All Chapters of LIROIDS: SNAKE: Chapter 41
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The Whisper Beneath the Roots
The black roots of Cellok moved like veins beneath the earth, pulsing with ancient power. Deep below the world’s crust, where no mortal breath could reach, Evilside sat upon her throne of living chains and lilies. The air was thick with whispers, each one a memory, a curse, or a lie given shape.Her eyes, those impossible galaxies, watched the reflections that bloomed across the obsidian pool before her.Flashes of Game’s silver hair, Sky’s storm-lit defiance, and Dar’s golden laughter rippled across the surface. Then, behind them all, she saw something older stirring in the shadows. Something she had buried long ago.She raised a hand. The visions vanished. Silence fell.Then the shadows parted.Snake entered.He came without bow or pretense, his cloak whispering against the roots. Only Snake entered this chamber without permission because Evilside allowed it. Because she needed someone who saw her not as a goddess or curse, but as a woman who had once wept.“You summoned me,” he sai
Echoes in the Halls of Heartless
Lightning licked across the high towers of the Liroid Academy, casting crooked veins of light along walls grown from living stone. Glyphs pulsed faintly under the floor, each a root of Cellok’s power. Heartless’s domain breathed like a beast asleep, beautiful, dangerous, full of old voices.Snake walked those halls as if they were memories. The students bowed or fled from his path; none spoke his name aloud. His shadow moved faster than his feet, long and serpentine. He was not supposed to be here, yet the guards dared not question him. When the goddess herself allowed a man to enter, only fools intervened.He reached the western courtyard, where the rain poured through a broken roof onto a pool of black lilies. There, lounging upon the edge as if the place were a tavern and not a fortress, sat Sky, hair pale as ash, eyes the color of storms, a grin that promised mischief even in silence.“You’re late,” Sky said, tossing a pebble into the pool. It skipped twice before sinking. “I was
The Fracture of Hearts
The storm over the Liroid Academy had not broken for three days. Lightning kept its vigil above the towers; thunder murmured like an argument between gods. Every flash lit the glyphs carved in the walls, so that the whole fortress seemed to breathe with its own uneasy pulse.Snake walked those trembling halls without sleep. He had begun to feel the storm beneath his skin. Sky’s warning echoed in his mind: the gods are whispering again. Whispers meant movement, and movement meant danger.He paused outside the great stair where torches burned with violet flame. Below, he could hear the younger Liroids training, Game’s voice among them, strong and sure. The sound of her laughter was a small, human thing against all the thunder. It almost made him forget why he had come.The Seeds of JealousyDar had not laughed once since that night in the courtyard.He moved through the Academy like a shadow of sunlight, bright on the surface, but cold underneath. He still trained with Game and Sap, sti
Ultimatums of Shadow and Flame
The Veil shimmered with a light that was neither holy nor kind. Clouds of gold and crimson folded like silk upon endless air, and the voices of the gods rose in slow, echoing judgment.Dar knelt in the center of that celestial hall. His golden armor was cracked from the battle below, his pride dimmer than the fires that once crowned him. Around him, the gathered deities watched in silence, faces carved of beauty and wrath, their eyes cold as suns.And before him stood his mother, Day, goddess of love, mercy, beauty, and endless desire.Her radiance filled the Veil like music, terrible in its gentleness, destructive in its grace. Her skin glowed the color of dawn; her eyes, soft as mourning stars. Yet there was no warmth in them tonight, only disappointment.“Rise, my son,” she said, her voice breaking like glass.Dar obeyed, trembling. He dared not meet her gaze.“You were sent to test them,” she whispered. “Not to destroy what little hope remained in their hearts. You turned a lesson
Shadows and Fractures
The roots of Cellok pulsed with lightless veins as Snake returned from Vashra. The shadows welcomed him like a brother, yet the air itself trembled. Evilside’s anger had not cooled.The throne hall of the Lioroid Queen was vast and silent. The branches of the Tree curled inward, forming living arches of bone and bark. Beneath their twisting embrace sat Evilside, her crown glimmering with dying stars, her expression unreadable.Snake stepped forward without kneeling. His cloak trailed ash. His daggers were gone.“You disobeyed me,” she said softly.“I refused to slaughter kin.”Her voice sharpened. “You refused me.”Snake’s calm broke for the first time in years. “You ordered me to break something that still believes in love, my Queen. You, who once killed a goddess for the same reason.”The roots quivered. A thousand unseen whispers echoed her name: Evilside, mother of lilies, curse of Cellon.Her eyes flared, molten silver in the dark. “Do not speak of what you do not understand.”“I
Hearts That Defy Shadow
The night at the Liroid Academy throbbed with whispers.A thousand dark lilies bloomed along the courtyard walls, petals trembling with the breath of approaching rain. It was the eve of the Ascension Trials, the day when each young Liroid would face the will of their lineage, the weight of their blood.Yet beneath the ceremonial calm, emotions stirred hotter than any curse.The Courtyard of ShadowsSap stood under the statue of Evilside, his pale fingers clenched around the chain at his neck. The moon caught in his silver hair, and his voice was rough when he finally spoke.“I can’t lie anymore.”Death sentence turned, the glow of her crimson eyes catching his. She had inherited her mother Dark’s poise and her father Beroot’s wrath, a queen in the making, carved of power and patience. “What is it you can’t lie about, Sap?”He swallowed hard, then looked straight into her eyes. “You. I love you.”The words fell like a weapon loosed.Silence expanded between them, soft as snowfall, heav
The Goddess and Her Chains
The throne hall of Cellok slept beneath a twilight no sun had ever touched. The vast roots of the world tree wound through its black marble floor, pulsing faintly with the hum of creation itself. Shadows clung to the pillars like breath, and the air was filled with the faint scent of lilies and iron.Upon her throne sat Evilside, the Shadow Queen and mother of the Liroids. Her wrists were bound by chains of living grief, their links engraved with runes so old that even gods forgot their origin. The chains coiled lightly, not as punishment but as memory.She sat unmoving, her gaze fixed on the Veil that hung before her, a living mirror reflecting both mortal and divine realms. Through it, she saw kingdoms rebuilding, gods whispering, lovers bleeding for causes they barely understood.In that reflection, her own face looked carved from sorrow.Ageless. Perfect. Tired beyond words.From the shadows behind her came a familiar voice, smooth as wind and bright as laughter:“You still wear t
The Forgotten God and the Shadowed Bloodline
The morning light over Doomsany Academy was tinted silver, caught in the mist that rose from Cellok’s veins. The black towers of the Liroid citadel shimmered faintly, and banners of shadow fluttered like ghosts in the wind. Within its grand hall, every student had gathered, children of power and prophecy, heirs of sin and fate.They whispered amongst themselves until silence descended like frost. The doors opened, and High Priestess Xylem entered.She was tall, her robe woven from ivy and starlight, her eyes a deep brown like the depths of the first deserts. A faint aura of rootlight surrounded her, and behind her trailed the scent of wet earth after rain. Her voice, when she spoke, rippled through the hall like wind through ancient leaves.“Children of the Liroid Goddess,” she began, “you have been taught the histories of Liroids, the wars of Tan, and the chains of Evilside. But today, I bring you a truth even your goddess does not speak of often, the tale of the Forgotten God.”Whis
BANTER
The heavens were restless that night. Clouds hung low over the Veil, silver, bruised, and heavy with divine temper. Within that shifting celestial mist, laughter echoed. Not the laughter of mortals, but of gods, musical, mocking, and dangerous.At the edge of the Veil’s marble terrace stood Dendra, god of beauty and mischief, his golden hair glowing faintly beneath the starfire. He leaned upon his staff, carved from the bone of a fallen titan, watching the world below with a wistful smile that fooled no one. Behind the grin lay a god’s envy, the kind that could start wars or break hearts.“Still watching her?”The voice belonged to Radia, Ciria’s old friend, flame-haired, fierce-eyed, once a goddess of radiance, now an envoy between the Old Gods and the Liroid born. She approached with the quiet grace of fire, each step leaving faint embers on the marble.Dendra’s grin widened, playful and aching all at once. “You say it as if I ever stopped.”Radia folded her arms, her crimson robes
LINX
The Veil was quiet that evening, suspended between light and shadow. A river of stars flowed through its endless horizon, its waters made of memory. It was here, where silence spoke louder than prayer, that Radia waited.Her crimson hair glowed faintly, as though lit by an unseen fire. She stood among the white willows that lined the banks of the Celestial Stream, her reflection rippling across the surface like a half-forgotten dream. When Kiria, god of solitude, approached, even the air seemed to draw back in reverence.He was tall, pale, his silver robes trailing through mist that never touched his skin. His eyes, blue, endless, calm, carried both serenity and an ache he never named.“You asked for me,” he said softly, his voice a mirror of still water.Radia turned to him, her expression unreadable. “I needed someone who remembers without judgment. Someone who knows silence the way Linx once did.”Kiria’s brow lifted slightly. “Linx…” He spoke her name like a prayer. “It has been c