𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞: 𝐑𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧
"Monsters aren’t born; they’re forged in silence.
Carved by cruelty and finished by the hands that taught them how to bleed."
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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞: 𝐑𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧
"Monsters aren’t born; they’re forged in silence.
Carved by cruelty and finished by the hands that taught them how to bleed."
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palpable on my tongue. I heaved my body off the bed, rune marks glowed on my skin. Aether rippled through the room, tearing it apart inch by inch. The surge of power bloomed.
She wasn’t my sacrifice, she was the price of power.
on the photo in the frame. It wasn’t my bedroom. The woman stared at me through the frame, and smiled—a bone chilling grin.
“𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘦?”
Her voice echoed in her bedroom, rattling the walls. Her fury and wrath were -