CHAPTER FIVE
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(..A Kiss…To...Hell..)
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THE SHATTERING
EARTH — WILLIAM’S APARTMENT, JUST AFTER MIDNIGHT
William sat on the floor, back against the wall, gun still in his lap.
He hadn’t moved.
The window was intact now. No smoke. No fire. No trace of the demon prince who had melted into the night—except the way the air still hummed like aftershock and ozone.
You’re not human.
Those words echoed. Over and over. Rattling in his skull like marbles in a jar already cracked.
His phone buzzed.
UNKNOWN NUMBER
“You’re awake. Good.”
He dropped the phone like it burned. It did burn—just for a second, like it had sipped from Hell itself.
William staggered to his feet. Stumbled to the bathroom. Splashed cold water on his face.
But when he looked in the mirror—
His eyes flashed gold.
Just for a moment. Barely. But they did.
He stared at himself, pulse pounding. The face staring back looked the same. Pale. Shaken. Human.
But it wasn’t. Not anymore.
Because when Est touched him—when their skin connected—he saw. Not just images. Not just fragments. He remembered.
Not this life. Not Los Angeles.
Another life.
A throne room carved from bone and obsidian.
A body writhing in light, bound in chains of fire.
A kiss shared with a monster cloaked in shadow and crowned in sorrow.
And the name that rose from his throat then, unbidden, unwanted—
“…Estanoviel.”
The faucet shattered.
Water sprayed everywhere.
William backed away, trembling. This wasn’t fear anymore. This was recognition.
Something ancient inside him was waking up. Stretching. Craving.
And it wasn’t alone.
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EARTH — DREAMSPACE, THE RUINS OF YESTERLIFE
That night, William dreamed.
He stood barefoot in a field of ash, the sky bruised violet and gold. Stars hung low and wept light. A cathedral of smoke rose in the distance—crumbling, pulsing with memory.
He walked.
Doors opened.
Inside: whispers. Wings. Blood on marble. A vow made in a forgotten tongue.
And at the altar stood Est. Not in a suit. Not bound by Earth. But crowned in flame, cloaked in night, waiting.
“You said you'd never leave,” Est whispered.
William stepped closer.
“You promised me your kiss would damn us both.”
Their hands met. Burned.
“So why did you forget me?”
William awoke screaming.
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