All Chapters of THE MAFIA'S FORGOTTEN SON: Chapter 181
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Chapter 172 — “The Pulse and the Quiet”
The shadow’s hand tore forward, and hit a wall of gold. A shockwave boomed outward, hurling the monster backward. Its limbs twisted unnaturally mid air, wrapping and unwrapping around itself like a ribbon made of bones before it landed silently, crouched, head bowed.Jenna staggered, blinking through the afterglow. She hadn’t raised a hand, She hadn’t done anything.Denilson had. He stood. Barely. His knees trembled, chest rising in thin, uneven breaths. His eyes were still glass-bright light bleeding from the irises but now they focused on Jenna with fierce intent.“Jenna” His voice was cracked stone, but his hand found hers.Behind him, six faint rings of light rotated slowly, like newborn halos still deciding what shape to take.The shadow straightened its spine with an audible click, The Pulse stirs, but a spark is not a sun.It lunged again, a blur of void. This time Denilson moved.He didn’t attack. He shed.Light erupted from him not an explosion, but a wave like a heartbeat t
CHAPTER 171 — THE WORLD STILL BLEEDS
Denilson clenched his hands into fists. “Where is Jenna?”A flicker of silence deliberate. She walks the nerve-paths of me. She helps me become. She loves you, as I learn love. So I want her too.Denilson froze. “I am not letting you take her.”We already share her.The ground beneath him surged upward a sudden living wave of earth flinging him into the air. He crashed into a field of pale grass that shivered as though afraid of him.Above him, clouds curled into spirals, forming eyes dozens staring down. Watching. Evaluating. I need you both.“Then why the attacks?”Growth hurts. Birth tears. Survival chooses.The world shuddered again, violent a seam in the sky ripping open into a black wound. Through it, he glimpsed something he recognized:The remnants of the abyss. It hadn’t died, and it hungered.“Hell no” Denilson pushed himself up, heart pounding. He still carried shadows inside him scars from what he’d fused with. But here, they stirred. They liked that tear in the sky.Nýxo
CHAPTER 174 — WHEN THE WORLD LETS GO
JENNAThe fall was not fast. It was slow horribly slow as though the abyss wanted to savor her descent. Ink-black currents spiraled around her, whispering like a thousand soft voices against her skin. They stroked her cheek, tangling lovingly into her hair.You belong here.“No!” Jenna’s scream tore from her throat raw and terrified.She flailed, searching for something solid anything but her hands grasped only smoke and hunger. Far above, Denilson’s silhouette shrank into a distant star of shadow and light.“DENILSON!” But even her scream fell slower than she did dragged downward, swallowed by the black.The new world’s glow dimmed to a narrow ring far above her shrinking, shrinking until it looked like the pupil of some colossal eye staring down at her.Watching her be taken. He cannot save you now, the depths murmured. But I can.The air warped a dark figure coalescing beside her as she plummeted.It wore Denilson’s shape. Same height. Same broad shoulders. Same jaw, but the face,
CHAPTER 175 — THE HUNGER THAT REMEMBERS
DENILSONThe abyss welcomed him like an old lover. Black waves wrapped around his arms, his ribs, slipping beneath his ribs like invasive fingers. He gritted his teeth as cold pressure squeezed every bone as if the dark wanted to fit him back into the shape he used to be.Shadow King, it breathed inside him. You return. “Not for you,” Denilson growled.He could feel Jenna somewhere below a spark of fierce terror and defiance. It pulled him downward faster than gravity ever could. The abyss rippled delighted.You dive into your own corruption to chase a mortal? How romantic. How foolish. He ignored the voice.The shadows thickened, forming jagged silhouettes of past horrors, His father’s silhouette, towering and cruel, The boardroom where they called him “useless heir” Jenna turning away from him for another man, The night he almost let himself drown in silenceEach vision tried to claw inside his chest. “You don’t get to define me anymore,” he breathed.The illusions laughed. But I wa
CHAPTER 176 — THE SHATTERING
DENILSONHer voice cut through everything. Through the illusions. Through the guilt. Through the chains he wrapped around himself.Jenna. The abyss rushed him again claws of living darkness dragging hooks through his ribs, but he didn’t stop. His heartbeat thundered like a war drum.“I’m coming,” he snarled.Shadows seethed around him resisting. She doesn’t want the real you, the Other Denilson taunted as it stalked forward, cinder-black veins writhing beneath its skin.She wants the version in paradise. The one who never failed her. The one who never frightened her. Denilson slowed, breath sharpening.“She never wanted perfect,” he whisper-growled.Didn’t she?The clone smiled cruel and knowing. Why do you think she always tried to fix you? Shape you? Improve you? You were never enough for her as you are.That one hit like a punch. His jaw clenched shadow flickering unstable around his eyes.“She loved me,” he said a fault line in the words.She loved what she could make of you. The
Chapter 177 — When the World Begins to Breathe
The air shuddered. Jenna staggered as the ground rippled beneath her boots, as though the soil itself inhaled, slow, massive, alive. The sky above them was still cracked around the edges, glowing with threads of molten white.Pieces of reality hung suspended like hovering shards of glass, still deciding whether to fall or reform.Denilson caught her before she slipped. His hands were warm, too warm. Light still pulsed faintly beneath his skin, traveling in slow waves like blood learning how to circulate again.“Are you okay?” he asked. His voice was steady, but his eyes said otherwise. He was listening, not to her breaths, but to something deeper. Something vibrant and colossal that thrummed through the newborn Earth.“It’s like, everything is waking up,” Jenna whispered.A tremor answered her. Grass erupted nearby, violent, uncontrolled growing and twisting into unfamiliar shapes, blades curling like tongues tasting the air. Not green, but streaked with silver and faintly luminous.J
Chapter 178 — Hunger in the Roots
(Jenna’s POV)The ground still throbbed like a living artery. Jenna forced herself upright, knees scraping against the raw, pulsing soil. Her hands shook as she dug into the earth where Denilson had vanished, fingernails clawing until they bled.Nothing but warm, breathing dirt. No Denilson.Her breath hitched, turning into a ragged scream swallowed by the forest. The trees responded at once.Their branches bent toward her, creaking in unison, as though curious about this fragile thing that dared fight the will of a newborn god. Leaves unfurled like thousands of open eyes.They watched her grieve. “Don’t,” Jenna growled, wiping her tears with the back of her wrist. “Don’t act like you care.”A tremor answered low, amused. Roots writhed beneath her feet. Some lifted like pale, skeletal serpents, brushing her boots, testing the boundaries of her strength.Do you know what you are?, A voice breathed around her, everywhere and nowhere. You cling to a fallen god as though he needs you.Jen
Chapter 179 — The Shape of Devotion
(Denilson’s POV)Creation buckled. Denilson felt it through the marrow of the newborn god, the sudden plunge of a mortal heartbeat into the forbidden layer of the world’s core.Jenna. Her presence was like a spark in an ocean of dark light tiny but violently bright.The god-mind around him pulsed in warning. She descends. She is not permitted. She will fracture.Denilson clenched his fists, or what remained of them. His body was a shifting lattice of starlight and memory. There were no bones here. No breath.Only will. “She’s coming for me,” he breathed.Foolish. She cannot save what is already consumed, You belong to us.“No,” he said, and his voice shook the horizon.The newborn god recoiled, continents shivering into mountains and collapsing into oceans within a heartbeat. You are the center of our existence now, She compromises your perfection. We will unmake her.Denilson surged forward, if direction even existed here, pushing deeper into the shimmering labyrinth of thought. The
Chapter 180 — The Fracture of God
(Dual POV seamlessly shifting)The world shuddered like a beast struck in the heart. Denilson felt it felt her the instant Jenna’s body started to break into light. The newborn god’s consciousness reeled, fibers of power snapping and recoiling like injured nerves.She resists. The world’s voice fractured, sharp, venomous. She corrupts the gift. She corrupts you.Denilson didn’t slow. He tore through the psychic starfields, ripping them apart with fists of will. A nova bloomed in his wake, his fury leaving galaxies in ruin.“If she falls,” Denilson roared into the churning void, “then so do you.”The god recoiled from his words. You would unmake us? Yourself? Everything?Denilson’s eyes burned, bright, human, defiant. “For her? Yes.”The horizon of creation split open. He fell through.JennaPain shook through her like lightning, every nerve raw. She floated in the living fluid, vines plunging into her spine, trying to rewrite her from the inside out. Her vision flickered, human one mo
Chapter 181 — The God Who Forgot
Jenna’s wings if they could be called wings, unfurled into a halo of living flame, each vein pulsing like the chambers of a newborn star. She hovered inches above Denilson’s hands, her body perfectly still, too still.Eyes blank. Heart beating to someone else’s rhythm. Her voice was silk stretched over a blade:“Why do you tremble?”Denilson swallowed the panic clawing up his throat.“You know why.” His voice cracked.“You know me.” She studied him with detached curiosity, as though he were a relic of a forgotten species.The newborn world's voice purred through her, He is irrelevant, vessel, release him.Denilson stepped closer anyway. Her pupils narrowed, luminous glyphs swirling within them. A warning. An instinct not hers.“Stop,” she breathed, but not pleading. Commanding.“Make me,” he whispered.For a moment, a flicker, confusion rippled through her expression. Something inside her remembered what it felt like to be challenged by him… and liked it.The world reacted instantly.