Trix returned to the hill.
Water—the cosmic traveler—settled as snowflakes upon her human shell, witnessing the burn as it dissolved against the warmth of that intense feeling.
Alarms echoed in the distance.
She lit a cigarette.
Picked up the rifle.
Called Ksava.
Flew toward the mercenary outpost.
She howled to the full moon, joined by the she-wolves, while the pack feasted on what remained of Hedeon and Rurik.
Their blood stained the snow;
hers still throbbed—warm, alive, feral.
S-2879 • L11 Irraluna • D18 Libesi
"Irraluna radiates light in a wide curve. Libesi releases the thread now mature. The tide draws silver in living return. The story moves whole, in deep brilliance."
An administrative member of the Vorovskoy mir reached out.
The leader was dead.
She was called to assume the role of Matka, according to Hedeon's orders in his will.
Hedeon, huh, Saymon?
Mraz', you dumped this on me.
She accepted—reluctantly.
They implanted the nanochip in her cheek.
Immediate access to the entire global network of the Vorovskoy mir.
Her commands now echoed across worldwide branches—especially Nochnoy Prestol, the Night Throne, the Russian underworld.
She rested her head on the pillow.
Called Kiara—ignoring time zones.
The android never made video calls, but hearing her voice was enough.
"What the fuck do you want?"
She smiled.
Maybe having a heart could be good.
It felt… pleasant, when it beat like that.
"I saw you got I'll Devour You.
I thought of you when I gave it to Berg.
I told him to gift it to you."
"He sold it to me, that bastard."
"That svoloch. I'll deal with him.
Either way—consider it a gift."
"Yeah, sure. That it?"
"I think so… I just wanted—"
"Then fuck off, I'm busy."
Trix's smile widened.
Her playful Maiden stirred inside her.
"Only if you do it."
"Do what, you idiot?"
She let out a soft laugh.
"Gotta go.
We'll talk later."
She hung up.
The echo of Kiara's laughter lingered inside her.
For a moment, even the Vorovskoy mir fell silent.
Only an intimate heat burned in Trix's chest.
Maybe that was it, in the end:
A spark in the void.
A heated chaos.
And if the world ended tomorrow, she would know—
the throne was just a chair.
The flame—
that was hers.
Trix allowed herself a smile.
She fell asleep smiling.