All Chapters of LIROIDS: SNAKE: Chapter 21
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The Mother of Doom
The battlefield trembled.The sky itself seemed to recoil from the power that rippled between gods and mortals. Fire burned black; light turned red. And through the ruin, Snake walked alone, his cloak torn to ribbons, his dagger glowing with the mingled essence of shadow and divinity.Queen Doom stood before him at the altar of bone and ash, her eyes dark mirrors, her crown writhing with smoke. The voice of Evilside whispered through her lips, ancient and merciless.“You return, my son of serpents. The disobedient one. The child who thought himself free.”Her tone was not hers, not Doom’s, not the woman who once held him as a boy in Cellok’s shadowed garden, but the Goddess who had long ago turned her children into weapons.Snake stopped ten paces away.His serpents hissed, restless around his feet. “You turned my mother into a vessel,” he said quietly. “You took her will, her heart, her law became your cage.”Evilside’s laughter came through Queen Doom’s mouth, low and resonant.“She
The Rebirth of the Shadow Goddess
The air cracked like thunder given breath.From the sundered heart of Cellok, the sound of weeping roots filled the void, a groan that shivered across kingdoms. Every Liroid felt it, from the highest assassin to the youngest marked child. In Kindraloy, Shiver awoke screaming, his mark searing gold and black. In Doomsany, Fury dropped her silver goblet as wine turned to ash. And in Tan’s temple, the holy flames flickered into darkness for the space of one heartbeat.Something ancient was waking.Snake stood over his mother’s body, blood still on his hands, the dagger of Cirax trembling with power that no mortal should wield. The ground beneath him pulsed, the rhythm of a heart far below the soil, Evilside’s heart, reforming itself in the belly of the world.Dragon stared toward the horizon, where the earth split open and tendrils of light and shadow coiled upward into a storm.“She’s coming back,” he whispered.Snake didn’t answer. The dagger quivered in his grip, humming with a strang
The Truth of Fire and Shadow
The battlefield had fallen still.Smoke curled in ribbons that did not rise but hung heavy, suspended between heaven and earth, as though even the air refused to move before what was coming. The lilies of Cellok bloomed in black and violet across the scorched earth, their petals trembling though no wind passed.Evilside stood amidst them, her eyes half-lidded, her face turned toward the heavens. Shadows rolled across her skin like a living veil. The whispers of the dead, the cries of the living, the chants of gods, all seemed to fade until there was only her breathing.Then came the tremor.It began beneath her feet, a slow, rhythmic pulse, the heartbeat of the world itself. From the pulse rose light. Pale, silver, merciless. It carved through the darkness and unfolded into a vision that swallowed all who watched.Snake and Dragon froze mid-step. Queen Dark halted her blade. Even Tan, flame still wreathing his spear, lowered it in silence.The vision took form.A forest once green, l
The Breaking of the Heavens
Silence had become unbearable.The world stood on the edge of its own breath. Every leaf, every ember, every lingering echo of battle trembled beneath a stillness too vast to comprehend. The truth had been spoken. The lie that bound gods to heaven and mortals to worship had cracked, and now the sky began to feel the wound.A sound rose. Faint at first, like the tolling of a distant bell. Then louder, deeper. A note of grief so pure it made mountains shudder.It was Cirax.The eldest of the Old Gods had fallen to her knees, her silver hair cascading like moonlight across the ashen soil. Her face was turned upward toward the blackened sky, her tears shining as starlight that refused to fall. Each drop hung in the air, forming constellations that bled light.“Ciria,” she whispered, voice breaking. “My sister, what have you done?”Her cry rippled through heaven, tearing open clouds that had watched for eons in silence, and from the rift poured streams of celestial flame, blue and white, f
The Hollow Flame
Silence.After the storm of gods, silence had weight.It pressed against Tan’s chest like a blade turned inward, heavier than all the prayers he had ever answered.The battlefield of Meris was gone, swallowed by the void where light and shadow had collided. The rivers were dusty. The air was still. Even the wind had died, afraid to carry the scent of what remained.Tan stood alone beneath a sky without a sun. His spear, once radiant, now burned only with a faint ember at its tip. His reflection stared back at him in the blackened ground: a god stripped of his worship, his purpose, and his certainty.For the first time in eternity, the God of Fire was cold.He turned his gaze upward.Where once the heavens had shimmered with divine stars, the sigils of gods, now there were only ashes. Some had fled; others had fallen. Cirax had vanished into the mist. Dendra’s laughter was an echo swallowed by the dying wind.And Evilside, she had not pursued.She had looked at him once, her expression
The Veil
The sky above creation trembled.What had once been the quiet hum of eternity now roared like a thousand storms. The Veil, that sacred realm where the gods convened, had been torn open. Rivers of starlight flowed upward instead of down. The heavens had gathered to pass judgment.Where stars once burned in quiet order, thrones of light and stone now floated vast, ancient seats circling a hollow of mist and memory. It was here that gods judged gods, where even immortality could be stripped away.At the center, upon the Seat of Balance, stood Cirax, the eldest daughter of the First gods, her hair a river of silver fire, her eyes galaxies in motion. She was the head of all, the arbiter of existence, the sister of the fallen Ciria, and the one who now bore the weight of both vengeance and order.Behind her, the twin thrones of her parents, Civax and Civon, stood empty but glowing faintly. Echoes of beings too ancient to die yet too proud to return.The gathered gods murmured in a thousand
The Children of Shadow
The banners of Cellok no longer fluttered over kingdoms; they grew into them.Liroids marrying into other kingdoms had become a norm. It was a practice done since the days of heartless and had grown cellok into a powerful nation.Years had passed since the battle of gods and men, and in that silence, the Liroid Academy rose: a citadel carved from the roots of the world itself, suspended in twilight. No mortal eyes could see it. Its halls shimmered between night and day, and its corridors whispered secrets older than the stars.Here, the children of the great Liroids were forged.Not by bloodshed, but by preparation.The academy was both a sanctuary and a prison, where every lesson was a blade, and every oath was binding.At the highest tower, overlooking the forests of Doomsany and the distant shimmer of Kindraloy, stood Heartless, the daughter of Evilside.Her eyes were pale silver, her skin marked with faint patterns that glowed when she spoke to the Tree. Her beauty was haunting, c
The Children of Shadow
The Liroid Academy had never been so alive.Banners of black silk rippled through the great hall, each marked with the sigil of the houses that still rule under Evilside’s name. Candles burned with silver flame, their light too cold to be holy. The air trembled, not with sound, but with the weight of presence.For the first time since the age of the gods, the entire Liroid bloodline had gathered.At the highest dais, upon the throne of obsidian and root, sat Heartless, Headmistress of the Academy and daughter of Evilside. Her pale eyes shone like frost beneath moonlight. Behind her, the roots of the great tree pulsed, whispering ancient songs, Evilside’s heartbeat echoing through the world.Before her, four young Liroids knelt: Shiver, Death Sentence, Passion, and Game. Their faces were masks of focus, but beneath each surface flickered a storm.They were surrounded by an audience of gods, monsters, and immortals, their forebears.Among them sat Queen Dark of Doomsany, her black crown
The Trial of Shadows — The Second Test
The night after the First Trial, the halls of the Liroid Academy did not rest.The shadows moved restlessly beneath the roots, whispering to one another like ghosts who knew the future. The black lilies along the courtyards bloomed at once, their petals opening to the moon, dripping silver dew that shimmered like tears.The heirs did not sleep either.For power alone was never enough, not for Liroids.Heartless had promised a second test, one that would not measure their strength, but their allegiance.At dawn, the academy bells tolled thirteen times.A mist covered the training fields, rolling in from the forests of Doomsany. Within it, the students gathered, hundreds of them, each wearing the mark of their lineage. But only four stood apart: Shiver, Death Sentence, Passion, and Game.They stood beneath the great archway of bone and vine, carved with the symbols of the first Liroid queens. The arch hummed faintly, as though alive.Then the roots parted.Heartless stepped through the
The Mirror of the Heart
Darkness swallowed sound.Time, light, even breath seemed to vanish.The four heirs stood alone, not upon the training field, but within the heart of the Liroid curse itself. This was the place beyond shadow, where every soul of their bloodline was tested once before claiming their mark.It was said no god could enter here. Only those born of the Tree’s will could survive its truth.And tonight, the Tree spoke to them.Shiver: The Valley of BonesThe first to awaken was Shiver.He stood upon cracked earth stretching to a black horizon. The ground was littered with bones; serpents, men, Liroids, and creatures he did not recognize. Each skull was marked with the Tar sigil, glowing faintly like dying embers.The wind whispered, “Do you know their names?”He turned and froze.Among the bones lay Snake, his father, eyes hollow, blade broken, serpents lifeless around him. Beyond him knelt Trina, hands folded as if in prayer, her lips moving but no sound emerging.“No…”He stumbled forward.