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Chapter 40 - Crimson Thrones and Binding Shadows

Chapter 40: Crimson Thrones and Binding Shadows

The echo of Ella's voice still hung in the air like smoke, curling around Liam's ears as the crimson chamber quieted to a breathless stillness. Her declaration — "No more running. It's time we take the throne that was promised to us" — felt like a commandment etched into stone. There was no turning back. The blood moon above the Night Citadel pulsed with renewed hunger as if it too acknowledged the moment of reckoning.

Liam's fingers tightened around the hilt of the bloodblade, its weight somehow both familiar and foreign, like a destiny he was only now learning how to carry. Ella stood beside him, her eyes aglow with ancient power, her breath steady, regal, as though centuries of war and heartache had led her to this moment.

And him? He was still just a man — a human who had bled, broken, and rebuilt himself in the span of weeks. Yet something inside him had changed. The contract no longer felt like a cage. It was a pulse. A bond. A second heartbeat that beat in tandem with hers.

"Are you sure about this?" he asked, voice quieter than the storm rising outside the citadel.

Ella turned toward him slowly. "There is no throne without you."

He didn't argue. He simply nodded.

Together, they stepped forward toward the sealed archway at the far end of the hall — the gateway to the Crimson Chamber, where the ancestral thrones of the vampire lords sat in eternal shadow. None had ruled from them in centuries. Not since the Blood War fractured the clans and the true lineage was lost.

But that line had never died. It had merely waited. In the blood of a banished queen. In the bond of a contract etched by accident and sealed by fate.

As they approached, ancient glyphs along the archway pulsed red, responding to their presence. The massive stone doors groaned, recognizing the return of royalty. Chains of blood-forged silver unraveled and slithered into the darkness, falling away as though in submission.

Beyond the threshold lay a vast hall lit by ghostfire chandeliers. Statues of vampire monarchs long dead lined the sides, each one towering and draped in shadowed cloaks. At the center of the chamber rose two thrones of obsidian and bone, untouched by time.

Liam could feel something drawing him in. Not just magic. Memory. Legacy.

Ella's voice was low as they crossed the chamber floor. "My mother died in this hall. Stabbed in the back by a councilor she trusted. My father vanished after swearing vengeance. I was the last heir — too young, too scared. I ran."

She stopped before the throne on the left. Her hand grazed the armrest, and the obsidian surface rippled like disturbed water.

"I won't run again," she whispered.

The throne drank her words. A deep, vibrating hum filled the chamber, and the runes across the floor lit up in concentric circles, surrounding both thrones. One glowed with her crimson power. The other — the one beside it — remained dormant.

Liam stepped toward it.

A wind, born from nowhere, whipped through the chamber. Shadows gathered around his feet. The bloodblade vibrated.

"I'm not a king," he said.

Ella turned to face him, voice steady. "You became one the moment you chose to stay."

He looked down at the throne. It looked carved from obsidian, but when he touched it, it felt warm. Alive. His pulse quickened. The glyphs beneath him surged, and suddenly the dormant throne pulsed with light — not red, but a deep, radiant gold threaded with scarlet.

The contract flared inside him, no longer just a binding. Now a key.

He sat.

And the chamber erupted.

Wind howled from every crevice. The statues ignited with ethereal fire. The thrones anchored themselves in light. And the contract — the very one that began this nightmare — surged outward, breaking into a million pieces of light that scattered across the hall like fireflies.

The throne accepted him.

No — it crowned him.

Ella's laughter rang out, fierce and wild. "The Crimson Union has returned."

But before the light could settle, the chamber quaked.

A fissure opened in the far wall, vomiting black mist. From it stepped a figure Liam recognized at once — Councilor Malrec, the traitor who had escaped the purge, the one who had once whispered death into Ella's mother's ears.

"You sit on cursed thrones," Malrec snarled. "You awaken what should remain buried."

Ella's eyes narrowed. "And you breathe despite justice demanding your blood."

Liam rose from the throne. The bloodblade sang.

Malrec raised a hand, and from the fissure poured forth shadows — vampire husks, corrupted guardians of the old regime, their eyes hollow, their fangs gleaming.

"You'll regret this awakening," Malrec hissed. "The true darkness isn't what lies outside the citadel. It's what sleeps beneath it."

The battle began.

Liam moved without thought, blade dancing in tandem with his breath. Every swing carved through darkness. Every step followed Ella's presence. She unleashed firestorms of crimson, her power magnified by the throne's return.

They were no longer separate fighters. They were a symphony of destruction.

But the shadows were endless.

Malrec reached the thrones, dark energy pooling in his palms. He slammed them together — and from the ceiling above, the ancient bloodstone cracked.

A scream unlike anything Liam had ever heard echoed through the chamber.

Something beneath them awakened.

From the floor erupted tendrils — made of bone, mist, and forgotten wrath. They lashed at both Ella and Liam, trying to bind them, to pull them under.

"We have to seal it!" Ella shouted. "It's the Well of Chains — my father warned me of it!"

Liam nodded, eyes burning. He plunged the bloodblade into the center of the glyphs on the floor. Magic surged upward in a violent column. The contract shimmered again — and this time, it rewrote itself.

The bond expanded.

Ella screamed — not in pain, but in power. Her eyes flared brighter than ever. "I give you my legacy," she whispered, even as the well tried to drag her in. "Take it. Rule beside me."

Liam reached for her hand.

Their palms touched.

And the thrones answered.

The room exploded in radiant crimson and gold. The well shuddered, then sealed with a thunderous crack. The husks turned to ash. Malrec screamed, dragged by a phantom chain into the abyss he had awakened.

Silence returned.

Only the hum of the thrones remained.

Ella collapsed beside Liam, breath ragged. "We did it."

He pulled her close. "Together."

Their lips met, not in passion, but in promise. The thrones had chosen. The citadel had awakened. The past had been buried.

But beyond the mountains, armies stirred.

This was only the beginning.

The Crimson Union had returned.

And the world would soon know it.

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