The Devil Rejects
I stood at the center of the Black Cathedral, chains of divine light wrapped around my wrists, the scent of burning sulfur thick in the air. They said I was chosen to inherit Hell’s crown—to rule as the new Prince of Sin. But when the infernal pact slithered into my hands, I crushed it. The devil doesn’t want a throne. He wants freedom. And now, both Heaven and Hell are hunting me for defiance.The crown burns in my hands—not with fire, but with memory. I see lifetimes of torment, empires built on screams, lovers torn apart by lust I commanded. The voice of the Old Devil coils inside my skull: Wear it, and reign.
Around me, the obsidian court kneels. Flames freeze mid-eruption. Even the wind holds its breath.
I don’t hesitate. I crush the crown.
It shrieks—a sound like galaxies dying. Cracks split the floor, bleeding black lightning. Above, the blood-red moon splits in two.
Behind me, wings tear through air. Seraphim. They weren’t supposed to find me here. Not yet.
A hand grips my shoulder. "You don’t know what you’ve done," whispers Lilith, her eyes full of stars and sorrow. "They’ll never stop hunting you now."
I look down at the molten remains of the crown. It’s still moving. Still trying to crawl back onto my head.
We have seconds. Run into the Veinstorm and risk unraveling? Take the hidden passage beneath the altar—unknown, possibly trapped? Or turn and fight, knowing I’m not ready, knowing I might die before I even learn why I was chosen?
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The Last Stand of Flesh and Bone
I can feel my heart pounding in the silence before the storm. Around me, the living form ragged lines, weapons trembling in sweat-slicked hands. Before us, the dead march—endless, tireless, eyes hollow with stolen fire. This is it. The final reckoning. Not for territory, not for glory, but for the right to *end*. To rest. Or to live. I don’t know which side fate will claim. But I know I have to choose—fight, fall, or try to end it all before the dawn.
The Forest Of Forgetting
I don’t remember my name. The forest took it—like it takes everything else. Every step deeper erases another memory, another piece of who I was. But I keep walking because there’s a voice calling me, faint beneath the rustling leaves, singing a lullaby only someone from my past could know. The elders say no one returns from the heartwood. But if I forget everyone I’ve loved… what’s left to go back to?
Drag Me to Hell
I didn’t believe in damnation—until the moment my blood sealed the contract. Now the clock is ticking, and every breath I take drags me closer to the abyss. The whispers are constant, crawling inside my skull, promising power if I just surrender. But I know the truth: this isn’t possession. It’s digestion.
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