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Chapter 232: The Puppet Master
Author: Rachel Holt
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Jacob grabbed Verons's collar despite knowing the man was seconds from death. "What do you mean the Darkness is a key? What is it unlocking?"

Verons's eyes tried to focus but could not quite manage it. His pupils were dilated differently, one larger than the other in a way that suggested severe brain trauma catching up with him. "Not... unlocking. Guarding."

"That makes no sense. If it was guarding something, why would it want to escape?"

"Because..." Verons coughed wetly, blood bubbling at his
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  • Chapter 234: Centuries of Manipulation

    The ground continued splitting while the Darkness talked, and Jacob realized the entity was deliberately stalling. Keeping them focused on revelations and history while something else happened beneath their feet."Stop whatever you are doing," Jacob commanded, channeling power through the artifacts to reinforce Anna's failing barrier."I am not doing anything," the Darkness replied, and it sounded genuine. "This is not my work. The First Betrayer feels me free in the world and knows his own release is imminent. He comes of his own will, drawn by the breaking of seals that have held him for three thousand years."Three thousand years. The number was almost meaningless, too large for Jacob to properly comprehend. His entire bloodline had existed under the shadow of this imprisoned entity without knowing it."You said you manipulated events for centuries," Marcus said, clearly trying to gather information while they still could. "How? You were sealed. You could not act directly.""Whispe

  • Chapter 233: Ancient Evil

    The Darkness laughed as Verons died. The sound echoed across the ruined temple grounds, carrying amusement that made Jacob's skin crawl because it suggested the entity had heard everything Verons said and found it entertaining rather than concerning."So he figured it out at the end," the Darkness said, its voice coming from everywhere simultaneously. "How very perceptive of him. Pity he realized the truth only when it could no longer help him."Jacob stood, leaving Verons's body where it had fallen. There was no time for burial or mourning or any of the things that should follow an enemy's death. Not when that enemy's final words suggested something worse was coming.Anna was maintaining the barrier but Jacob could see the strain showing in her posture. Containing the fully manifested Darkness was taking everything she had, and they both knew she could not hold it indefinitely."What Verons said," Jacob called out to the entity. "About you being a key. About serving someone else. Is

  • Chapter 232: The Puppet Master

    Jacob grabbed Verons's collar despite knowing the man was seconds from death. "What do you mean the Darkness is a key? What is it unlocking?"Verons's eyes tried to focus but could not quite manage it. His pupils were dilated differently, one larger than the other in a way that suggested severe brain trauma catching up with him. "Not... unlocking. Guarding.""That makes no sense. If it was guarding something, why would it want to escape?""Because..." Verons coughed wetly, blood bubbling at his lips. "Because it was never... working voluntarily. Your ancestors... they did not just seal the Darkness. They enslaved it. Made it into a lock... against its will."Jacob's mind raced through implications. The ancient texts had never mentioned slavery or forced servitude. The seals were described as containment, pure and simple—trapping an evil entity to prevent it from destroying the world.But what if that was not the complete truth? What if the guardians had done something more complicated

  • Chapter 231: Verons Falls

    Jacob approached Verons carefully despite knowing the tyrant was no longer a threat. Old instincts did not die easily and approaching wounded enemies without caution was how warriors who should have survived ended up dead.But Verons was not playing dead waiting to strike. He was actually dying, blood spreading beneath him in a pool that was growing steadily larger. His breathing was shallow and irregular, each inhalation sounding wet in ways that suggested internal hemorrhaging.Anna stayed back, maintaining the creative energy field that was keeping the Darkness contained while Jacob dealt with the former host. Her face showed no satisfaction at Verons's condition. Just exhaustion and something that might have been pity."Come to gloat?" Verons asked when Jacob stopped beside him. His voice was weak but still carried traces of the authority that had commanded armies. "Watch the mighty tyrant reduced to this?""No," Jacob said simply. "Come to end it.""Merciful of you." Verons cough

  • Chapter 230: The Revelation

    Verons remained on his knees, staring at his hands. They were shaking uncontrollably, the tremors of a body that had been pushed far past breaking and was only now registering the damage. Blood dripped from his nose and mouth, pooling on the ruined temple floor beneath him."When?" he asked, his voice barely more than a whisper. "When did you first... when did I stop being myself?"The Darkness circled him slowly, its form shifting between configurations as if it could not quite decide what shape would be most appropriate for this conversation. "You want specifics? Dates and times when I began influencing your thoughts?""Yes.""You were seventeen," the entity said, and there was almost kindness in how it delivered the information. Almost. "A young officer in Argo's military, ambitious and angry and so desperately hungry for recognition that you could not sleep at night. I whispered in those sleepless hours. Suggested strategies that would earn you promotions. Pointed you toward oppor

  • Chapter 229: Darkness Weakens

    The separation was not clean. The Darkness had been merged with Verons for too long, its essence woven through his nervous system and circulatory system and possibly his soul if he still had one. Pulling it free was like unraveling a tapestry thread by thread while the tapestry fought to stay whole.Verons screamed as shadow was torn from his flesh. Not metaphorical pain but actual agony as parts of himself that had been corrupted by the entity were being purged. His veins showed black beneath skin that was becoming translucent, the Darkness visible as it tried to maintain its hold."Stop!" he shouted at Jacob and Anna, though whether he was commanding them or begging was unclear. "You do not understand what you are doing!""We understand perfectly," Jacob said. His voice was calm despite the strain of channeling so much creative energy. "The Darkness cannot exist where love creates space for nothing else. It requires corruption to survive. We are removing the corruption."More shadow

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