All Chapters of LIROIDS: SNAKE: Chapter 101
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The Roots of Blood and Fire
The dawn over Freya was veiled in gold and ash, the kind of morning that felt older than time itself.The bells of the Hall of Ancients chimed thrice, echoing through the marble valleys of the city of the Hunting Dogs. Freya was alive, an empire of blades and beauty, where even silence hummed with discipline.In the inner courtyard, Snake Liroid stood beneath a flowering obsidian tree, the air around him alive with the whispers of his own thoughts. The wind was sharp, filled with memory.He turned as a carriage, adorned with black lilies and silver serpents, approached. Out stepped a woman draped in twilight silks, her hair dark as a raven, her presence commanding yet soft. Her very aura carried the weight of centuries.It was Von Liroid, the elder sister of Night, Snake’s grandmother, and one of the oldest living members of their ancient bloodline.She smiled faintly, eyes that had seen empires rise and fall softening as they fell on her grandnephew. “You’ve grown into your mother’s
Flames Before the Storm
The halls of Freya’s citadel pulsed with quiet tension, gilded torches burned blue, their smoke coiling into serpent shapes above the arched ceiling. The scent of black lilies lingered, heavy and ancient. Outside, the sound of steel clashing in distant courtyards echoed like a heartbeat.At the center of the room, Passion Liroid stood before her father, every flicker of the torches reflected in her crimson eyes.“Father,” she began softly, “I can do this. I was trained for it all my life.”Dragon’s voice thundered, filling the marble chamber. “You should have told me, Passion! All this time in Kindraloy, while your stepmother cooked and your brothers laughed, you already knew?”Her gaze faltered, the weight of her father’s fury pressing down like a storm. “Yes,” she whispered. “I already knew. I wanted time with everyone… I wanted to feel at home before I left.”Dragon’s eyes glowed faintly, his Liroid mark shimmering with restrained anger. “You wanted time? Passion, you will wed into
The Hall of Petals
The torches in Freya’s Hall of Petals burned softly, perfuming the air with myrrh and lotus oil. The light shimmered through the crystal curtains, bathing the women in a violet glow. It was a tranquil space, reserved for conversation and counsel, but tonight, its stillness carried the weight of destiny.Passion sat among the elder women, her golden eyes lost in thought as servants moved silently, laying silks and ornaments for the ceremony to come. Her wedding gown, a celestial black embroidered with moonlight thread, was being prepared in the next chamber, awaiting High priestess Moon's blessing.Across from her sat San, Center Liroid’s first and most beloved concubine. She was part demi-goddess, daughter of Menyenna of Warriors and a mortal prince of Pyrennia. Even after centuries, her beauty was effortless, the quiet confidence of someone who understood her place in power’s shadow.San smiled faintly at Passion. “You look uneasy, child. Don’t be. Harem life is not as dreadful as it
Light Laughter
The silver dusk hung over Freya like a mourning veil, and the two assassins, brothers, comrades, and the last men who dared to laugh in the shadow of gods, sat on the marble terrace overlooking the glimmering city below.The wine was dark and sweet, drawn from the divine lilies that only grew in Evilside’s gardens, but the weight on Dragon’s shoulders made it taste like ash. He sat staring into the goblet as if it could rewrite fate itself.Snake leaned back, calm as always, watching the crimson clouds curl over the distant towers. “You know,” he said, his voice quiet but edged with that familiar mirth, “Passion just wants to make you proud. Maybe instead of shouting, you should give her something worth remembering. A father’s words can last longer than blood.”Dragon grunted, rubbing his temples. “I can’t make any promises, Snake. I’ve already made too many and broken half of them.”Snake reached into his coat and slid two folded letters across the table. “Then maybe these will help
Arrival
The hall of Freya shimmered in moonlight as the temple bells rang, summoning silence. From the palace gates entered Moon and Xylem Liroid, High Priestesses of Evilside, radiant yet grave, their robes woven with silver threads that whispered divine judgment. Between them walked a tall, broad-shouldered man with eyes like still water: Dream Liroid, assassin legend, Xylem’s reckless grandson, and one of Snake’s fiercest juniors and Terror Liroid's baby brother.Dream bowed low before Center, his voice smooth but sharp as a blade. “I bring Evilside’s blessing and my own blade to Freya.” His gaze shifted to Snake. “And I bring loyalty to my idol. After all, every hunting dog needs an assassin by his side.”He glanced toward Beast, who chuckled. “Then I suppose I’ll be keeping you busy.”Dream smirked. “If you can keep up.”The hall erupted in laughter; even Center cracked a rare smile. The tension that had haunted Freya’s air softened for the first time since Passion’s fate had been sealed
Kavan and Passion
The air in Freya shimmered like a blade dipped in moonlight. From the east gates came the procession of the Norm Lands, a vision of polished silver and white banners fluttering like wings. The emperor rode at the head; Kavan, son of Koro of Winds, his long plaited hair the pale hue of frost, his gaze cold as the northern peaks that crowned his dominion.At his side walked Kara, his consort and current favorite, adorned in layers of opal silk and resentment. Her beauty was sharp, her eyes gleaming with the quiet dread of a woman sensing her throne of affection slipping away. Behind them trailed servants bearing chests of gold, fine linen, and enchanted relics, a dowry fit for a union that would shake nations.As Kavan entered the Court of Freya, all fell to silence. Even the hunting dogs stood still, blades sheathed in respect for their new in-law. Center Liroid rose from his throne, a slight nod of his head with regal precision. Beside him stood Snake and Dragon, the bearers of Evilsi
Unpredictable
The moon hung low over Freya’s palace, pale and watchful, its light spilling across the marble floors like a silent witness. From the balcony, the wind from the Norm Lands whispered through the lilies and torches, carrying faint traces of incense and wine, remnants of the wedding that had united two worlds.In the emperor’s private chamber, Kavan stood by the window, his frost-pale hair unbound and flowing down his shoulders. The weight of his crown, now resting on the table beside him, seemed to have left a faint shadow on his soul.Passion, newly crowned as Empress of the Norm Lands, entered quietly, the silver veil gone, her hair tumbling in waves of red-gold fire. The scent of lilies followed her.He turned slightly, his voice steady but edged with curiosity.“Would you rather wait until we reach the Norm Lands?”His tone was more a challenge than a question.“It’s a rare favor,” he added. “I don’t usually wait.”Instead of replying, she stepped closer and took his hand.The gestu
Commotion and Surprise
The morning after the wedding, Freya awoke to a soft commotion. Servants hurried through marble courtyards, guards whispered among themselves, and even the lesser concubines peeked nervously through curtains.The newlyweds, the fearsome Emperor Kavan and the fiery Empress Passion, were nowhere to be found.Slice had sent soldiers to the markets, San questioned the attendants, and even Snake and Dragon stood outside the palace gates, wondering what kind of trouble a Liroid bride could possibly get into before sunrise.Just when the anxiety reached its peak, a stir swept through the palace.“They’re here!” someone shouted.And all eyes turned to the grand walkway.There they came, the most unlikely of sights: Emperor Kavan the Cruel, feared across the nine realms, carrying several stacks of parcels and shopping bags in his arms, following closely behind a radiant Passion who looked utterly delighted with herself.Von covered her mouth with a hand, trying and failing to stifle a laugh.N
THE EMPEROR’S UNDONE HEART
Life in the Norm Lands settled quickly into a new rhythm, one ruled by the icy cruelty of Emperor Kavan… except when it came to Passion.The palace concubines loathed her.Kara despised her.And Kavan’s own unpredictable temperament only fed the tension.Clashes in the HaremKara and the others tried to provoke Passion daily, little insults, spilled wine, stepping on her hems, whispering in corners.They expected her to be timid.Instead, she beat them all to the floor.Concubines groaned, Kara hissed in rage, and every time Passion heard Kavan’s heavy footsteps returning from the hunt, she dramatically collapsed, pretending to be unconscious.He entered one afternoon, saw Kara and two others bruised, and Passion lying limp like a fallen lily.His gaze darkened.“All of you,” he commanded, “to the punishment hall. Twenty lashes each.”The wailing began instantly.Before the guards dragged them away, Passion opened one eye and winked.Kavan ignored it. Or tried to.He scooped her into
THE SERPENT’S LETTER & THE EMPEROR’S JEALOUSY
Three weeks into life in the Norm Lands, a raven arrived.Not just any raven, Snake’s serpent-marked messenger, black as midnight, carrying a scroll tied with gold thread.Passion unrolled it while Beast and Dream lounged nearby.“Kayelsa,” Snake’s handwriting flowed like carved ice,“Do not forget why you are there.Your marriage is a weapon.Your heart is your shield.Do not misplace either.”Beast let out a low whistle.“Snake never writes unless the matter is grave.”Dream, dangerous smile, dagger in hand, added:“He knows she doesn’t need protection anymore. She has Kavan wrapped like a silk cord around her finger.”Passion snorted.“Kara wishes she had me wrapped. Beast, I thought you were assigned to protect me? Why haven’t you silenced her yet?”Beast grimaced.“I don’t strike women.”Dream grinned, wicked and pleased.“I do.Mogros especially.Kara is one by blood… I could kill her for you.”Passion burst out laughing.“Permission granted.”Beast groaned, rubbing his temples.