The Deal Remains
In the center of the empty yard stood a figure shrouded in crimson, holding a key that gleamed against the pale light. A mannequin draped in torn lace stood motionless off to the side — a mere bystander, Aira thought, though its hollow gaze seemed to follow her as she moved in closer.
“Late, as usual,” rasped the Keeper, not bothering to meet her eyes. Instead, his talon-like finger lazily twirled the key before slipping it into his pocket. “But a deal’s a deal, and you are the last.”
Aira kept her voice steady. “I don’t answer to you, Keeper. Give me what’s mine or release the tide.”
He chuckled darkly, a sound that echoed like broken glass in the emptiness of the yard. “Oh, but isn’t that the fun part, my dear? The tide, as you call it, is already here.” The Keeper’s red cloak fluttered violently, though no wind ruffled the nearby trees. “You have until the last lock is undone.”
Her pulse quickened. Aira knew what was at stake. The city behind her, the dome of glass and steel that had survived countless deaths and rebirths, would crumble if the final lock remained sealed. And the Keeper? He thrived on their ruin. She had no time for his games.
Shadows in the Flame
“I’ll take my key now,” she hissed, finally drawing closer, boots grinding against the soaked gravel.
“Of course,” he purred, his robed hand extending toward her. “But at what cost, demoness? Surely you’ve learned that nothing here is free — even for one in your…position.”
Aira bared her teeth, catching her reflection in his mocking grin. Even before her transformation, back when she’d been mortal, she had dealt in shadows. Now, with her devilish visage and her unnatural armor, she was feared. But fear came with a burden. And tonight, she carried the weight of the world on her shoulders.
“At whatever the cost,” she answered, her words sharp, biting.
In swift movement, Aira seized the key from his hand and turned. The ground beneath her rumbled, splitting as an inky void swelled from the cracks. From it rose creatures slithering and twitching — beings made of nightmares that belonged to the same dark corners she once dwelled in herself.
“There’s only one left,” she whispered, clutching the key tighter. The last lock. The final seal. There was no more time for fear. She sprinted toward the central tower, wind whistling past her horns, her mantle flowing wildly behind her. The end was close.
As the obsidian doors of the ancient tower loomed in front of her, she reached out with the key to unlock the final gate between survival and oblivion. Shadows around her swirled, but Aira didn’t flinch. The last lock clicked, and the world held its breath.
End
For a single moment, the night went silent. Then the void’s creatures screamed, pulled back into the darkness as the lock fell away. The city was saved, for now. But with every victory, new battles waited on the horizon. Aira expelled a deep breath, her horns lowering as she turned for home, knowing that the peace was as fleeting as the waxing moon above her.
Disclaimer: This article may contain affiliate links. If you click on these links and make a purchase, we may receive a commission at no additional cost to you. Our recommendations and reviews are always independent and objective, aiming to provide you with the best information and resources.
Get Exclusive Stories, Photos, Art & Offers - Subscribe Today!
Post Comment