Chapter 354 – Echoes of the Past
The waves of change were not only limited inside The Asterion’s bloodline. It went far beyond and touched, inside the sa Asterion City, a family that had risen far away in the distant past thanks to the aid of one man.
None rembered correctly the na, except the Heir of the FireBorn himself, who was the only one to rember the na Protheus.
But not for long, as Kenan could feel his mind lagging. Soon, the mories of that na would be veiled by a mysterious power that he didn’t have the ability to pierce.
The man himself was inside his training ground, sitting cross-legged on the yellow flaming floor.
It was not only the floor, but the whole space — from the walls, to the ceiling, to the floor, to the very air itself — was covered in erratic yellow fire that could burst at any mont.
The heat was staggering, enough to cause a smouldering ruin in a small village, yet Kenan didn’t seem to suffer much. His face was quiet and focused, with not a bead of sweat trickling down his face.
Since his eting with Lady Green and his sudden discovery of the na Protheus, there was sothing stabbing in the back of his head.
It was like an itch that he needed to scratch, but one he had no idea how to actually do.
It was frustrating, but by now, Kenan had learned the virtue of patience. The world had been slamming down at him on all sides, making him always face a situation where he must exert perseverance and patience to prevail.
Now, he was used to it. Still, that didn’t an he liked it.
But all of these thoughts beca aningless when suddenly, fragnts of mories began to pour down inside his mind in cascade.
Kenan groaned in discomfort, closing his eyes sharply and grabbing his own head between his hands, as if the piercing pain would disappear with that.
He unconsciously changed position and lowered his head close to the floor carpeted in fire.
The growl of pain didn’t stop.
That situation lasted for over a minute, before finally Kenan saw the visage of a woman — with orange hair and black dancing flaming eyes — kneeling in front of a portrait hanging on the wall of a luxurious room.
The portrait showed a man with crimson-gold flas licking his face, leaving only his srizing blood-red eyes for the world to see.
At the far end of the picture was written a na: Protheus — The Hero.
Kenan’s heart was hit briskly by an intense feeling of love and worship for the man. Instinctively, he knew that these were not his feelings, but instead the feelings of...
’I am Estelle Protheus FireBorn, Founding Mother of the FireBorn lineage,’ the woman spoke, her voice reaching Kenan easily, still kneeling before the portrait in devotion, ’I am the first follower of Lord Protheus, and the one who bears a wisp of his fire.’
Kenan’s heart was being overwheld by the feelings of his ancestor. He gritted his teeth, trying to stay conscious and not lose himself.
’Kenan FireBorn, you have been chosen as the inheritor of the Black Phoenix, Noir.’
Finally Estelle stood up and turned her head, fixing her eyes on Kenan.
She was beyond beautiful.
’Take the fire, go towards my resting place, and bring back from the hold of The Tree.’
At that instant, black fire began to shroud the whole body of Kenan.
’I cannot die nor rest yet. For I have not shown the world the glory of Lord Protheus. The descendants of Vert Protheus shall help you. She will rember.’
Estelle smiled with obsessive faith,
’She will rember our last oath.’
The mories disappeared at once, and Kenan fell on the ground as both the inside and outside of his body were being burned and purified by the Black Phoenix Fire.
anwhile, information about the resting place of his ancestor appeared inside his mind.
At that instant...
{Congratulations, Kenan FireBorn. You have received Noir’s acknowledgent.}
{You have inherited the Black Phoenix.}
{You have received a new title: Echo of Ashes.}
Kenan lost consciousness imdiately after, his last thought being about the absurdity of the whole situation.
Just like that, Kenan obtained a mythic beast as a familiar.
’Hm, I feel my sister’s fire close!’ Noir, little brother of Blanche, thought after being aware once more.
He could feel his sister. And he could feel the fire of devotion that ca with Estelle’s feelings burning for sothing close to his sister.
And his past master only devoted herself to one being.
"Pro—!"
Noir suddenly paused, tilted his head,
"What was I going to say?"
...
If Estelle Protheus FireBorn had the decency to not take over the body of her own descendant despite having the power to do so, there was one who didn’t shy away from that.
Deep inside The Elven Kingdom, Luelle watched with fear dancing inside her green eyes the being standing in front of her.
Like always, she was naked, her between-legs dripping with slick white substance.
The room was soaked with the sll of sex and depravity.
Luelle had been living her usual life with Nuke Cerveau, doing nothing but sex. That day, too, was the sa. But in the middle of it, everything changed.
Nuke suddenly lost consciousness only to wake up completely differently.
For once, the way he looked at Luelle like a worthless filth was a drastic change.
"N-Nuke?" Luelle stuttered softly, trying to ask if the man in front of her was indeed her one and only partner.
Nuke didn’t answer. Instead, he looked at his body as if it was the first ti, examining everything. Doing it for almost a minute, he finally settled his blue eyes on Luelle.
The elven princess almost cried in dread seeing the emptiness of the eyes.
"Nuke," Nuke said, tasting the na, voice flat, "so that’s the na." He murmured.
He approached Luelle slowly and softly, mounting the bed like a predator, making the latter tremble in fear.
"What’s your na?" Nuke — or rather Neila Cerveau — asked to Luelle.
By this ti, Luelle knew that her Nuke was no more. But she also knew better than to disobey this being who made her tremble only with her eyes.
"L-Luelle." She stuttered.
"Tell , Luelle," Neila whispered, trailing down her hand on the naked body of Luelle. Her hand slid around Luelle’s breast, then she grabbed it viciously, earning her a sharp yelp of pain from Luelle.
She smiled cruelly,
"My mories are fuzzy because of the forceful takeover. Do you know where I can find The Warborn family?" She demanded.
Despite the burning pain, Luelle found herself unable to control her excitent from being treated like nothing.
Like a toy.
So, smiling with lust, fear and the craving of sothing forbidden and twisted, "Yes I know, my..."
She stopped, clearly fishing for the na of the being in front of her.
Neila smiled while pinching the nipple of Luelle extrely hard. At the sa ti, she took the small runic communication tool beside her and inserted it directly inside the wet cave of Luelle.
The elven princess hung back her head with both pain and pleasure, moaning with twisted desire, as she heard the answer of Neila,
"Call mistress." She ordered, "now answer my question, whore."
With tears falling down her face, Luelle grinned, ’Ah, I like this version even more. So cruel, so empty. I will fill you with everything of , mistress. I will let you devour !’
With her mouth drooling and her eyes white from too much pleasure,
"T-There is one, Daela Warborn, who will eventually co back here, because of how Fokay and Darklore work." She answered.
Neila smiled, "Oh really? What about a certain Kaden Warborn?"
"Yes, mistress!" Luelle answered, "I will never lie to you. And Kaden Warborn is the younger brother of Daela, from what Nuke told ."
Neila’s empty smile widened,
"How perfect."
She yanked Luelle across the bed, turning her so that her ass would face her,
"How utterly perfect."
She thrust inside rcilessly. Her goal being only to hurt and not to pleasure herself nor Luelle.
Yet the elven princess found pleasure in the act, and she begged for more.
So Neila gave her more pain.
Two broken minds had t.
Two empty hearts had t.
One could only survive by filling her body with pain so that she could ignore the void eating her from inside.
The other only by inflicting pain to others so they could understand her suffering.
And so...
It began.
—End of Chapter 354—
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