🔁 Previously…
Lynx descended into Thornehold's slums to confront Rika, the half-beast assassin who once nearly ended his life.
Their reunion was violent. Passionate. Sacred.
Through dominance, pain, and lust, Lynx performed the Second Ritual and bound Rika to Nyxfang.
Now she follows him—not as prey, but as a predator with shared purpose.
But their journey continues.
Kaethe speaks of the third—The Seer, a blind oracle who dreams in fire and bleeds prophecy.
To claim her, Lynx must enter a temple built on ash…
…and face what the Seer already knows.
🔥 City of Ash
They left Thornehold under cover of mist, following a trail Kaethe described as "marked in soul flame."
Lynx and Rika rode alone—Kaethe had vanished again, whispering through the sword but remaining unseen. She often did that. The priestess, unlike Rika, obeyed laws written in prophecy.
Rika didn't.
"I hate oracles," she muttered, chewing dried meat as they rode.
"You hate everyone," Lynx said.
"Only the ones who smile before stabbing."
"…Then why are you here?"
She looked over at him, eyes gleaming. "Because you scare me more than she does."
He smirked beneath the mask.
By dusk, they reached the edge of the Ashen Vale — a forest of petrified trees and black snow. Nothing lived here. Not birds. Not beasts. Only the wind, whistling through dead branches like a funeral dirge.
In the center stood the temple — a tower twisted in shape, scorched by flame but untouched by time.
Lynx dismounted. Nyxfang throbbed like a heartbeat.
:: The Third is near. ::
🔮 The Seer
The temple smelled of smoke and cinnamon.
Lynx entered alone.
Rika stayed behind, arms crossed, muttering something about "spirit women" and "bullshit visions."
Inside, fire danced across stone braziers, burning with no fuel. At the center, sitting cross-legged on a stone platform, was her.
She was younger than he expected—barely older than twenty, skin the color of burnished copper. Her eyes were clouded white, veiled by golden chains and beads. Her robes were torn, revealing tattoos of flame across her ribs and thighs. Her hair was fire-red, braided with ash.
She spoke without turning.
"You wear a mask to hide a face the world no longer deserves."
Her voice was soft, but it carried power. Like embers whispering before they roar.
"Lynx," she added. "Sovereign. Monster. Lover."
He stepped forward. "You've Seen it?"
"I've Felt it. Since you drew Nyxfang, I have burned every night."
He stopped at the edge of the stone dais.
"Then you know why I'm here."
She nodded slowly. "To take me."
🔥 The Third Ritual — Dreamfire
Lynx removed his cloak. The heat inside the temple grew unbearable. The Seer did not move, but her breathing quickened.
"You must bind me through flame. Touch me, and you'll See. All of it."
He stepped into the ritual circle.
The fire rose.
He knelt before her. She reached out blindly, fingers tracing his mask, then his chest. Every touch burned. Not with pain—but with memory. With futures.
He saw flashes:
Himself standing atop a black throne, women kneeling, the world on fire.
Kaethe screaming in chains.
Rika baring her fangs at a shadow not yet born.
A woman with silver wings and no heart.
The Seer gasped as he entered her.
Their bodies met slowly, but the magic hit like a tidal wave. Visions surged with each thrust—prophecies etched into flesh, into bone. Her cries weren't just pleasure—they were warnings.
"You will break the world," she whispered.
"You will remake it through desire and steel."
The fire consumed them both.
When they climaxed, the flames snuffed out.
Darkness.
Silence.
Then… breath.
She curled into his arms, trembling. Her sightless eyes now faintly glowed with amber light.
"We are bound," she whispered. "But not forever."
Lynx stroked her hair.
"Who's next?"
She answered without hesitation.
"The fourth does not want you. She hates you. And you will love her for it."
💔 Aftermath
Rika waited outside, perched on a fallen statue.
"Did she melt your brain?" she asked as he exited.
"Nearly."
The Seer emerged moments later, robe rewrapped, but fire still dancing in her eyes. She didn't speak to Rika. Only nodded.
Now three women stood behind Lynx.
And Nyxfang pulsed louder than ever.
🔮 Next Chapter — "The Blade-Breaker's Daughter"
She's royalty.
She's wrath.
And she remembers what Lynx did before he died.
To claim her, he'll have to survive her judgment.
But some queens don't kneel.
They demand you earn it.
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