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Heir of Depravity

*Warning: Restricted Content* Nikolai is the last born of his seven brothers, and the only one left behind when his father, the king of Rodakrov, went mad. Six years later, the king dies and Nikolai, at just fifteen, must take the throne for himself. But succession is never that easy. Soon after his inauguration, his eldest brother appears before him, demanding that he cede power to the oldest of their shared bloodline... forgetting that the brother he was commanding was a child of a mad king, raised in the deepest pools of insanity. An heir to depravity itself. And depravity does not take orders. It does not follow the law of man or kingdom. It knows not the meaning of mercy. A single drop within an ocean, and the entire ocean is blighted. **The romance included within this story is slow burn, and it is neither linear nor simple. You've been warned! Also, LGBT elements are included throughout :) ** Find me on Discord: https://discord.gg/PuEFyDQKmZ

OfficialHiggins · Fantasie
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Resurrection of Blasphemy - Part 2

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"You're late."

It was hardly something someone dared to tell a Kazbirati – especially when that said someone was from the Casterian Church Sanctorum – but it was not in Vitale's nature to feign a meek penchant for so long. Perhaps it would get him killed, but that made the act all the more thrilling, really.

"I can read the path of the sun just as well as you can."

Without turning, the alchemist heard the prince flop down onto the cushioned bench by the window of the study – the one meant for tutoring in, not the one that belonged to Bozhidar, himself.

"So, you chose to be?"

The prince exhaled a snort that completely lacked any inkling of amusement.

"It has occurred to me, priest," he began, and even without looking, Vitale could feel the prince's eyes boring a hole in the back of his head. "I am thirteen now, and while you will never be further nor closer to me, you are not even a decade my elder. You are twenty winters."