POV The Entity
The void pulsed.
A thick, pulsing hum of rotten magic crackled in the blackness as the entity paced. Every step left a smoking print of decay on the marble like obsidian beneath his feet. Shadows twisted unnaturally, retreating from his fury. Even the bravest demons curled in the corners, trembling, unwilling to catch his eye.
"How the fuck do you kill something that's already death incarnate?" he snarled, slamming his clawed hand into the jagged throne at the center of his lair. The force shattered the side, but the damage only deepened his rage.
The Forgotten King.
An ancient blight. A cursed crown with no loyalty.
A fucking problem.
He conjured a wall of magic...living, snarling black ichor...and shoved his will into it, commanding it to reveal answers. Symbols twisted and burned across its surface, flashing fragments of forbidden tomes, crumbling prophecies, whispers in languages long erased from time.
But none of it mattered.
The king had no tomb. No source. No soul.
"I burned his kingdom," the entity growled. "I erased his lineage. I unmade his gods. And still he rises."
He turned violently, shadow tendrils whipping the air like vipers, and summoned the last of his bone seer's intel...what little she hadn't corrupted. A flicker of her betrayal sent his rage flaring higher, cracks spiderwebbing across the walls of the throne room as his power surged.
"Mark my words, that rotting bastard dies. I don't care if I have to drag him back into the grave with my own hands."
He paused, breathing hard, eyes blazing crimson, as an idea slithered into his mind. Dangerous. Desperate. Delicious.
He wouldn't kill the Forgotten King.
He would bind him. Turn him. Use him like the weapon he was always meant to be.
But to do that…
He would need the goddess's blood.
And that meant it was time to shatter Rhiannan.
A slow, vile smile spread across his face as he began to craft a new spell....one so dark it made the void recoil.
"Your crown will be mine," he whispered to no one, eyes glowing like twin pits of hell.
"Even if I have to burn the world to take it."
FAENET LEAK: CURSED MIRROR BROADCAST – USER: 👤@ThorneMage122
🪞⚠️ WARNING: ILLEGAL MIRROR TAP DETECTED ⚠️🪞
Your rune device has connected to a forbidden frequency.
Do you wish to proceed?
✅ yes
❌ no
💥 [BROADCAST BEGINS] 💥
The screen fuzzes with static...then flashes to life in violent, pulsing black and red. A twisted throne room appears, the walls dripping shadows, floor cracked like broken glass across molten stone.
And then he steps into view.
The ENTITY.
Tall. Horrific. Cloaked in sentient shadow.
Eyes glowing like bloody moons.
And he's speaking.
"Rhiannan bleeds, and her blood will crack this realm in half."
"The Forgotten King is a corpse puppet with a crown. I will be his puppeteer."
"I will take everything she loves. Everything she thinks makes her strong."
He paces. Dark magic rises and screams behind him like it's alive and in pain.
"Let them celebrate their fucking trials. Let them play gods."
"But when her mates fall, when her kingdom burns, when her people beg...she will crawl to me."
"And I will make her MINE."
Suddenly, the Entity freezes.
His head snaps to the side like he senses something.
Eyes narrow.
"Who's watching?"
The screen explodes in static and screaming, a shriek of dark energy shattering through rune glass before the feed cuts.
💥 [BROADCAST INTERRUPTED] 💥
Faenet Comments Section – EXPLODING
👤 @MageMomma88:
WHO TF JUST LEAKED EVIL SATAN HIMSELF WHAT THE FUCK
👤 @SerpentFanatic999:
was that… was that the ENTITY?? saying he's gonna CONTROL THE KING OF DEATH??
👤 @DarklingQueen420:
i need someone to hold me. and also fight me. and also tell Rhiannan to UNLEASH. 😭😭😭
👤 @WorshipTheGoddess:
this confirms it. he's obsessed. he wants her. he wants to break her.
HE'S TERRIFIED OF HER.
👤 @BarrikBlowsUp:
yo if we don't bring that throne room down in round 2 i'm quitting the rebellion.
👤 @TwinStabbers69:
soooo… we're definitely allowed to stab the entity right?? asking for a twin.
Sasha Update:
"Faenet Admins are investigating the source of the mirror breach. Please do not attempt to replicate this tap. (Unless you're a badass.)"
"The Six have been notified. Stay tuned for an official response."
Beeeeeeep.
Rhiannan's intelligent rune bracelet chirps and vibrates like it's having a full on meltdown.
[FAENET ALERT: 9,783,214 New Posts]
#EntityLeak
#HeWantsTheGoddess
#ProtectTheSix
#WTFisTwatWaffle
She blinks, groggy at first...then watches the mirror screen as the leaked entity broadcast replays in front of her. Her face drains of all expression.
Silence.
Dead, terrifying silence.
Then....
BOOOOM.
The walls shake. Magic slams outward from her body in violent waves, and the divine table cracks down the middle. The air goes cold.
"BRING IT ON, YOU TWISTED FUCKING TWAT WAFFLE!"
Her voice explodes across the castle like a cannon blast, echoing through halls, down into barracks, into the kitchens. Sasha cuts in from her AI interface:
"Note to self: Reinforce every structural seal. Goddess is PISSED."
Her men come rushing in, eyes wide and shirtless...Kaleb mid yawn, Sable holding a dagger, Elisha half shifted, Liam clutching a pillow, and Arwen completely naked holding two mugs of coffee.
Kaleb: "We fighting? What's happening?" Liam: "Please tell me I can kill something." Arwen: "Did she say twat waffle?" Elisha (grinning): "A fine breakfast treat… or a new enemy rank?"
Sable scoops Rhiannan up, snarling in full alpha protect mode. "Let's feed you and then burn the world down, my Queen."
The dining hall is BUZZING. 1,749 remaining contestants pile food on their plates...eyes wary, laughter nervous.
Reyna and Torvax sit at the edge, her hand in his massive clawed one, her cheeks still flushed. He hasn't let go of her since their night under the stars.
Rhiannan and her five stride into the room like divine fury incarnate. The crowd goes still.
She raises both arms. Her voice is calm, cold, deadly resolute.
"To the people of Faenet... we saw what you saw.
We felt what you felt.
And we say this:
He wants war? He gets WAR."
Sable steps forward, growling.
"We will NOT fall. We protect what's ours."
Kaleb joins him.
"We built this rebellion from ashes. We're not afraid to burn again."
Elisha, regal and terrifying.
"Let him know: There are two dragons in this realm now. One of them bows to no one."
Liam sneers. "I've already bled for this realm. I'll happily bleed again… and this time I'll take his fucking head."
Arwen? Arwen raises his mug. "Long live the twat waffle slayers."
Rhiannan grins and finishes it off.
"And let it be known...faith feeds power. Yours fuels me.
So if he thinks I'm going down easy?
He can choke on his own cursed dick."
Applause. Screaming. Standing ovation. Faenet? Melting.
📣 LIVE BROADCAST ANNOUNCEMENT 📣
[FAENET LIVE: @DivineAF]
🎤 "Today begins the final survival trial in the Maze of Madness.
1,749 contestants remain. Only the fiercest will move on."
"We also joyfully announce a sacred mate bond....
Reyna Voss and Torvax of the Scorched Keep."
"Let this bond be celebrated. Love is the rarest power of all." 💕
🎬 FAENET LIVESTREAM COMMENTARY FLOODS IN:
👤 @BarrikBlowsUp: THAT'S MY QUEEN. NOW LET'S WATCH SOME MONSTER MAZE CARNAGE.
👤@KazraVoralix: Is twat waffle a spell? Can I cast that?
👤@MotherTazzy: Blood for breakfast, love for lunch. Just how I like it.
👤 @NicoTheHotOne: Okay but Liam's snarl gave me goosebumps…
👤@SpectatorDiva101: REYNA AND TORVAX. I SHIP IT. SOMEONE DRAW FAN ART.
🕰️ FINAL TRIAL COUNTDOWN: 1 HOUR. 🕰️
The maze stirs in the distance.
Magic pulses from its core like a living, breathing beast.
And Rhiannan, wrapped in power and praise, gazes out over the field of warriors with eyes like burning stars.
"Let's finish this."