All Chapters of LIROIDS: SNAKE: Chapter 61
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The Threads of Shadow and Fire
The throne room of Tan of Tan, god of the Mogro, shimmered with firelight and rage. The golden pillars trembled as his fury rippled through the chamber, an anger that burned brighter than the sun yet colder than vengeance itself.The heralds knelt before him, trembling. “The assassin failed again, my lord. Snake yet lives.”Tan’s jaw tightened, his hands curling into fists. The crane emblem at his chest seemed to pulse with divine light.“Failed?” he hissed. “Again?”The herald dared not lift his head. “The priest was slain, but Snake and Dragon survived. It is said Evilside’s hand turned the tide in their favor.”“Evilside…” Tan spat the name like venom. “Even in my absence, her roots find their way into my world.”From behind the golden curtain, a soft voice spoke, Branch of Obedience, the god’s most loyal aide, and one of the few who dared speak in such moments. “My lord, this rage serves her more than you. Each time you lash out, the other gods whisper of your instability. You mus
The House of Bright wrought
The road to Kovu was unlike any Snake or Dragon had walked before.No sound of birds, no whisper of wind, only silence and light that shimmered as if the air itself were half dream, half memory. The path wound between cliffs of glass that caught the moonlight, turning it into living fire.Dragon’s flame dimmed to a cautious glow. “This place… it feels like walking inside a soul.”Snake’s serpents stirred uneasily at his neck. “Or through one long dead.”Beyond the cliffs rose the spires of Kovu, the kingdom of Kiria, god of solitude. It was a place forgotten even by the gods, where stone remembered voices, and the rivers sang to no one.At the city’s gate stood a woman cloaked in starlight. Her skin shimmered like pearl dust, her hair white as frost with faint, dark undertones, the unmistakable mark of the Liroid line. But her eyes, deep gold and calm as the moon before dawn, belonged to another world entirely.“Snake of Doomsany,” she said, bowing her head with poise. “And Dragon of
The Sanctuary of Solitude
The path into Kiria’s sanctum was not a road but a passage through memory itself.The air thickened the farther Snake and Dragon went, until breath became mist and sound turned to echo.Light dimmed, folding into veils of colorless glow, the kind that neither burns nor warms, but exists to remind one that the world still turns somewhere far away.The deeper they descended, the less their steps touched the earth.It was as if Kovu had ceased to be a city and had become a reflection, a living dream built of what the god once wished to forget.“Feels like walking inside someone’s heartbeat,” Dragon murmured, his voice barely more than breath.Snake’s serpents were still. His eyes, sharp as ever, flickered to the shapes moving in the dim glow, silhouettes of forgotten gods carved into stone walls, some crowned, others kneeling.Each face bore the same symbol over their heart, a crescent bound by roots.“The mark of Kiria,” Snake said quietly. “The god who never wanted worship.”They reach
Evilside and Cirax
Cellok’s night was not silent. It never was. The air hummed faintly with power, the soft pulse of the Tree Goddess’s roots stirring beneath the black marble of the palace floor. Priests whispered prayers through the branches that coiled above the throne room, prayers not of worship, but of remembrance.At the heart of this nocturnal kingdom sat Evilside, robed in lilies that bled silver under moonlight, chains that bound her wrist to remind her of her grief, her eyes lost in the patterns of the shadows dancing on the floor. Her throne, grown from the Tree itself, pulsed faintly with life. She did not move as the air rippled, as though reality itself had drawn a breath.From the space between reflections, Cirax stepped forth. The eldest of the gods of old appeared as a cascade of twilight, long hair of starlit white, her presence carrying both storm and silence. Her smile was gentle, though her eyes carried the weight of a thousand reigns.“Still awake, I see,” Cirax said, her tone lil
The Crane
The Palace of Light was not quiet; it never could be while Tan of Tan dwelled within it. The marble halls trembled faintly with divine power, echoing the pulse of a god who had once ruled flame, faith, and mortal fear. Yet within his private wing, silence reigned, a silence as sharp as the blade of vengeance he carried in his heart.Aliya sat at her writing table, her hands trembling slightly as she traced ink upon gold-leaf parchment. The candle beside her flickered; the flame caught between devotion and dread. Her words were careful, her script delicate, the letter of a woman balancing loyalty and terror.To my servant, strike only when the moon wanes and the sun turns its face. The serpent must fall unseen, and his kin must not know until it is done. Fail me not, for if he lives, I shall not.Her fingers hesitated as she pressed her seal into the wax, a crescent intertwined with Tan’s sigil. Then she exhaled, shoulders sagging.Behind her, unseen, Tan stood, the Crane God himself,
The Journey Home
The journey through the misted valleys of Kovu was long and bitterly cold. Dragon rode beside Snake, the torchlight from their steeds flickering against the ancient stones. They had obtained what they came for from Serpent, knowledge forbidden to most, but the weight of it lingered heavily between them.The night stretched endlessly above them, a sky of burning stars scattered over the blackened plains. The horses moved in silence, hooves whispering against the dry earth as Snake and Dragon made their way toward Cellok. Neither spoke for a while. The air was cold, carrying the faint scent of ash and iron, the remnants of distant wars.Finally, Dragon broke the silence. “Do you plan to tell her everything?” his tone was edged with unease. “Evilside doesn’t forgive easily. One wrong word, and she’ll have my head before I finish speaking.”Snake smirked beneath his hood. “She won’t. You worry too much, brother.”“That’s easy for you to say,” Dragon muttered. “You’re her confidant, her sh
Arrival in Cellok
The city of Cellok loomed like a sleeping beast beneath the twilight sky, black towers etched with veins of crimson fire, banners bearing the sigil of Evilside fluttering against the wind. The air was thick with incense and iron, the scent of a kingdom forged by blood and ruled by will alone.Snake slowed his horse as they reached the obsidian gates. Dragon, ever the dramatist, stretched his arms with a groan.“Home sweet doom,” he muttered. “How I missed the smell of arrogance and burning lilies.”Snake side-eyed him. “That’s the incense of Evilside’s temple.”Dragon wrinkled his nose. “Smells like someone cremated a rose and decided to call it divine.”“Watch your tongue,” Snake warned, though his smirk betrayed him. “She might hear you.”“Oh, I hope she does,” Dragon said, straightening his cloak. “It might remind her I exist.”“Or she’ll remind you she can make you not exist,” Snake replied dryly.Dragon grinned. “Still worth it.”As they dismounted, a pair of Liroid guards, silen
Chains of Blood and Faith
The throne room of Cellok pulsed like a living heart. Shadows clung to its black marble pillars, whispering secrets older than kingdoms. Evilside sat upon her throne, her raven dark hair flowing like liquid night, her wrists bound in the broken chains that still glimmered faintly, relics of the grief that had forged her.Before her stood Heartless, the High Matron of the Liroids, and her firstborn; her gaze was sharp as frost, her tone steady, but beneath the veneer of calm flickered the tremor of frustration only a daughter could feel toward her mother.“You risk everything for one man,” Heartless said, voice ringing through the darkened hall. “One Liroid-born assassin who calls you ‘Mother.’ Do you ever think what that looks like to the others? The gods whisper, the old ones stir, and now even Kiria suspects your games.”Evilside’s eyes glowed faintly. “Snake is not just any Liroid-born. He carries my will, and my will cannot be undone.”Heartless’s jaw tightened. “You raised him yo
The Garden of the Broken Queen
The garden of Cellok was silent, its lilies glowing with faint violet light beneath the blood-hued moon. Each blossom carried whispers of the past, voices of the lost, echoes of vows long broken.Heartless walked alone among them, her cloak brushing the petals that trembled as she passed. Her thoughts burned like embers. Every word her mother had spoken still seared her chest. She had seen Evilside’s wrath countless times, but never her hesitation, never the flicker of doubt in the goddess’s eyes.And that made the pain worse.She reached the center of the garden, where the oldest tree, Evilside’s sacred heartroot, grew. Its bark shimmered faintly with veins of silver, its roots coiling through black soil like sleeping serpents. She knelt before it, unsure whether she was seeking strength or forgiveness.All the memories began to flow gently.Then, from the shadows of the tree, a familiar voice whispered, soft as wind through dying petals.“Hakaya…”Heartless froze. No one had called
Blades and Burdens
The palace weapons hall of Cellok was alive with sound, the sharp clang of metal, the hiss of shifting shadows, the soft whisper of blades cutting air. Rows of torches burned along the obsidian walls, their light flickering against racks of ancient weaponry: curved daggers, twin sabers, spears shaped like fangs. The room breathed violence and history.Snake stood at the center of it all, surrounded by young Liroid assassins in training. The newest from the Academy: Territory, Madness, and Cliff, all barely a century old, yet their eyes already glimmered with the dark fire of their lineage. They moved with sharp precision, mimicking Snake’s gestures, every motion measured, every strike deliberate.Across the room, watching from the shadows, was Terror, one of the eldest assassins still alive, ancient even by Liroid standards. Her dark hair flowed like the night sky, and her eyes burned like two cold suns. Every movement she made was silent, lethal, and absolute.Terror was not known fo