror, muttering in a fast, old tongue. The image coalesced—brief flashes from the Oracle’s temple. She saw the bindings, the glowing bulb… and Elias lying unconscious, his body marked with glowing aftershocks of a soul-rending force.“Fools!” she hissed, the word snapping through the room like a whip. “They sealed him?!”The fury came hot and wild, her fingernails
CHAPTER 55Elias sat cross-legged on the ceremonial platform, wrapped in a thick, rune-stitched blanket. His hands still trembled, his fingers occasionally twitching like they remembered what it felt like to tear through a friend’s chest. Lucian had stepped out briefly, promising to be nearby. He hadn’t said much—just that he was proud of him, that he wasn’t alone. That… had been enough to keep Elias anchored for the past ten minutes.The chamber door creaked open.Gabriel strode in first, followed by Dorian and Kai. The air shifted slightly as the wards recognized their presence, humming faintly around the room’s perimeter.Elias looked up, brow furrowed. “Did the Oracle say anything else?”“Yeah,” Gabriel answered, holding a small case made of obsidian and bone. “She said we have to destroy the bulb now, before any trace of Tzareth seeps back into your essence.”“I can still feel him,” Elias admitted quietly. “A pressure behind my ribs. Like he’s pacing.”Dorian came to his side, kn
CHAPTER 56The Hall of Ascendancy, once a sanctuary of harmony, now roared with divine fury.Samael’s voice cracked like thunder against the golden walls. “Who put Tzareth in that bulb?”The young scribe, barely out of his initiation rites, stood trembling beneath the weight of a thousand eyes. His robes, once pristine, clung to him in sweat-damp folds as he stammered, “I-I don’t know, Elder Samael. The records— They say it was sealed in Vault Four—”“Vault Four,” Zevran snarled, rising to his feet with a growl. “Tzareth was never meant to be in a prophecy vessel! You imbecile!”“Zevran,” Seraphiel snapped, his calm cracking, “it was not the scribe who sealed the bulb. You know this. None of us thought the vault would be compromised.”“We? Or you?” Zevran’s eyes blazed. “Your division was responsible for the Bulb Registry during that century!”“Enough!” Samael slammed his hand against the molten table. The impact sent ripples through the air, disturbing several of the remaining bulbs
CHAPTER 57The moment they stepped into the mansion, it felt like the air shifted.Elias didn’t say a word as he walked through the arched doorway. His steps were slower than usual, heavy with the weight of everything that had unfolded—powers awakened, secrets unearthed, and the unsettling truth that something darker was beginning to stir. The air inside was cooler, the scent of lavender oil and aged parchment wrapping around him like a familiar cloak.Dorian was the last to enter, his expression unreadable as he shut the door behind them. The place was his—his sanctuary, his home—but even it felt different now, as though touched by everything that had followed them inside.“Feels weird coming back here,” Kai muttered, rubbing the back of his neck.Dorian said nothing, but his gaze swept the hall like he was assessing it with new eyes.Just as Elias was about to head toward the stairs, footsteps echoed down the hallway. Martha, one of the longtime housekeepers, emerged from the shadow
CHAPTER 58Lucian’s world tilted.He barely registered Elias gasping, or Kai inching forward with glowing hands. All he could see was him.Luca.His twin.Dead.Gone.Buried.“This isn’t real,” Lucian whispered, taking a step forward. “I watched you die. I saw your body—your blood—your empty fucking eyes.”Luca tilted his head, mockingly sympathetic. “I know. Wasn’t it tragic?”Lucian’s fists clenched. “You’re not him. You can’t be him.”“But I am,” Luca said, voice dipped in honey and venom. “Want proof? Remember that time we switched places for a week and not even Mother noticed? Or the scar you gave me—here—” he reached behind his left ear, brushing aside dark strands of hair “—after I snuck into the cellar and broke your favorite blade?”Lucian staggered back a step.No one else would know that.Only Luca.Elias looked between them, throat tight. The knife wasn’t at his neck anymore, but Luca still held him close, like a trophy he hadn't decided to destroy yet.Dorian’s voice was
CHAPTER 59For a moment, the world held its breath.Lucian’s aura burned, cold fire crackling around him, blue and silver, ancient and furious. The kind of energy that made blood freeze and bone shiver. Even the shadows around them recoiled from it. He wasn’t just a vampire—he was something far older, something ascendant.But before anyone could move, Elias’s body lurched.His eyes rolled back, and a different voice came out of his mouth—not Elias’s, not even Thal’rean’s.It was Azazel.Low. Commanding. Otherworldly.“Enough. Bow.”The power in that word shattered the tension like glass.The Shadowborn froze, mid-step, their glowing eyes flickering uncertainly. Then—one by one—they dropped to their knees, faces bowed to the dirt.Luca stepped back, eyes wide. “What—?”Azazel, still in Elias’s body, tilted his head, dark eyes narrowing on the creatures. “I said bow. Obey.”And they did.Like whipped dogs, they pressed their grotesque forms into the earth, trembling before him.Azazel t
CHAPTER 60The wind was still howling when Kai opened the portal.It shimmered in the air like torn glass, the center pulsing with silver light. None of them spoke. The night—the celebration, the laughter, the peace—was gone.Ruined.Elias stood close to Lucian, casting glances at him every few seconds as if expecting him to disappear. The older vampire walked slower than usual, but his face was unreadable. Blank.He didn’t flinch as they all stepped through.The mansion swallowed them in familiar silence. The warmth of the wards felt suffocating now, too clean, too bright after everything they’d witnessed. Kai closed the portal behind them, and the noise from the outside world vanished entirely.Dorian ran a hand through his silver hair. “Well. That was a shitshow.”Lucian didn't reply. He was already heading toward the staircase.Elias followed him without a word.Kai gave Dorian a look but didn’t stop them.*****Lucian sat on the edge of his bed, his jacket peeled off and discarde
CHAPTER 60The wind was still howling when Kai opened the portal.It shimmered in the air like torn glass, the center pulsing with silver light. None of them spoke. The night—the celebration, the laughter, the peace—was gone.Ruined.Elias stood close to Lucian, casting glances at him every few seconds as if expecting him to disappear. The older vampire walked slower than usual, but his face was unreadable. Blank.He didn’t flinch as they all stepped through.The mansion swallowed them in familiar silence. The warmth of the wards felt suffocating now, too clean, too bright after everything they’d witnessed. Kai closed the portal behind them, and the noise from the outside world vanished entirely.Dorian ran a hand through his silver hair. “Well. That was a shitshow.”Lucian didn't reply. He was already heading toward the staircase.Elias followed him without a word.Kai gave Dorian a look but didn’t stop them.*****Lucian sat on the edge of his bed, his jacket peeled off and discarde
CHAPTER 59For a moment, the world held its breath.Lucian’s aura burned, cold fire crackling around him, blue and silver, ancient and furious. The kind of energy that made blood freeze and bone shiver. Even the shadows around them recoiled from it. He wasn’t just a vampire—he was something far older, something ascendant.But before anyone could move, Elias’s body lurched.His eyes rolled back, and a different voice came out of his mouth—not Elias’s, not even Thal’rean’s.It was Azazel.Low. Commanding. Otherworldly.“Enough. Bow.”The power in that word shattered the tension like glass.The Shadowborn froze, mid-step, their glowing eyes flickering uncertainly. Then—one by one—they dropped to their knees, faces bowed to the dirt.Luca stepped back, eyes wide. “What—?”Azazel, still in Elias’s body, tilted his head, dark eyes narrowing on the creatures. “I said bow. Obey.”And they did.Like whipped dogs, they pressed their grotesque forms into the earth, trembling before him.Azazel t
CHAPTER 58Lucian’s world tilted.He barely registered Elias gasping, or Kai inching forward with glowing hands. All he could see was him.Luca.His twin.Dead.Gone.Buried.“This isn’t real,” Lucian whispered, taking a step forward. “I watched you die. I saw your body—your blood—your empty fucking eyes.”Luca tilted his head, mockingly sympathetic. “I know. Wasn’t it tragic?”Lucian’s fists clenched. “You’re not him. You can’t be him.”“But I am,” Luca said, voice dipped in honey and venom. “Want proof? Remember that time we switched places for a week and not even Mother noticed? Or the scar you gave me—here—” he reached behind his left ear, brushing aside dark strands of hair “—after I snuck into the cellar and broke your favorite blade?”Lucian staggered back a step.No one else would know that.Only Luca.Elias looked between them, throat tight. The knife wasn’t at his neck anymore, but Luca still held him close, like a trophy he hadn't decided to destroy yet.Dorian’s voice was
CHAPTER 57The moment they stepped into the mansion, it felt like the air shifted.Elias didn’t say a word as he walked through the arched doorway. His steps were slower than usual, heavy with the weight of everything that had unfolded—powers awakened, secrets unearthed, and the unsettling truth that something darker was beginning to stir. The air inside was cooler, the scent of lavender oil and aged parchment wrapping around him like a familiar cloak.Dorian was the last to enter, his expression unreadable as he shut the door behind them. The place was his—his sanctuary, his home—but even it felt different now, as though touched by everything that had followed them inside.“Feels weird coming back here,” Kai muttered, rubbing the back of his neck.Dorian said nothing, but his gaze swept the hall like he was assessing it with new eyes.Just as Elias was about to head toward the stairs, footsteps echoed down the hallway. Martha, one of the longtime housekeepers, emerged from the shadow
CHAPTER 56The Hall of Ascendancy, once a sanctuary of harmony, now roared with divine fury.Samael’s voice cracked like thunder against the golden walls. “Who put Tzareth in that bulb?”The young scribe, barely out of his initiation rites, stood trembling beneath the weight of a thousand eyes. His robes, once pristine, clung to him in sweat-damp folds as he stammered, “I-I don’t know, Elder Samael. The records— They say it was sealed in Vault Four—”“Vault Four,” Zevran snarled, rising to his feet with a growl. “Tzareth was never meant to be in a prophecy vessel! You imbecile!”“Zevran,” Seraphiel snapped, his calm cracking, “it was not the scribe who sealed the bulb. You know this. None of us thought the vault would be compromised.”“We? Or you?” Zevran’s eyes blazed. “Your division was responsible for the Bulb Registry during that century!”“Enough!” Samael slammed his hand against the molten table. The impact sent ripples through the air, disturbing several of the remaining bulbs
CHAPTER 55Elias sat cross-legged on the ceremonial platform, wrapped in a thick, rune-stitched blanket. His hands still trembled, his fingers occasionally twitching like they remembered what it felt like to tear through a friend’s chest. Lucian had stepped out briefly, promising to be nearby. He hadn’t said much—just that he was proud of him, that he wasn’t alone. That… had been enough to keep Elias anchored for the past ten minutes.The chamber door creaked open.Gabriel strode in first, followed by Dorian and Kai. The air shifted slightly as the wards recognized their presence, humming faintly around the room’s perimeter.Elias looked up, brow furrowed. “Did the Oracle say anything else?”“Yeah,” Gabriel answered, holding a small case made of obsidian and bone. “She said we have to destroy the bulb now, before any trace of Tzareth seeps back into your essence.”“I can still feel him,” Elias admitted quietly. “A pressure behind my ribs. Like he’s pacing.”Dorian came to his side, kn
CHAPTER 54The flames in Isadora’s sanctum crackled blue and green, unnatural and hungry. Shadows curled in the corners of the room, drawn to the sudden spike in her magic. The candles flared in warning—an ancient alert embedded in her warded floor.She froze mid-incantation.Her head snapped toward the eastern scrying mirror, where light bled unnaturally across the surface. The glass vibrated, then cracked faintly at the edges. And then… she felt it.A ripple. A tear. A surge of power that did not belong.Her eyes blazed with violet rage.“No,” she whispered. “No, not now. Not yet—damn that boy.”Her hand swept across the mirror, muttering in a fast, old tongue. The image coalesced—brief flashes from the Oracle’s temple. She saw the bindings, the glowing bulb… and Elias lying unconscious, his body marked with glowing aftershocks of a soul-rending force.“Fools!” she hissed, the word snapping through the room like a whip. “They sealed him?!”The fury came hot and wild, her fingernails
CHAPTER 53Three days later, the room was dimly lit with enchanted wards layered across every wall. Runic spells shimmered faintly on the floor and ceiling, forming a cage of safety and silence. Elias lay in the middle of a velvet-draped bed, unconscious still, his skin pallid, breath uneven.Gabriel stood beside him, watching.Lucian entered quietly, carrying the sealed bulb in a box made of warded ironwood. “It’s still twitching,” he muttered.“I know,” Gabriel said, rubbing his temple. “He’s not fully unconscious. He’s caught somewhere between… dreams and memory.”A beat passed.Lucian tilted his head. “And the voices?”“They’re still in there.”As if summoned, Elias stirred.His eyes fluttered open—and immediately, tension rippled across his body. His gaze darted across the room, frantic. His lips parted—“Luc—” but the word fractured, and two voices echoed behind it.“—ian…”Gabriel stepped forward. “Easy. Elias, listen to me—look at me.”Elias blinked, confusion layering over fea
CHAPTER 52The wind had stopped screaming, but the silence was worse.Ash drifted in the air, glowing faintly from the smoldering lines of the cracked ritual circle Elias had unknowingly activated. Dorian sat on the scorched ground, cradling Elias' unconscious body, his trembling hands cupped around Elias’s cheeks, fingers splayed like he could shield him from the world by sheer force of will.Lucian stood a few paces away, his shirt torn and soaked in blood—his own blood—from where Elias had thrown him with unnatural force. The wound had already healed.Elias had looked at him with eyes of three different colors.Gabriel knelt at the edge of the ruined circle, lips tight, gaze fierce with calculation. Kai and Lucian finally moved closer, standing at his sides.Dorian whispered, “His body can’t take much more of this.”Gabriel looked up at them, eyes flashing.“We need to talk. All of us.”“No shit,” Lucian said hoarsely. “I believe someone aligned the circumstances of his existence