WHAT LIVES BENEATH THE VEIL
Book One: The Unblooded Lamb
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CONTENT WARNING: This series contains explicit sexual violence, human sacrifice, psychological torture, murder of innocent characters (including children and family members), ritualistic killing, and extreme horror. No character is safe. Read at your own risk.
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Chapter Forty-Nine: The Hunters Become the Hunted
Year 12 – Eighty-One Months After the First Sacrifice
The castle had grown colder.
Not the cold of winter—that would have been understandable. A different cold. A cold that came from inside. From the stones themselves. From the shadows in the corners. From the silence that fell whenever Princess Liora entered a room.
The servants had stopped speaking to each other.
Not because they had nothing to say. Because they were afraid. Afraid that their words would be overheard. Afraid that their fears would be reported. Afraid that they would be next.
The guards had stopped patrolling the east wing.
Not officially—the schedules still showed the east wing as part of their route. But they found excuses. A loose stone here. A broken strap there. Anything to avoid walking past the old cellar.
The nobles had stopped visiting entirely.
They sent letters instead. Excuses. Apologies. Promises to come next season.
No one believed them.
No one blamed them.
Everyone wanted to be as far from the castle as possible.
And in the center of it all—smiling, eating, praying—was Princess Liora.
She had become something more than a person now.
She was a goddess.
Not yet—the old texts promised true godhood at one hundred sacrifices. But she was on her way. The fortieth sacrifice had changed her. Made her more than human. Made her something that the world had never seen before.
Her skin was pale as moonlight.
Her hair was black as the void between stars.
Her eyes were dark as shadow.
She was beautiful.
Irresistible.
Deadly.
And she was hungry.
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Darian – The Plan
Darian sat in the library with Finn, staring at the pouch.
The witch's poison.
Their only hope.
"How do we give it to her?" Finn asked.
"I don't know."
"We can't just put it in her food. She'll taste it."
"I know."
"We can't put it in her drink. She'll see it."
"I know."
"Then how?"
Darian thought.
"We put it in something she can't resist."
"Like what?"
"Like... herself."
Finn frowned.
"What do you mean?"
"We put it on something she'll touch. Something she'll put near her face. Something she won't question."
"Like her mirror?"
Darian's eyes widened.
"Yes. Her mirror. She looks at it every morning. She touches it. She breathes on it."
"But how do we get into her chamber?"
"I don't know. But we have to try."
They sat in silence.
Two boys.
One desperate plan.
And a monster who was always watching.
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Liora – The Awareness
Liora knew.
The whispers had told her.
Darian has a plan, they said. He wants to put the poison on your mirror. He wants to make you vulnerable. He wants to kill you.
He is desperate.
He is foolish.
He is nothing.
She smiled.
Let him try, she thought.
Let him sneak into my chamber.
Let him touch my mirror.
Let him think he has a chance.
I will be waiting.
I will always be waiting.
She closed her book.
She looked at her reflection.
The girl in the mirror was gone.
Something else was looking back.
Something ancient.
Something hungry.
Tonight, she thought.
Tonight, I will end this.
Tonight, Darian dies.
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The Chamber – Night
Darian crept through the corridors.
The castle was dark. Quiet. The guards were at their posts, but they were sleepy, inattentive. He slipped past them easily.
He reached Liora's chamber.
The door was closed.
He pressed his ear against it.
Silence.
He opened the door.
The room was empty.
He stepped inside.
The mirror was on the dressing table, gleaming in the moonlight.
He took out the pouch.
He opened it.
He poured the powder onto the mirror.
His hands were shaking.
Hurry, he thought. Before she comes back.
He spread the powder across the surface.
It was invisible now.
Perfect.
He turned to leave.
She was standing in the doorway.
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The Confrontation
"Hello, Darian."
His blood went cold.
"Liora."
"What are you doing in my chamber?"
"Nothing."
"Nothing?"
"I couldn't sleep. I was just... walking."
"In my chamber?"
"I was worried about you."
She smiled.
"Worried about me?"
"Yes. You've been... different lately."
"Different how?"
"Darker. Colder. Like you're not... you."
She stepped closer.
"I'm more me than I've ever been."
He stepped back.
"Please, Liora. I'm your brother. I love you."
"No," she said. "You don't. You're afraid of me. There's a difference."
He bumped against the dressing table.
The mirror.
The poison.
"Please—"
"Shh."
She reached out.
She touched his face.
He flinched.
"Don't," she whispered. "Don't be afraid."
"I can't help it."
"I know. That's why I'm going to help you."
She placed her hand on his chest.
"Close your eyes."
"No."
"Close your eyes, Darian."
He closed his eyes.
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The Draining – Darian
She reached into his mind.
It was different from the others. Not because his thoughts were different—they were the same as everyone else's. Fear. Desire. Desperation. But because he was her brother.
They shared blood.
They shared history.
They shared something that the others had not.
...scared...
...so scared...
...she's going to kill me...
...I don't want to die...
...please...
...please...
...I don't want to...
She found the place where pleasure lived.
She pulled.
He gasped.
His body arched. His hands clenched. His mouth opened.
The shadows drank.
Not just his essence. His memories. His love. His hope.
She consumed everything.
Delicious, she thought.
More.
She pulled again.
He cried out.
His body convulsed.
More.
She pulled again.
He went limp.
Empty.
Hollow.
Useless.
She withdrew from his mind.
He collapsed on the floor.
Still breathing. Still alive. But gone.
The boy who had watched her.
The boy who had tried to stop her.
The boy who had loved her.
He was no more.
Just a shell.
Another victim.
Another name for Finn's list.
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The Morning
Finn found Darian in Liora's chamber.
He was lying on the floor, staring at the ceiling, his eyes empty.
"Darian?"
No response.
"Darian!"
He knelt beside him.
Darian's chest rose and fell.
He was alive.
But he was not there.
"What did she do to you?" Finn whispered.
No answer.
There would never be an answer.
Darian was gone.
Another victim.
Another loss.
Another reason to hate her.
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Liora – The Morning
She sat at the breakfast table, smiling, eating porridge.
Her mother looked at her.
"Liora, have you seen Darian?"
"No, Mother."
"He wasn't in his room this morning."
"Perhaps he's walking in the gardens."
"Perhaps."
The queen looked at her daughter.
Something was different.
Something was wrong.
But she could not name it.
She looked away.
She ate her breakfast.
She kept her mouth shut.
She survived.
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Finn – The List
Finn added another name to the list in his head.
Darian. Brother. Forty-one.
He recited the list every night before bed, a dark litany that kept the nightmares at bay.
Forty-one names.
Forty-one faces.
Forty-one souls.
Forty-one, he thought.
She's killed forty-one people.
And now she's killed her brother.
No one is safe.
No one.
He lay in his corner, staring at the darkness.
He did not sleep.
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Liora – The Evening
She sat in her chamber, reading by candlelight.
Forty-one sacrifices.
Fifty-nine more until the curse.
Fifty-nine more until forever.
She closed the book.
She looked at her reflection.
The girl in the mirror was gone.
Something else was looking back.
Something ancient.
Something hungry.
Darian is gone, she thought.
Finn is alone.
The castle is mine.
Soon, the world will be mine.
She smiled.
The darkness smiled with her.
And somewhere in the depths of the castle, in a cellar that no one visited and no one remembered, forty-one souls whispered her name.
Liora.
Liora.
Liora.
She heard them.
She always heard them.
They were hers now.
Forever.
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End of Chapter Forty-Nine