All Chapters of LIROIDS: SNAKE: Chapter 131
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TENT OF QUIET HEARTS — THE SHADOW BETWEEN LOVERS
Moonlight sifted through the silken walls of Nonia’s inner tent, soft as breath. Incense drifted low along the carpets, and Sky lay sprawled on the cushions, half-drunk, half-laughing, eyes bright with a pain he pretended not to feel.Passion knelt beside him, brushing his hair from his face.Sky smirked lazily.“Your husband… Kavan… he is a passionate lover. You should forgive him.”Passion frowned. “Sky, you’re drunk.”Sky grinned wider, rolling onto his side.“Drunk enough to tell all the truths I hid for centuries. Let him sulk. He deserves it.”She tried to scold him, but failed and laughed despite herself.He joined her laughter, softer, almost weightless.They talked for a while, random things, old things, comfortable things, until Sky’s words began to trail, then blur. His breathing slowed into the deep rhythm of sleep.Passion rose quietly, pulled a warm blanket over him, smoothing it across his chest.Then, softly, she pressed a kiss to his forehead.Sky did not move.Not un
THE VALLEY OF RUINS — THE DAY OF THE GODDESS
The morning broke in silver.The mist crawled low across the ancient ruins of Eyela’s first home, now sacred ground, now the shrine of Evilside’s sorrow. The stones trembled with memory, the air heavy with the echo of a life torn apart long before she became a goddess.Every Liroid, Assassin, Divine, Poison, Shadow, Void, Fire, and even the distant bloodlines gathered in the valley. Tents stood open. Children clung to their parents. Lovers held hands. Elders whispered blessings.And at the heart of it all stood Evilside, mortal in shape yet heavy with a power that never slept.Beside her stood Snake, holding her hand.He always did when this story was told.Her fingers were cold today, colder than usual. Snake felt her flinch even before the artisans stepped into the circle, their painted faces shimmering, their voices rising with the first verse of her history.This was the first year she allowed the full version.The year she allowed them to speak of Seyal’s death,of her parents’ b
The Tale of Evilside & Heartless
As told during the Liroid FeastKavan’s POVThe valley was silent as the last drumbeat faded. The torches flickered against the stone faces of the elders’ tent, painting shadows that looked like ghosts listening from the walls themselves. Every Liroid, Empress, warrior, child, and assassin fell to their knees in reverence as the High Historian stepped forward.Tonight was not about victory.Nor blood.Nor law.Tonight… was remembrance.Passion’s fingers brushed mine as the story began, and only then did I understand why she insisted I be present. This was their story. Her story. The story of the goddess who birthed their bloodline.The story of the curse that shaped their destiny.“Hear now the tale of Evilside, Mother of Lilies.”The High Historian’s voice rolled over the valley like a storm.Part I – The Birth of the CurseEyela’s POV (Spoken by the Historian)Before she was called Evilside… she was Eyela.A girl of Cellok. A daughter of fields and sunlight.A child who believed the
The Blood Root Trance & the Feast of Rebirth
Kavan’s POVThe valley pulsed with festive chaos, laughter, firelight, the scent of roasting meat, and the shimmer of violet lilies that glowed faintly between tents. Yet all of it felt distant as Kavan clutched the empty cup of blood-root wine, trying to steady the pounding of his heart.Passion had warned him of the trance.She had not warned him how real it would feel.He remembered the world-tree, its roots coiled through the heavens, its branches swallowing the sky. He remembered Evilside’s chains, her fury, her transformation. And most of all, he remembered Heartless… eyes filled with fire, naming Cellon as Cellok, the “Rebirth of Darkness.”And then, impossibly, she had looked at him.And he had spoken the Liroid tongue. A language he had never learned.He shivered.Now the trance was over, yet the echo of that ancient world clung to him like frost.The Feast in Full SwingThe valley bustled like a kingdom reborn. Men hauled whole boars onto spits; women stirred cauldrons of ve
The Arrival of Armageddon
The feast roared with life, fires crackling, wine overflowing, warriors wrestling, elders gossiping, and children running like sparks of lightning. But the atmosphere shifted the moment Armageddon entered the valley.Silence rippled outward.He walked with the calm weight of a man who had outgrown the world that once feared him.His two concubines, sculpted in poise and deadly beauty, flanked him like shadows.And behind him strode his son, Malice, tall, cold-eyed, unmistakably heir to a terrifying legacy.Armageddon paused before Evilside’s tent, lowered his head, and offered gifts, three carved obsidian chests filled with rare treasures from the Isle of Darkness.Evilside touched his chin gently.“The Isle has tempered you,” she murmured, her voice carrying both pride and warning.Then she turned her gaze to Irinrod.“Much to your dislike,” she added.Irinrod made a noise in her throat that was neither agreement nor shame.She folded her arms, refusing to look at Armageddon directly
Water, Blood, and Vows
Morning broke with a silver light that poured over the valley like spilled moonwater. The Liroids rose before the sun itself, for the Ninth Day was sacred, the day of unions.A day where every paused engagement, every delayed marriage, every newborn awaiting a name was finally brought before Evilside’s shrine.It happened only once a year.And no Liroid would dare sleep through it.The Ceremonial ValleyThe valley that the night before had hosted wild laughter and wine now shimmered with an almost holy stillness. Mats were rolled up, fires extinguished, tents opened to reveal families preparing themselves with calm purpose.Sky lifted banners.Forbidden carried ceremonial blades.Darkside wore a crown of black lilies.Rebellion helped the youths arrange long carpets woven from root fibers.Even Death was awake early, nibbling on roasted nuts while lying across her mother’s lap.“Lazy girl,” Darkside muttered, still braiding her daughter’s hair.“You’re the lazy one,” Death mumbled bac
The Tenth Day Approaches: Chains, Choices, and the Goddess’s Shadow
Night settled over the valley like a curtain of black silk, thick and trembling with unspoken fears.The Ninth Day had ended beautifully, childnamings, weddings, lake-healings, and laughter echoing across the valley of Cellok. But the beauty died the moment the sun’s rim dipped behind the mountains.Because every Liroid knew what dawn brought.The Tenth Day.The Day of Vows.The day Evilside demanded loyalty from every spouse married into the Liroid line.Those who accepted lived.Those who wavered died.Those who lied… suffered more than death.Even Snake’s blood chilled at the thought.Snake’s VigilSnake did not sleep.He stood at the entrance of his family’s tent, arms crossed, eyes glowing faintly red against the night. He watched Trina inside, gently braiding Shiver’s hair as the boy drifted off.Her tenderness twisted his heart.When Shiver slept, she looked up at Snake.“You’re standing guard as if the Tenth Day were tonight,” she teased softly.“It might as well be,” he mutte
Blood, Guilds, and First Confessions
The Eleventh Day dawned with sharp wind and silver light crawling over the valley.Unlike the Tenth Day, heavy with vows and death’s breath, this day pulsed with excitement.Training Day.The only day when every Liroid, regardless of guild, lineage, or rank, could walk into another guild’s circle and learn.A thousand tents emptied into the massive training fields spread across Cellok’s valley. Weapons glinted, magic stirred, guild banners whipped in the wind.Children ran ahead, eager.Warriors cracked knuckles.Elders stretched joints that had not moved in decades.Even Evilside stood at a distance on a high platform, observing the first formations with quiet satisfaction.Snake’s Training CircleIt was known across the valley:Snake’s circle filled first… and fastest.Dozens crowded around him: Assassins, Divine Liroids, intelligence Liroids, even a few Dogs who admired his deadly precision.Snake stood calm in the center, arms crossed, faint irritation in his eyes.“I said thirty,
Storms Before the Day of Peace
Sky and Kavan Speak HonestlySky knew he couldn’t avoid it forever.The training grounds had emptied, leaving only the soft rustling of the trees and the fading echoes of Liroid chants. Kavan stood near a torch-lit post, staring out into the valley where feasting torches flickered like stars.Sky approached quietly.“You’re avoiding me,” Sky said.Kavan exhaled. “Yes.”Sky blinked; he expected a denial.Kavan continued, “Because every time I look at you… I see someone Passion once loved. Someone she still respects more than she respects me.”Sky looked away. “Passion chose you. Not me.”“But you still love her.”It wasn’t a question.Sky’s jaw tightened. “Love doesn’t disappear simply because it’s inconvenient.”Kavan swallowed hard. “So what do we do then? Pretend it doesn’t exist?”Sky laughed softly, bitterly. “You think I don’t pretend every day?”He stepped closer.“I will never cross her lines,” Sky said. “She set them. I obey them. Because if I don’t… I lose her completely.”Ka
The Ritual of Peace
The valley glowed with soft morning light, the Death Trees humming like ancient instruments. Every branch held dormant death-arrows, waiting… watching… judging.The Thirteenth Day had begun,a day meant for stillness,for rest,for peace.But for the Liroids, peace was always on the brink of chaos.The First Ritual: Silence of the HeartDark and Doom sat beside each other under the shade of a Death Tree.They did not speak.They did not look at each other.They did not even breathe loudly.Snake walked past them with Trina and Shiver, whispering to his family:“Look at them. The real miracle of this festival.”Shiver snorted. “This is torture for them.”Trina elbowed him gently. “Keep your voice down. Even sound travels differently today.”She was right, the air felt like a single whisper could shatter stone.For a moment, everything was quiet.Then…The Death Arrow’s First Kill of the DayA shout erupted from far across the valley.Harsh. Angry. Out of place.It cut through the holy