Join me in night painted with crimson and black.

Fae are enchanting. Beautiful. And deadly. Cruel like winter morn. And they love a taste of your mortality.

Tiyan Markon didn’t know how his life would turn, how much darkness would slip into it, when he became pursued by the dark fae ruler. Tiyan finds himself in the palace of the fairy, a gruesome pit filled with dark urges and twisted beauty, and isn’t even aware, that the fair folk have plans for him.

“Do you hate me, Leira? With strong, beautiful hatred?”
- Lorian Ain'Dal, chapter "The Withered Bones of Hope IV"
Abysses You Craved For

Lorian versus gods…

your body takes the cruel in
suffocating in the casket made of your limbs and skin
your bold pride melting
your hunger appeased with boiling suns

you swallow the stars
which burn with white flame
filling you with our rage; delicious –
like you love the most

you laughed – carving us with your night
you enjoyed – pulling your roots through our flesh
your pleasure – our demise, we vanish in vast nothingness

we smile at you when you burn –
and you smile at us

too late for us to take the last breath
too late for you to…

… drown

cold hands on your eyelids
taking you into the abysses
you always craved for