All Chapters of THE MAFIA'S FORGOTTEN SON: Chapter 81
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Chapter Eighty-One – Between Love and Fire
The abyss, had sunk deeper, wrapping his body in coils of black fire. His golden eye blazed, then cracked, black flame spilling through.Jenna clung to him, pressing her forehead to his chest, tears burning through his broken skin.“Fight it! Don’t let him take you!”His body shook violently, torn between gold and black, his scream splitting the void.“Jenna, I can’t, hold it”The Father’s laughter thundered through him, faceless and endless.“HE IS MINE. YOU THINK LOVE CAN ERASE ME?”The abyss collapsed inward, shadows whipping like storms. Jenna cried out, her light flickering, but she clung tighter, her voice breaking.“Then I’ll burn with you until there’s nothing left!”Outside, the crowned vessel rose higher, its wings convulsing, its crown cracked and dripping fire.The battlefield shook beneath its feet. Wolves scattered in whimpers. Dynasties dropped to their knees, covering their faces.Roland stood alone against it, his broken blade raised, his scar pouring fire down his bo
Chapter Eighty-Two – The Choice That Burns
Shadows surged outward, lashing across Jenna’s body, wrapping her wrists, shaping into her own hands. The tendrils held her arms aloft, forcing her to face Denilson with blades of shadow where her palms should have been.“Strike him down,” the Father hissed, “and free yourself.”Jenna screamed, thrashing against the tendrils.“NO! I WON’T!”Her light flared, cracking the shadow, but the abyss responded by folding inward, tightening, crushing.Outside, the crowned vessel reared back, its wings smashing down like mountains, shattering the battlefield. Wolves scattered, howls drowned in chaos. Dynasties screamed as the ground collapsed beneath them.Roland stood, his broken blade clutched tight, his scar splitting open down his chest, flames pouring out like rivers. He was burning alive, but still he moved.His voice cracked as he roared up at the vessel.“DENILSON! JENNA! HOLD ON!”The vessel’s mouth opened, three voices clashing together, Denilson’s agony, Jenna’s cries, the Father’s c
Chapter Eighty-Three – One Soul, Two Masters
The wolves whimpered and scattered. Dynasties threw themselves to the ground, clawing the dirt in prayer.Roland stood firm, blood pouring from his scar, his broken blade raised.His voice was a raw snarl.“Jenna, Denilson, whoever you are, fight me!”The vessel’s head jerked violently, its mouth opening in a scream of two voices at war: Denilson’s agony and the Father’s command.The ground split for miles. Trees withered to ash.Roland staggered but roared back, scar blazing brighter.“If she doesn’t come out, I’ll drag her out myself, even if it means burning you both!”Inside, Jenna clawed her way to her feet, her body trembling, blood-fire dripping from her lips.“Denilson! It’s me! Fight him, please!”He convulsed, his face twisted, his body jerking between flame and void. His voice tore itself in two.“I… hear you… Jenna…”“…SILENCE. SHE IS MINE.”His hand snapped forward, shadows spearing out, wrapping around her throat. She gasped, lifted off her feet, her legs kicking in the
Chapter Eighty-Four – The Breaking Point
The vessel’s head snapped toward him, eyes blazing black and gold, and with its free hand it unleashed a wave of force.The ground erupted. Wolves were flung screaming into the distance. Dynasties slammed into the earth, bones breaking.Roland was hurled backward, crashing into shattered stone. Blood sprayed from his mouth. His blade clattered to the ground, smoking.He staggered, crawling back to his knees, scar still blazing.“Jenna… Denilson…”His voice trembled.“Don’t make me do this…”Inside, Jenna’s body went limp.Denilson froze, staring at her pale face, her glow dimmed almost to nothing.His golden eye widened, terror consuming it.“No… no, please, not you…”Her lips moved faintly. No sound came.But he read the shape of them:I love you.The Father’s laughter thundered, shadows curling around Denilson’s chest.“She is gone. And soon, you.”Denilson screamed, his grip loosening. His body convulsed violently, torn between voices, torn between light and shadow.The abyss itsel
Chapter Eighty-Five – The Soulstorm
Outside, the crowned vessel writhed, its body splitting open in violent cracks of fire.Roland stood bleeding, his broken blade raised, his scar ripping wider down his chest. The fire pouring from him scorched the battlefield, wolves retreating in terrified whimpers, dynasties scattering.The vessel slammed its wings into the earth, the explosion flinging Roland back into shattered stone. He coughed blood but dragged himself upright, his scar blazing brighter.The vessel’s voice boomed across the battlefield, three tones at war:“HELP ME” “DENILSON, HOLD ON” “DESTROY THEM ALL.”Roland’s hand trembled around his blade.“…They’re both still in there.”His jaw clenched, fury burning in his eyes.“Then I’ll fight my way to them.”He charged, scar erupting like a sunburst.Inside, Jenna pressed harder into Denilson’s fractured soul, her glow blazing hotter than ever.“Do you hear me? You’re not alone anymore. Fight him with me!”Denilson’s golden eye flared, his voice raw.“I’m… trying…”
Chapter Eighty-Six – The Blade Between Worlds
The battlefield burned.Roland’s scar poured rivers of fire down his body, his broken blade raised high. His knees buckled beneath the weight of his power, but still he stood, eyes locked on the crowned vessel before him.The vessel screamed, a sound of agony and command, of man, woman, and monster. Its chest split wider, gold fire and black void erupting in violent bursts.“HELP ME” “I WON’T LET YOU GO” “DESTROY THEM ALL!”The wolves cowered, pressed to the dirt, their howls drowned in terror. Dynasties clawed their own faces in prayer.Roland’s teeth bared in a snarl. His voice cracked, hoarse and furious.“If this is what it takes… I’ll kill you myself!”He charged, his scar blazing brighter than the sun, blade trailing fire as he leapt.Inside, the abyss shattered into fragments.Jenna clung to Denilson, her spirit burning into his chest, her tears flames against his fractured skin.“Don’t you dare tell him to kill you!” she screamed. “You’re mine, Denilson, he can’t have you!”
Chapter Eighty-Seven – Through the Firestorm
Roland staggered within the inferno, every breath fire, every heartbeat closer to death. His scar tore itself open down his chest, flames erupting outward, shredding his flesh. His broken blade glowed white-hot, cracking in his grip.His voice cracked, hoarse against the storm,“Denilson… Jenna… don’t let this be the end…”The storm answered with a scream of three voices, colliding into one:“HELP ME” “I WON’T LEAVE YOU” “YOU ARE MINE!”The force flung Roland to his knees. Blood poured from his mouth. Still, he dragged himself up, blade trembling in his hand.Inside the firestorm of the abyss, Jenna clung to Denilson’s chest, their souls fused in a blaze of light. The Father loomed before them, a shadow so vast it seemed endless, tearing at their glow with talons of void.“You cannot win. You were born broken. Both of you.”Denilson’s body convulsed, gold and black flames ripping through him. His voice fractured,“He’s… right… I can’t hold”Jenna grabbed his face with both hands, he
Chapter Eighty-Eight – A Hand from the Abyss
And in the middle of it all, Roland fell to his knees, clutching Jenna as she thrashed in his arms.“LET ME GO!” she screamed, her glow erupting like fire against his chest. “I have to go back, I have to”Roland’s arms locked tighter around her, his scar burning so fiercely that flames licked up his throat. Blood streamed from his mouth as he forced his words out through clenched teeth.“You’ll die in there. He threw you out for a reason.”Her fists slammed against him, her voice raw.“HE NEEDS ME!”Roland staggered, his knees buckling. For a moment, it seemed he would let her go. But his arms only grew stronger, a cage of fire and bone.“No… Jenna… if you go back now, you’ll both be lost.”Her sobs tore through him, each one sharper than a blade, Above them, the dynasties moved, their whispers carrying like snakes across the ruin.“The vessel cracks. The crown is gone.” “The Father is breaking through.” “Strike now… claim the throne…”Their eyes gleamed with desperation and greed.
Chapter Eighty-Nine – The Eyes That Opened
The figure staggered onto the battlefield, bent low, its body dripping with fire and void.Its hair hung in blackened strands, its chest torn open, ribs glowing faintly gold through the shadow. Its arms cracked with black veins, its legs scorched with white flame, It raised its head slowly.For a heartbeat, its face was Denilson’s.The next heartbeat, it shifted, the Father’s shadow looming through his features.The battlefield froze, every soul watching, not daring to breathe.Jenna fell to her knees a few feet away, sobbing, hands trembling toward him.“Denilson… come back to me…”The figure’s mouth opened, a sound like three voices twisting into one.“Je…nna…”Her sob turned into a scream of joy.“It’s you! It’s really you!”But Roland’s voice thundered from behind, broken but commanding.“Stay back, Jenna!”He staggered forward, blade raised, eyes blazing with fear.“Look at him! That’s not just Denilson!”The wolves howled at once, torn between rallying to Jenna’s cry or cowering
Chapter Ninety – When the Eyes Awoke
“I see what you did. Every word, every betrayal, every thought you hid behind your smile.”Jenna’s body froze. Her tears stilled on her cheeks.“I forgave you,” he said, voice cutting like glass. “But these eyes… they cannot.”Her sob broke into a strangled scream. “No don’t say that! Please, don’t!”The dynasties seized their chance. Broken, bleeding, but desperate, they surged forward in a final assault.“Strike now! Before it awakens fully!”Hundreds of warriors charged, seals cracking in their hands, blades raised high, all screaming in terror and courage.Roland staggered upright, roaring, “Stay back, fools! You’ll only”Too late.Denilson’s new eyes flickered, And reality itself screamed.The scream of the battlefield was not of mouths, but of minds.When Denilson’s eyes blazed, every living soul saw.Wolves convulsed, clawing their faces raw, howls breaking into ragged sobs as visions tore them open. Their hunts, their killings, their cowardice, all thrown before them at once,