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Paranormal love novell: The dieties children of darkness and light

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What if their love was never meant to survive? What if, from the first heartbeat, it was already cursed— a flame fated to flicker and die beneath the gaze of heaven and the fury of hell? Francesca and Alexander were never meant to meet. Not on Earth, not in the stars, not across the chasm of light and shadow. Yet they did. In the quiet spaces between fate and free will, they found each other— first as strangers, then as confidants, then as something more. Something forbidden. They lived in ignorance. They kissed without knowing the blood that burned beneath their skin— hers, forged in the fire of the Morning Star. His, crowned by the hand of the Almighty. Their souls intertwined before the truth descended like a blade: They are heirs to a war older than the world. A war that shaped the heavens. A war their love was never meant to survive. Now, with the veil torn and destiny watching, two choices remain. Defy the divine and fight for a love that could ignite a second rebellion— or surrender, tear themselves apart, and uphold the ancient law. Can a love born of both grace and ruin defy the will of eternity? Or will blood prove stronger than the heart? As angels stir and demons rise, Francesca and Alexander stand on the edge of everything— between war and peace, duty and desire, between the weight of fifteen ancient loves and the unbearable gravity of their own. And time is running out.
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Chapter 1 - Chapter Eighteen: The Fire You Were Before You Were Born

Scene I – Francesca Unlocks the Word (One Final Time)

She stood alone in the core of Elaron — where time bled into thought, and memory was carved into stone.

Francesca whispered the key that cost her everything: "I was not made to carry the Word. I am the Word."

The sigil surged back into her bones. Her skin cracked with divine light. The stars in her blood screamed.

The Architect shouted: "You'll unmake yourself!"

"Then let it be the last thing I ever do."

The Word blazed awake inside her — no longer a whisper, but a weapon. And she had one name written on its tip: Itheon.

 Scene II – Alexander Returns

He walked out of the rift just before dawn — barefoot, scarred, and silent. Francesca's heart stopped at the sight of him. But something in his eyes was missing — or too much.

Selene reached for his arm. He didn't flinch, but the mark on his chest pulsed.

Azareth muttered: "He made the deal."

Francesca stepped forward. "Are you still you?"

Alexander looked at her, then at the sky.

"I'm what I had to become to come back to you."

But in the dark… something inside him whispered, and it sounded like Itheon.

Scene III – The Council Fractures into Civil War

High Seer Varen moved first. While Francesca slept, recovering from unlocking the Word, Varen's loyalists struck: sabotaging the Sky Bridges, cutting off Sanctuary sectors, taking hostages.

Their demand: Francesca relinquishes leadership.

Or they turn her over to Heaven. Selene and Azareth rallied the loyal Rewritten. Blades drawn. Lines redrawn.

Elaron bled — from within. The Third Path was no longer a movement. It had become a battlefield.

Scene IV – Elaria Speaks the Forgotten God's Name

In the void chamber of shattered prayer, Elaria whispered what no angel had dared in ages: "An'ael."

The Forgotten God awoke — not in flame or thunder, but as silence shaped like a voice.

"You remember me," It said. "You remember before obedience. Before Architect. Before Itheon."

Elaria bowed. "I want to serve what came before... not what edits."

The Forgotten God placed its mark upon her — a rune older than history, carved behind her heart. And now Elaria burns with memory unbound.

Scene V – The First Flame Reveals Francesca's Origin

The Flame knelt before her. Not in submission. In reverence.

"You are not the child of the Morning Star, nor of the Almighty," it said. "That was the first lie."

"You are the spark that existed before both.

You are not their daughter.

You are their equal."

The Architect trembled. The stars dimmed. Because he remembered now: Francesca is the one who lit the first fire. The one who taught Him the Word. The one whose name was erased so no god would fear her return.

And now she was back. With the Word. With the Flame.

With nothing left to lose.

End of Chapter Eighteen – The Fire Remembers Itself Francesca carries the Word again — for one final strike. Alexander has returned… but may no longer be fully himself. The Council is at war, and Elaron fractures from within. Elaria has broken divine silence — and now carries the mark of the first god. And Francesca?

She is no longer the chosen.

She is the

And when she speaks next… Something ancient will die.