2024-12-27 14:38:44Their conversation was interrupted by a loud knock at the door which made Margaret jump.
“Who on earth—” Before she could finish, one of the mobsters pushed the door open. Their leader, a tall man with a scar running down his cheek, stepped inside with a smug grin. “Mr. Holsten,” the man drawled, his voice thick with menace. “It’s time to settle your debt.” Mr. Holsten’s face turned red with anger. “What are you talking about, Carlos? The loan isn’t due for another six months!” Carlos shrugged casually. “The boss has decided he wants his money now. You see, patience isn’t really his strong suit.” Margaret gasped. “This is outrageous! You can’t just change the terms like this.” “We can and we have,” Carlos said with a smirk. “Now, pay up.” Evangeline stepped forward, her face a mixture of defiance and disbelief. “This is absurd! You know we don’t have that kind of money lying around.” Carlos glanced at her, his eyes lingering in a way that made her skin crawl. “Ah, Evangeline. The boss mentioned you. Seems he’s taken quite a liking to you. Perhaps we can come to an... alternative arrangement.” Evangeline recoiled in disgust. “Over my dead body!” Carlos laughed. “That can be arranged too.” Mike, who had been silently watching from the sidelines, suddenly stepped forward, puffing out his chest. “You’d better leave now, Carlos. You don’t want to mess with us.” Carlos arched an eyebrow. “And who are you supposed to be?” “I’m Mike Smith,” he announced proudly. “The Only Heir of the Smith family.” Carlos, looking him up and down. “Oh really?” Mike’s face turned red. “I’m warning you! I have underworld connection with one call. You will be finished.” “I am sorry- please don’t call,” he acted as if he was scared. “It’s okay. I spare you all,” Mike said boasting himself. He turned his gaze back to Evangeline. “You don’t need worry, Eva. I would be always there for you.Unlike your husband, who is scared and standing still in the corner.” Evangeline and her mother glanced at Kael. And they scrunched their nose in disappointment. “I always knew you would be my best son in law. You saved us, Mike.” Evangeline mother appreciates Mike. She glanced back to Kael, “You are just worthless and spineless man, who couldn’t save his own wife. Shameless!! Befor she could cursed him more, they were interrupted by Carlos voice. But his attitude changed, he grabbed his collar. “Do you think a fool like you , can scared me.” “What the hell are you doing?” Mike stammered. “Don’t you dare to interrupt me next time or I will cut you in pieces. You can fool others by your fake rolex but not me.” He warned him, while his jaw clenched. Carlos ignored him, signaling to his men. “Take the girl.” Two of the mobsters moved toward Evangeline. She stepped back, panic flashing across her face. “Don’t you dare touch me!” Kael, who had been silent the entire time, stepped forward . “That’s enough.” Carlos turned to him, his expression amused. “And who’s this? Another wannabe hero?” Kael didn’t reply. Instead, he moved with lightning speed, grabbing the first mobster by the arm and twisting it until there was a sickening crack. The man screamed as Kael threw him to the ground. “Big mistake,” Carlos growled, pulling out a knife. Kael ducked under Carlos’s first swing and countered with a precise punch to the ribs, sending him stumbling backward. “NO ONE TOUCHES MY WIFE!!” The other mobsters rushed forward, but Kael moved like a force of nature, disarming one and sending another crashing into a table. Within moments, the room was littered with groaning men. Carlos staggered to his feet, clutching his side. “You’ll regret this. The boss won’t let this slide.” “Let him come,” Kael said coldly. Carlos spat on the floor before signaling his men to retreat. “You’ve just signed your family’s death warrant,” he snarled before storming out. As the mobsters’ cars sped away, the room fell into stunned silence. Margaret was the first to speak. “What have you done?” she hissed, her voice trembling with rage. Kael turned to her, his expression calm but firm. “I stopped them from taking your daughter. You’re welcome.” “You’ve made things worse!” Margaret snapped. “Do you have any idea what they’ll do to us now?” Mike, still nursing his bruised ego, pointed an accusing finger at Kael. “This is all your fault! If you’d just stayed out of it—” “Stayed out of it?” Kael interrupted, his voice rising. “They were going to take Evangeline! Or did you miss that part?” Evangeline glared at him, her hands clenched into fists. “You’ve ruined everything! Do you think you’re some kind of hero? All you’ve done is put us in even more danger.” Kael’s patience snapped. “Maybe if someone in this house stood up for themselves, I wouldn’t have had to step in.” “How dare you!” Margaret shouted. “You’re nothing but trouble. We should never have let you into this family.” “That’s enough!” Mr. Holsten’s voice cut through the chaos. He looked at everyone in the room, his expression stern. “Kael did what he thought was right, and I won’t have anyone blaming him for protecting this family.” Evangeline threw her hands in the air. “Protecting us? He’s painted a target on all of our backs!” Kael shook his head, his jaw tightening.
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The tear widened.Not like paper. Not like sky.It screamed open, as if reality itself had reached its breaking point and could no longer hold its seams together. The margins howled with it—bleeding chronology, bleeding memory.And from that wound came everything the world had once forgotten.Whole timelines—long buried, discarded, pruned from the Tree of Plot—came crashing through like collapsing wavefronts. The bleeding margins quaked, and Subtext warped like a glitching dream.One by one, the alternate realities fell into the world like glass shattering in reverse.A kingdom appeared on a hill that hadn’t existed a second before.An entire species blinked into life—then burned into ash.A river rewound into a volcano, erupting upward from the soil like it was angry to have ever cooled.A child, playing with chalk on a cobblestone path, blinked—then became an old man, screaming, weeping, grasping at memories of parents who had never existed.“This is wrong!” Selene cried. “It’s rewr
Chapter 254
It stood between realities like an ink blot defying grammar.The figure—Draft Zero—wasn’t a man, or a monster.It was the part of a story you were never meant to see.The discarded voice.The original fracture.The wrong sentence, left unspoken for so long it became its own echo.Kael felt its presence like a splinter in his thoughts. Something ancient and misremembered, a half-erased whisper at the foundation of his being.“Who are you?” he asked.But even as the words left his lips, part of him knew.The figure straightened, parchment skin fluttering in nonexistent wind. It had no eyes, no face—only a blankness wrapped in folds of obsolete narrative.“I am what came before, Kael,” it whispered. “Before the first story. Before the first quill. Before the Library carved truth into shelves.”Its voice didn’t travel through sound—it pressed directly into the mind, like a childhood memory reemerging with the wrong details. It turned toward the others—Selene, Pamela, Elias, Riva—and with
Chapter 253
The door opened like a wound.It didn’t swing outward or inward—it simply peeled, like memory detaching from bone, like a truth slowly being admitted. As it parted, light spilled from within—not radiant, but revealing, the kind of light that doesn’t illuminate the world so much as strip it down to the shape of its making.Pamela was the first to move.Despite the warnings in her bones, despite the twitching of glyphs along the corridor walls as if trying to signal “do not enter,” she crossed the threshold with the cautious resolve of a historian walking into a page that should never have existed.Beyond the door was no room, no chamber, no vault.It was a loop.A recursive sphere of memory, repeating endlessly in all directions like an echo locked in glass. In the center of it—curled, flickering, radiant and trembling—was Kael, or rather, the moment Kael first knew himself.⸻It was not a moment of joy. Not triumph. Not even clarity.It was terror.There, at the primal origin of his s
Chapter 252
It began with glyphs.Symbols not etched, but remembered—carved not into stone or bark, but into the soft pliable clay of the world’s forgotten thoughts. They pulsed in the margins like veins beneath a translucent skin, glowing faintly with an inner phosphorescence, casting long shadows that shouldn’t have been possible in a world that had no consistent light source anymore.Elias crouched low near the base of a hill where language itself seemed to weep. His fingers traced the symbols reverently, his brow damp with sweat. He wasn’t deciphering language so much as listening to the sediment of meaning. This wasn’t text—it was subtext. A code carved into silence. A whisper woven beneath the page.“They’re instructions,” he murmured finally, eyes widening. “Or… a confession.”Selene knelt beside him, her own breath shallow. “What do they say?”Elias blinked slowly, as if the words ached to be spoken aloud.“The fusion didn’t end the recursion. It started a descent. There’s another layer…
Chapter 251
The margins bled. They always had—but now the bleeding was slow, syrupy, unnervingly rhythmic. As though the world had found a heartbeat again, and that heartbeat pulsed through torn sentences and decaying metaphors. The stitched edges of reality no longer held neatly; instead, they frayed like threads at the cuff of a forgotten draft. The world wasn’t dying. It was… reconsidering itself.And in the center of that strange, shifting non-place walked Kael.Not the god. Not the mortal. Not the child nor the memory. But the fusion.Gold and grey spiraled in his irises like opposing galaxies caught in collision. His skin shimmered like something written and erased and rewritten. Where he walked, words bent around him—trees leaned to avoid narrative alignment, clouds hovered low as if eavesdropping on a story they couldn’t quite grasp.And he was silent.Not just silent in sound, but in presence. Where Kael walked, conversation fled. Wind forgot to howl. Footsteps muffled themselves. Selene
Chapter 250
The sky was ink.No longer a canvas or a dome, no longer even a concept of weather—the sky above the burning margins bled words. Letters tumbled like ash, catching fire midair, sentences dissolving before they were read. Somewhere, a clock tower chimed without gears. Somewhere else, an ocean recited poetry backwards into salt.In the center of this madness stood Selene, surrounded by the fraying edges of the world. The ritual circle had been drawn in molten ink, each glyph traced from memory, not instruction. The old magic—if it could even be called that—was never meant to fuse two selves from separate narrative threads. But then again, the world was never meant to survive Kael’s story.Selene’s hands were burned black with metaphor.In one, she held the broken quill—Kael’s, the one that ended the war, the one that sealed the Library. It still trembled with the memory of finality.In the other, she held the bleeding pen—Kael-0’s, or perhaps a relic from the first word ever written in
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