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Beneath the castle, far from the warmth of sun or flame, the underground prison festered in silence.

Its walls wept with damp, its floors layered in grime—filth untouched by time or mercy.

This was no mere cell. It was a dungeon carved to erase the forgotten.

Lysandrel Vaern

The chains bit into my wrists—rusted iron soaked in old blood.

Drip

Lysandrel Vaern

My blood, mixing with the filth on the floor, formed a small, pulsing puddle.

Lysandrel Vaern

Lysandrel Vaern

The torchlight flickered. I heard laughter outside.

guards

Heh. Still alive. Thought he'd croak by now

guards

(mocking) That freak's too stubborn to die. Maybe we should cut off a few more fingers. Y’know—for prayer.

guards

(spits) Let the priestess handle him. She loves breaking her toys slow.

[Lysandrel’s Mind – Rage Under the Skin]

Lysandrel Vaern

Laugh, pigs. Laugh while you can. I remember your faces. Every. Single. One.

Lysandrel Vaern

Your boots crushed my back. Your blades peeled my skin. And you laughed when I screamed like an animal.

Lysandrel Vaern

You’ll scream too… I’ll make sure of it.

[The Trial] [Lysandrel Vaern memories]

Marble pillars towered around him, forming a grand corridor that now felt like a path to execution. He was dragged in chains, no better than a stray mutt.

His robes—once white—were torn, bloodied, soiled with spit and filth.

The nobles turned away, their noses wrinkled in disgust.

The common folk lined the path, hurling stones, rotten fruit, and curses as if he were no more than sin made flesh.

On the dais stood two monsters.

Queen Valessia Draymore

(venomously sweet) Behold, the traitor who dared defile our sacred order.

Seraphyne Elvarest

(serene, cruel) Lysandrel Vaern. Arch-Healer no more. Just another corpse waiting to be purified.

Seraphyne Elvarest

Lysandrel Vaern

(Lysandrel mind) Her voice… like silk over steel.

Lysandrel Vaern

(Lysandrel mind) She smiled as she sealed my death.

[Lysandrel – Silent Scream]

Lysandrel Vaern

You sanctimonious bitch. I saved your soldiers with blood-magic you begged me to use—then you spat on me for it.

Lysandrel Vaern

You branded me a heretic because I wouldn’t spread my legs for your “holy rituals.”

Lysandrel Vaern

You stripped my dignity. Now you want my soul?

[The Altar of Execution]

Lysandrel was laid bare. Flesh trembled against the cold obsidian stone. The cathedral echoed with hymns—but they sounded like screams. The "sacred sword" gleamed above, trembling in Seraphyne’s hand.

Seraphyne Elvarest

(whispering above me) You’ll thank me in the afterlife, my little lamb. True healing… begins with death.

Seraphyne Elvarest

Lysandrel Vaern

(Lysandrel murmured) Monster. Witch. Sadist. Her blade came down like a god’s judgment.

Queen Valessia Draymore

(cold and regal) Lysandrel Vaern, you have defiled the light

Seraphyne Elvarest

(calm but soulless) Your sentence is death by sacred blade. May your soul burn in absolution… or vanish in damnation.

[Inner Monologue – Raging Hatred]

Lysandrel Vaern

Absolution? You made me heal 300 soldiers a day—whipped me when I collapsed, pissed on my wounds, laughed as they carved symbols into my skin!

Lysandrel Vaern

Your absolution is a lie. I’ll vomit it back into your pretty little face.

Lysandrel Vaern

They tied me to a cold stone altar, naked, bruised, barely breathing. The crowd cheered like savages, throwing filth at me.

Lysandrel Vaern

This wasn’t justice.

This was theater.

I was the scapegoat they needed.

Above him, Seraphyne’s holy sword glowed with divine light. Choirs sang in twisted harmony.

A lullaby for a slaughter.

[Final Thought – Before Death]

Lysandrel Vaern

Let it end. Let it burn. Let me rise… and bury this world in screams

[ The Forbidden Awakening]

Blood spilled. The altar cracked. Something ancient stirred beneath.

Thump… thump… A heartbeat. Not Lysandrel. Not human.

The floor shattered. A red light engulfed him—devouring his soul, stitching it to another. A black book rose from the void.

Codex Sanguis. Bound in flesh. Written in forbidden tongues. It whispered with power… and hatred.

[Voice from the Dark]

？？？

You’ve suffered. You were their lamb. Now… become their wolf.

？？？

So fragile... how easily the world forgets its sins.

A voice echoes from the abyss, neither kind nor cruel.

？？？

You were never meant to fade. Not like this.

The silence thickens — then, a whisper like a blade drawn in the dark:

？？？

Let go. Let it drown. What rises next is no longer you.

[Crypt of the Undead]

Lysandrel opened his eyes in a crypt far below the earth. Crimson crystals pulsed around him. Undead figures stood in a circle—waiting, breathing death.

One undead woman knelt before him, half her face decayed.