S-2879 • L11 Irraluna • D16 Tramili
"Irraluna radiates light in living height.Tramili weaves return in a gentle thread.The tide draws silver in a slow curve.The story moves whole, in deep brilliance."
Nearly two solar cycles had passed since the betrayal.
The sharp eyes of Trix's Maiden.
The barrel of I See You.
Rurik's gift.
Aimed at him.
Aimed at Hedeon.
Her father.
She wanted to rip their blood out with her own hands.
Tear their throats apart.
Pierce their hearts.
Crush their faces with her fists.
Laugh while she trampled them.
Trix executed Kiara's Cloakify.
Camouflage activated.
No nanosystem would detect her.
Only Kiki could surpass an Una-level TE.
She jumped from the hill.
Slid through the snow toward the side walls of the Vorovskoy mir.
Five minutes.
That was her window—during the guard shift change.
She scaled the concrete.
Slipped inside.
Hid behind the castle warehouse.
Hedeon's territory.
She knew every weakness in that place.
Moved forward to his office door.
Pressure gripped her arm.
She turned—dagger in hand—toward Yuri.
Saymon's android, infiltrated into the Vorovskoy mir, smiled at her.
"What do you want?"
He let her go.
"Want help?"
"No. Fuck off."
Trix sheathed the dagger.
"Alright."
He raised his hands.
"But you might want to know—the TE in the room isn't disabled.
Cloakify won't fool the nanites inside.
The moment you—"
"Chert. They changed it again?
What do you suggest?"
The android's smile widened.
"You'll be the next Matka."
"No fucking way."
"Then…"
Trix hated that he had figured that out.
She pressed her lips together.
That hesitation was enough.
"It's that or—"
"Fuck it. Do it."
Minutes later, a signal appeared in her ocular display.
The TE was disabled—for five minutes.
The room's nanites would detect any sensitive data movement registered in the nanosystem—and trigger a lethal response within seconds.
But Saymon had prepared the ground.
Somehow, he had surpassed even Una.
Trix stopped at the door.
Her heart hammered like a war drum.
Now or never.
And "never" wasn't an option.
She inhaled deeply.
Crushed any hesitation.
Opened the door.
Rurik instantly drew his weapon—too late.
Her dagger was already driven through his hand, pinning him to the wall.
Hedeon lifted his cold eyes toward her.
"Moya dóchka…"
Her heart pounded wildly.
Her steps toward him—fast, precise.
Hedeon didn't move.
As if testing her.
As if expecting her to falter.
He was wrong.
In a cutting motion, Trix grabbed his throat.
Her father's green eyes smiled at her.
Rurik tore the dagger free and lunged.
They crashed to the floor.
"Svoloch, you really thought—"
Her fist slammed into his face.
Blood sprayed across the carpet.
Rurik snapped his jaw back into place with one hand—
the other clamped around her throat.
He tightened.
Red. Purple.
Trix grabbed the blade hidden in her pants.
Drove it into his ribs.
Rurik loosened.
She struck the metal side of his face.
Sparks burst from the implant.
He lost composure.
Rurik smiled—crimson.
"Before I tear that little throat apart, I had so much fun with her, I—"
She grabbed him by the collar.
Locked her legs around his neck.
Pressed the dagger to his face.
Her aura poured out rage—
inflamed by flames of damnation.
Calling the fire of the condemned.
Lava from the abyss burning outward.
"Trix, stop this nonsense."
Hedeon's voice was calm.
Gun aimed at her.
"Let's talk.
You just got back—you must be—"
"Now you want to talk, papa?
How about you just watch what I'm about to do to your konchalka's pretty face?"
Rurik's face reddened.
He struggled.
Her strength was overwhelming.
She had grown stronger.
Where had she been?
He thought.
She turned his face.
Ran the blade across his cheek.
A thin line of blood flowed.
"How many nights did I watch you walk into his room?
He used you too, didn't he, Rurik?
But you liked it."
She pressed harder.
His heart raced—unclear if from pain or her words.
"You never hid how much you loved being ridden by him."
She carved across his face.
Released him.
He lunged—
too late.
His strength drained fast.
Movements slowed.
Eyes widened.
"What the—"
He gasped.
Staggered.
"There's poison on that blade?"
Shock filled his voice.
He had never taught her that.
The Vorovskoy mir had never taught her that.
Where had she learned it?
He didn't know where she had been in the past lunations—
but now the poison burned like a secret he would never uncover.
Trix walked toward Hedeon.
"I'm not one of you anymore."
Her voice—cold. Blade-cold.
Rurik dropped to his knees.
Hedeon rotated the gun—ready.
"You've grown, Trix."
A strange gleam in his eyes.
Pride.
"You'll see just how much."
"No, Hedeon, she—"
Too late.
Without breaking eye contact, she threw the dagger into Rurik's jugular.
Blood burst to the ceiling.
"I've been dying to wipe that fucking smile off your konchalka."
Her eyes burned.
Her smile—unhinged.
Her hatred—otherworldly.
Hedeon laughed.
"Trix, forget the past.
Rurik only followed orders.
A leader of the Vorovskoy mir avoids bonds beyond the Brotherhood."
He watched the blood drip.
"If it comforts you…"
His eyes locked onto hers.
"Your mother was just a pastime in my rat days in the army."
Her blood boiled—
molten.
She exploded.
Grabbed the golden statue from the table.
Drove it into his forehead.
Ignored the stab in her chest.
He dared mention her mamochka?
"You know, I was thinking about how to kill you…"
Red dripped onto his suit.
"You were always strong, Trix.
Much stronger than your mother—stronger than anyone.
Everything I did was to shape you, my dóchka.
To ensure you became what I always knew you would be."
He licked blood from his lips.
"Strong. Unbreakable. Relentless.
You know, deep down, I'm right."
Before she could move closer—
he fired.
The bullet struck her shoulder.
She stepped back.
Fuck. Same place Kiki hit.
She gripped the pain.
Ignored the blood running down her arm.
All she saw—him.
"You'll always be my dóchka, Akilina.
No matter what, we can fix this—"
She smiled.
Insane.
That face.
That voice.
Akilina.
The name burned like magma in her veins.
A cruel reminder of everything he destroyed.
His words echoed.
Lies.
All lies.
From a distance, she sent the firing signal to I See You.
The bullet shattered the nanoreinforced glass.
Hit his rib.
Hedeon collapsed.
She kicked his stomach.
Grabbed the dagger.
Pressed it to his throat.
Sweat ran.
Mixed with blood.
Stained the face of the man who took everything from her.
She had been absent—while Darya needed protection.
A mourning tear slid down her cheek.
Trix clenched her teeth.
Flipped the dagger.
Used the hilt to beat his face until life drained from his eyes.
Those green eyes—now filled with sweat and blood—seemed to falter.
Too late.
Rage embodied in every strike.
Never enough to erase her torment.
Hedeon's life had been gone long before.
Trix smashed his head against the wooden floor with full force.
Scarlet tide.
She laughed—feral.
"Mraz'nik, svoloch, ty zhalkaya tvar'!
I'll feed your remains to my wolves, sewer-filth!"
She closed her eyes.
Breathed.
Stood—covered in blood.
One last look at Hedeon's ruined face.
Brains and organs staining the polished floor.
A hollow opened in her chest.
No relief.
No joy.
His blood was not enough.
It never would be.
Trix walked to Rurik's body.
Pulled the blade from his throat.
Wiped the blood.
Slipped it into her pocket.
Took the cigarette pack from his coat.
Turned it in her hands.
Frowned.
"Still smoking that Cuban shit, konchalka?"
She shoved the pack into his mouth with the revolver.
Pulled the trigger.
Fire consumed it.