All Chapters of LIROIDS: SNAKE: Chapter 111
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A CRUEL EMPEROR’S FIRST FALL
The Norm Lands’ court was unusually tense.Word had spread:Empress Passion was missing from the morning court.Which meant only one thing: she was avoiding Kavan again.Beast and Dream exchanged a look as they walked down the long marble hall.Dream smirked.“Let me guess… Kavan is losing his mind because she didn’t answer his summons?”Beast rubbed his forehead.“The emperor has thrown two goblets, threatened three servants, and dismissed five concubines before breakfast.Dream… do not provoke him today.”Dream laughed.“You say that every day.”BEFORE COURT, SNAKE’S LETTERPassion sat in her private chamber, reading Snake’s familiar handwriting.Kayelsa,Do not forget why you are there.You are fire and root, burn when needed, charm when needed, but never forget: your mission is larger than love.— Snake.Beast peeked into her chamber.“Snake is brutal with words.”Dream flopped onto a cushion.“She won’t forget. She’s already controlling the emperor.”Passion shrugged lightly.“Ma
THE EMPRESS WHO TAMED A MONSTER: Passions recount
The Norm Lands palace changed in one week.The servants whispered it first.“The emperor smiles now…”“He laughs…”“He touches her willingly…”And the women of his harem, especially Kara, felt the shift like a dagger.Kara, once the undisputed favorite, now lived in constant humiliation.Every attempt she made to antagonize Passion ended in failure, mostly because Passion beat her and her clique before Kavan arrived, then pretended to faint just in time.And Kavan, the terrifying Emperor of the Norm Lands, scooped Passion into his arms, death in his eyes.“WHO touched her?”“We… we don’t know, my lord…”WHACK.The guilty concubine was unconscious.Beast always sighed.Dream always smirked.“I love how she manipulates this man,” Dream whispered once.Beast elbowed him.“Stop encouraging her!”KARA’S LATEST DOWNFALLToday was worse.Kara stormed into Passion’s chamber with two other concubines.“Liroid witch! I’ll…”Passion didn’t even look up.Beast and Dream, sitting on opposite pilla
THE BRIDE OF LAVA
Freya quieted after Passion’s departure.The harem drums fell silent, Creature went back to brooding, and Center found new victims to annoy.But at the palace gates, two figures stood restless:Snake, calm but thoughtful,And Dragon, pacing like a caged beast.Slice approached, parchment in hand.“Evilside’s orders,”He said, handing the sealed scroll to Snake.Snake broke the wax.Dragon leaned over.“Another marriage mission? Again? We just survived Passion’s wedding!”Snake read the contents aloud.“We are to escort a bride from the Artisans Guild…to the lands of Payal, Goddess of Molten Lava.”Dragon groaned.“Hot. Troublesome. Volcanic. Perfect.”Slice smirked.“The bride is a rare one. High-ranking. Trained under Rebellion himself.”Snake raised a brow.“Rebellion doesn’t train many brides personally.”Slice nodded.“Exactly. That’s why you’re needed.She must arrive alive, unscathed, and not cause a volcanic eruption.”Dragon:“Sounds like a normal Liroid woman then.”Snake:“
THE ARRIVAL AT SPLINE CITY
Central City of Goddess Payal, Realm of Molten LavaThe air changed the moment they crossed the basalt arches leading into Spline City.Heat shimmered across obsidian streets. Rivers of glowing magma snaked beneath transparent bridges. The sky hung low with red mist, and the scent of iron and embers swirled like incense, the unmistakable signature of Payal, Goddess of Molten Lava.Where other lands welcomed guests with music, Spline City welcomed them with fire.As Snake, Dragon, and Wildfire rode through the gate, a man draped in robes of golden-red silk stepped forward, smile warm as rising dawn.Fascination Liroid.Wildfire’s maternal grandfather.Nonia’s grandson.The artisan who married into the lava clans centuries ago.A man known for his charm and for surviving more explosions than any Liroid in history.He opened his arms.“Dragon! My troublesome brother-in-law!”Dragon blinked.Wildfire choked on a laugh.Snake hid his amusement.Dragon managed a respectful bow.“Brother-in-
THE KING OF SPLINE CITY
The throne hall of Spline City rose like a temple carved inside a living volcano.Black basalt columns spiraled upward, glowing faintly at the edges where molten veins ran through them like liquid suns. The floor itself radiated a warm, steady pulse, Payal’s heartbeat.Snake, Dragon, Wildfire, and Fascination stood before the dais as King Varyon of Spline entered with the slow, measured steps of a ruler who feared nothing and forgot nothing.His eyes, a molten gold, rested on Wildfire, then drifted briefly to Snake and Dragon.A nostalgic smile tugged at the corners of his lips.“I knew a Liroid long ago… a legend among legends.”“Blood Liroid,” the king said, voice echoing across stone and flame.“He married a woman of this city centuries ago. Payal herself blessed his union and carved a gift upon his wrist, a mark worthy of a hero who saved our people from a raiding titan.”Snake bowed slightly.“Blood’s stories remain in our halls.”The king nodded.“Liroids are always welcome in S
THE REVELATION OF BLOOD
Dinner in Spline Palace was loud, warm, and filled with laughter after Wildfire’s triumph. Snake and Dragon ate with Fascination, Eden, and several demigods, including Payal’s silent watchers.Dragon sliced into a heavy lava-boar steak, but his hand slipped, only for a second, and the blade nicked his palm.A single drop of blood fell.At once, dragon-scale armor burst across his hand like living stone, reacting with battle instinct, sealing the wound instantly.Dragon looked at the healed cut and snorted.“Liroid blood. Thicker and ageless.”They laughed until the palace rumbled.PAYAL SMELLS THE BLOODFrom a mile away, the Goddess Payal froze.She turned her head, sniffed sharply.And in the next heartbeat…SHE WAS IN THE DINING HALL.A blazing hand seized Dragon by the collar and lifted him clear off the ground as though he weighed nothing.The entire hall fell silent.Even Eden paled.Payal’s eyes were molten, swirling with memory and rage.“Who is your mother?”Dragon blinked in
Embers of the Mother, Shadows of the Veil
Spline City breathed heat like a living furnace. Rivers of molten gold ran beneath glass bridges, humming with the voice of Payal’s molten heart. Towers carved from volcanic stone rose like dark spears against the red sky. Everywhere, the air shimmered with the scent of fire and iron.Dragon walked these streets as if he were both a stranger and an heir.His scales hummed beneath his skin, reacting to every ember, every flicker of lava, every whisper of a goddess who had once held him as an infant. He felt her power on the wind, familiar, terrifying, intimate.Snake watched him from a distance.They moved through the palace corridors carved from obsidian, their footsteps echoing alongside the rumble of magma deep below. Tapestries glowed with scenes of ancient wars, heroes forged in fire, lovers burned into myth.Dragon finally stopped beneath a high arch, hand pressed to the stone as if it could tell him who he was.“You’re breathing like a man drowning,” Snake said quietly.“I am,”
THE VEIL TREMBLES
The Veil rose above the realms like a blade forged from silence, an impossibly thin boundary of light and shadow, holding gods apart from chaos, truth apart from ruin. When it stirred, the cosmos felt it.When it cracked, the world shook.Tonight, it shuddered.A ripple, small, trembling, ancient, ran through the fabric between worlds. And like a predator smelling blood, Evilside appeared.Her form unfurled from darkness itself, a woman sculpted of roots, storm-light, and broken crowns. Her eyes burned the color of ancient oaths. When she spoke, the Veil bowed.“No one moves.”Her voice split the quiet into shards.“Not one god draws a blade. Not one goddess lifts a hand. Or I will bring the Veil down upon all of you.”The assembled pantheon froze.From the higher obsidian ridge, Varun the Judge stepped forward, robes trailing like tidal foam.“Another experiment of yours?” he asked coldly. “Another weapon hidden in flesh?”Evilside’s lips curled. “No. A son of my kin. And he will not
THE CONFESSION OF SEVEN SWORDS
The night in Spline City tasted of molten air, iron, fire, and old grief.Dragon stood alone beneath Payal’s obsidian spires, the glow of lava rivers painting him in shades of red and gold. His heartbeat felt strange now… heavier, older… as if another flame had awakened inside him. His mother’s flame.He barely heard the footsteps until they stopped behind him.“Dragon.”Seven Swords’s voice was tired, too tired for a man who had survived centuries, wars, gods, and women fiercer than storms. Dragon didn’t turn.“You came to lecture me?” Dragon’s tone was a blade. “Or to lie again?”Seven Swords stepped beside him, hands clasped behind his back. His hair, silver at the temples now, moved in the heat winds.“No,” he said quietly. “I came to ask you something.”Dragon exhaled sharply, a growl hidden in the breath. “Ask.”Seven Swords looked at the glowing horizon as if searching for a memory buried there.“If you knew,” he began slowly, “that Linx could be saved only by giving up her imm
THE FIRE THAT REMEMBERS
The night had length, long and molten, as if the lava rivers under Spline City whispered the names of old lovers.Dragon and Seven Swords sat upon the balcony carved into Payal’s obsidian cliffs, the heat rising in gentle waves. For the first time in centuries, they spoke without rage… without blades between them.Seven Swords broke the silence first.“You walk like her,” he said. “Not me…Payal.”Dragon’s brow twitched. “Then perhaps that is why my steps burn.”Seven Swords chuckled. “You inherited her temper. Her stubbornness. Her fire. But not her patience. That came from me.”Dragon looked away. “I don’t know what parts of me belong to who anymore.”“Then let me help you remember,” Seven Swords said softly.And he did.He spoke of Payal, beautiful as a sunstorm, fierce as molten stone.He spoke of Linx, gentle in voice, deadly in will, the woman who had chosen death over weakness.He spoke of himself, not as a legend, but as a man who had loved one woman and lost her to pride and f