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[Sommer Dai]

The Sanctum of Refraction no longer pulsed — it throbbed. With heat, with breath, with expectation.

Sommer's body glistened under the flickering crimson light of the Spiral Rift above her. Her limbs hung heavy, wrists loosely bound with silken cords etched with inked runes. The Spiral's whisper was a constant coo in her skull, murmuring Yes… yes… yes in a language that bypassed thought and aimed straight for surrender.

She had become the altar and the offering.
She had become the pathway.

Madame Zae chanted steadily beside her, pouring thick black oil into a basin beneath the Table of Becoming. From it, a red mist bled upward — tendrils coiling around Sommer's legs, thighs, lips, chest.

Her back arched. Her moans returned — but this time, shattered by something new.

"No… something's…"

Her breath caught.

For the first time in days — or was it weeks? — her eyes blinked open with awareness.

There was a tremor in the Spiral's rhythm.

A frequency not belonging to Azis.

A voice... muffled by distance but unmistakable.

Kael.

Blood.

It struck her like a sudden gasp of cold air after drowning in heat. Her mind reeled — a thousand hands pulling her back into pleasure, but one voice clawing her toward truth.

"Kael's here…" she whispered hoarsely. "He… he came for me…"

Zae turned sharply.

"No, no, no. Lie still, Spiral Flame. You are not to stir. He cannot sever you now. You are sacred."

Sommer's body trembled. Her arms twitched. Her legs strained against the silk. She heard herself cry out again — but this time, the sound had resistance in it.

"Zori…" she choked. "You did this… to me…"

 

[Zori Galea]

The voice of Zori came from the shadows, unseen but omnipresent — her tone cool, measured, like a conductor easing the orchestra into darker keys.

"I freed you, darling flame. I let the world touch you in places your past life buried. Azis simply finished what I began."

 

[Sommer Dai]

Sommer's head thrashed. Visions flooded her — red gardens, moaning voices, her own reflection in the mirror grinning with someone else's hunger.

Kael's smirk — reckless, older, real.

A scream cracked from her throat.

"I REMEMBER WHO I AM!"

The Spiral Rift above flickered.

Zae stumbled.

The red mist halted — momentarily confused.

A fracture had appeared in the pleasure circuit.

But Azis was already in her.

Already spooled around her nerves, woven through her bones.

And now…

He began to take shape.

The mist pulled together over the altar, forming a writhing humanoid silhouette — featureless, robed in coils of shifting light and shadow. A spiral spun slowly in the being's center mass — an eye with no iris, just depth, infinite and hungering.

"You cry," said a voice in her head that was layered with thousands of mouths. "And yet your body still sings."

Sommer screamed — not out of pain, not desire — but terror. Of being split. Of forgetting Kael. Of forgetting herself.

But the pleasure hadn't stopped.

She felt herself dripping, aching, her heartbeat synced with the Spiral's pull.

 

[Zori Galea]

Zori stepped forward from the shadows now, face radiant with worship.

"He comes. And you invite Him. Don't fight it, flame. Let Him fill you, and you'll never need to ask who you are again."

 

[Sommer Dai]

Tears slid from Sommer's eyes.

But then—

A second spiral stirred.

Fainter. Rougher. Chaotic.

Kael's presence had entered the sanctum.

And with it, conflict bloomed inside her like a wildfire in a red forest.

Sommer screamed once more, body lifted into the air by Azis's forming grasp — but her hand broke free.

And clenched into a fist.

"Kael… help me…"

 

[Kaelon Virex]

The stairwell spiraled like a throat.


Stone weeping moisture. Candles shivering in alcoves. The deeper Kael descended beneath Euphoria Vale, the thicker the air became — laced with the scent of oil, incense… and blood.

"Sommer," he muttered under his breath. "I swear to the stars, I'm getting you out."

The crimson ore embedded in the walls pulsed as he passed, reacting to his bloodline, his proximity. Echoes of moaning drifted up the corridor — some in ecstasy, some in agony, some indistinguishable.


He emerged into the threshold of the Sanctum of Refraction — and paused.


The chamber unfurled before him like the belly of a sleeping god.

 

[Sommer Dai]

Obsidian glass. Mirrors that rippled with unseen eyes. Red mist curling like breath from the central altar, where Sommer floated mid-air, naked, bathed in crimson, her body trembling in silent defiance.


A being was forming above her — its outline fluctuating like a dying flame, spiral-etched, barely shaped yet vast in presence. It hadn't fully arrived, but the pressure of it pushed against reality.

 

[Zori Galea]

And before it all — arms raised, robes flowing, face shining with twisted joy — stood Zori Galea.

"Kael," she said without turning. "So glad you could join us. You came for answers. For family. And here you are… at the center of both."

 

[Kaelon Virex]

His blaster was in his hand in an instant.

"Back away from her. Now."

 

[Zori Galea]

Zori turned slowly, her eyes brighter than the candles, her grin all indulgence.

"She's beyond your reach now. But I admire your devotion. How rare it is, for you."

 

[Kaelon Virex]

Kael took a step forward, circling to see Sommer's face. Her eyes fluttered — not entirely conscious, but aware. Something in her was still fighting.

"She's not gone yet," he growled.

 

[Zori Galea]

"Oh, she's becoming," Zori whispered. "She's being unwritten. It's beautiful."

The spiral above trembled.

The entity Azis began to coalesce — pulling light and shadow into a crude humanoid shape, devoid of identity but full of presence. A spiral glowed in its chest — blacker than black.

 

[Kaelon Virex]

Kael aimed directly at Zori.

"This ends now."

 

[Zori Galea]

"No," she smiled. "Now… it begins."

 

[Sommer Dai]

She was falling inward.

Every moment longer in the Spiral thinned the walls of her mind.

She saw herself — not in mirrors, but reflections of memory. Her younger self stealing food. Bleeding in alleys. Laughing with strangers. Feeling safe beside Kael… once. Long ago.


The Spiral whispered over it all:

"You were always meant to be mine."

Azis took form not just around her — but within. Her breath synced with his hunger. Her pulse danced to his rhythm. Her thighs clenched, her lips moaned, but her spirit resisted.

"No… I am Sommer… I choose—"

"You desire."

"I remember Kael… I remember me."

"You belong."

The spiral glyph burned brighter on her spine. Her body spasmed with involuntary pleasure — too much, too endless, wrong.


Then—


Kael's voice.


Clear. Mortal. Raw.

"SOMMER!"

And something snapped.


A fissure split through the pleasure fog. Her eyes shot open — this time with resistance. Her fingers clawed the air.

"Kael… help—me—"

Her voice cracked.

 

[Zori Galea]

Azis roared — a silent sound that rippled reality itself. Zae staggered. The spiral faltered.


Zori turned to see Kael charging towards her location— blaster raised, will focused. Not a hero. Not a Jedi. But something more dangerous.

Family.

 

[Kaelon Virex]

The spiral above screamed without sound. Reality twisted in the corners of Kael's vision. But he focused only on Zori.

 

[Zori Galea]

She stood still — statuesque, robe billowing like smoke, arms outstretched as the entity Azis reached further into the physical. Crimson light burst from the mirrored walls, rippling with distorted visions of Sommer's writhing form — and of Kael, surrounded by a hundred versions of himself, each dying differently.

 

[Kaelon Virex]

he moved anyway.

"You want a spiral, Zori?" Kael barked, storming toward her. "I'll show you a fracking spiral."

He fired — two clean shots.

 

[Zori Galea]

Zori flicked her fingers and the bolts curved mid-air, spinning harmlessly into the wall like dying stars.

"Violence, cousin? Against me?" she sighed, amused. "How dreadfully... small."