**⚠️ CONTENT WARNING: This chapter contains extreme depictions of graphic sexual violence, physical abuse, psychological torment, and beastly violation. Reader discretion is strongly advised. For support resources, please visit [trigger warning links].**
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The moon cast a dim light over bare trees, covering the forest floor in a silvery ash. Zynia ran, her breath ragged, each heartbeat echoing with two distinct rhythms—her own and that of something lurking within her.
*Run faster. Let them taste the fear they crave.*
Branches scratched at her arms. Behind her, the metallic clamor of holy knights echoed, their chants igniting the night like blessed weapons.
Zynia stumbled and fell into a muddy puddle. The reflection staring back at her wasn't her own; it had golden slit-like eyes and sharp jaws. The forest fell silent as a second consciousness emerged, speaking to her.
*Why are you running? They desire monsters. Become one.*
*"I'm not you,"* Zynia hissed, her voice trembling—doubt flickered within her: *What if I am?*
*Then you're prey. Prey only screams.*
Suddenly, the air split as a white fire arrow struck a tree nearby. The light burned fiercely—not as mercy, but as extermination.
Her muscles spasmed. The beast within her laughed: *They bless our hunt.*
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Zynia awoke shivering among broken statues in a dry riverbed, her body aching and her spirit fractured. Before her knelt a gray silk-clad priestess, her blind eyes glowing with moonlight.
*"Child of ruin... do you remember your name?"*
Zynia's lips quivered: *"Zynia."* The name felt fragile, as if it might slip away.
The priestess listened to unseen chimes: *"Your soul is torn. One voice weeps, another laughs. Divine trauma—from those deemed pure."* She extended her hand: *"Come closer."*
Zynia complied. A chill from the priestess's touch spread like holy fire. The beast within her snarled:
*She knows too much. End her.*
The priestess flinched: "It speaks already. Most hosts perish after the first utterance."
"Can it be silenced?" Zynia asked, her voice small and hopeful.
"No. But it can be bound. The real danger isn't hunger—it's the belief that you're separate. That illusion shatters quicker than blessed blades."
Her blind gaze shifted toward the forest: *"The hunt pauses. When they find you, choose your voice."*
Zynia stumbled away, the priestess's words lingering as a distant hope she couldn't yet grasp.
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In another place, an iron dawn broke—blood-tied paths converging, siblings unaware of each other.
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**KAIN - Dominion Academy**
The marble steps mocked weakness. Rust dripped from the gargoyles. "Half of you won't survive the term," the professors smiled.
The mirror-eyed headmaster posed a question: "Will you serve knowledge or rule it?"
Kain's jaw tightened: "Whatever keeps me alive." He was defiant, though fear flickered in his eyes.
That night, in the faculty tower, whispers seeped through the keyhole: the headmaster was bargaining with screams. Kain interrupted.
The headmaster emerged, wearing a too-kind smile: "I heard nothing."
Kain smirked: "I hear everything."
A pact was sealed—but at a cost.
He was dragged into a chamber that reeked of sulfur. Stripped bare, he was forced to his knees.
"Silence demands tribute." He was thrust into a brutal rhythm, choking as magic tendrils lashed back, drawing blood. Bent over the altar, he endured savage violation—skin tearing, cries muffled.
Kain persisted, his body broken, his mind screaming: "Why does power always taste like this?"The pact etched shame and secrecy into his soul.
"Good boy," the headmaster whispered, leaving Kain curled up, sobbing silently.
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**ISODOLE - Kharne Academy of Beasts**
Caged predators waited beneath the arena. Isodole refused to pair with any beast and opened every cage. The blood-dusted courtyard was untouched, even as the beasts bowed before her.
Her rival's creature knelt at her feet, igniting a spark of hatred.
During the evening's "initiation," she was chained to a post, her clothes ripped away, surrounded by wolves.
Her rival orchestrated the scene: the beasts mounted her one by one, their feral violation mixing with howls and suppressed gasps. Instructors laughed, forcing her to service them while blood and seed coated her thighs.
Isodole's rage sharpened: "They think I'm broken." The beasts were bound by shared defilement, loyalty born from violation.
Later, alone, she whispered to the wolf licking her wounds: "We'll make them kneel too." A single tear fell.
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**VESPERA - Temple of Fallen God**
Dead languages were tested; failure meant entombment in scripture. Vespera listened to the whispers of the bone walls. An exam sabotage summoned shadows that devoured half her class.
"Unfortunate learning," the faculty remarked. Vespera turned to the bones: "Revelation."
In the undercrypts, during a "purification ceremony," she was bound to a bone altar, her limbs spread wide. Priests chanted as they plunged staff into flesh, carving acid-burning sigils. Shadows joined in, tendrils stretching and tearing, holy oils searing her insides.
Vespera broke: "Bones remember this too." Bruises and brands pulsed painfully. "Survival means embracing pain."
Freed, she touched the pulsing sigil and whispered: "What secrets did you buy with my blood?" Her eyes hardened, hope flickering: "Power comes from pain."
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**LYRIC - Chronal Maze Academy**
Classrooms spanned different centuries. One morning, Lyric found herself decades older, silver hair framing her face, yet her memories remained unchanged.
"You survived the syllabus," the teachers congratulated her.
The "eternal trial" awaited—the chronal wheel. She was violated across timelines, shifting artifacts tearing at her, her mouth filled repeatedly, past and future merging.
Lyric fractured: "Which version of me screams?" Scars marked unborn eras.
Freed from the wheel, she stared at her aged hands: "How many times...?" Her voice broke. The timeline begged for an end—only deeper despair remained.
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**SABLON - Illusion Marsh Academy**
Nightly specters roamed among the students. Sablon commanded them as spies, exposing a teacher's deception—an apparition screamed his name.
In the illusion chambers, spectral ravishment occurred. Ghosts were possessed, engaging in ethereal penetrations, while faculty joined in. Blood trickled as ectoplasm flooded the space.
Sablon whispered to the ghosts: "You understand now." They were bound by degradation.
Alone, the ghosts swirled protectively around him: "Never again," he vowed, his voice trembling. It was his first real alliance.
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**TWILIGHT—ALL SIX FELT IT**:
A strange pulse beneath their skin—a deliberate resonance.
Zynia reached the decaying monastery, the bells of her pursuers clanging behind her.
Mosaics shifted, depicting saints and executioners. The beast within her coiled warmly:
"They are never holy. They envy us."
Zynia knelt: "Do you want control?"
"Stop pretending."
A vision unfolded: knights burning villages, priests caging innocents, scholars dissecting sin. The beast's laughter merged with her own.
As dawn broke through the stained glass, Zynia stepped out, transformed, not quite human.
**THE SAME DAWN—NIGHTMARES SHOOK ALL SIX**.
An impossible light blazed:
**[SYSTEM ALERT 001]: MISSION ACTIVATED**
**• Hunt of the Beast**
SHARED GOAL: Survive. Unite. End the Deceit of Light
**• FAILURE: Erasure**
**• [UNIQUE BINDING]: Blood recognizes blood**
A message scorched the air, then disappeared, frosty sigils remained.
**REACTIONS ALIGNED**:
Kain grinned through the pain: "It speaks to all of us..."Did he sense his siblings?
Vespera to her bones: "Sister lives."She knew somehow.
Isodole released the creature: "She's calling."The beasts sensed it too.
Lyric examined aged hands: "Which timeline warns...?"Did he feel the timelines of others?
Sablon's ghosts echoed: "Blood remembers."Did he see phantom siblings?
Zynia froze—her pulse responded: Siblings?
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**FOREST—KNIGHTS DISCOVERED RUINS**.
Claw marks pointed south.
"An abomination has grown," the captain stated.
"Will light claim her soul?"
The captain touched the sigil: "Burn the vessel."
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**ZYNI A AT THE RIVER**—
her reflection smiled genuinely. "Do we understand each other?"
"No, little one. This has just begun."
She turned towards the black spires—sibling academies. Steaming footprints. The wind carried: incense, fear, blood-destiny.
**THE SYSTEM PULSED** (unseen):
**[SYNCHRONIZATION PHASE 1: COMPLETE]**
**[THE HUNT BEGINS]**
**[BLOOD CALLS TO BLOOD]**
"The forest sighed. Distant bells shattered the purity".
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ZYNI A SMILED—"the world stirred awake".
BUT THE PULSE WHISPERED: "They're waiting. Broken like you. Find them before the knights do."
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(SIX FRACTURED SOULS—ONE HUNT. Who finds Zynia first? What does "Blood Calls to Blood" mean? Are the knights hunting ALL siblings now? YOUR THEORIES BELOW. Chapter 16: First convergence or first betrayal?)🖤
**COLLECT NOW**—The System binds tighter next chapter!**