Fate To Fake: Loved by the Fallen; Fated to Kill the Divine

Drip... Drip...

Water droplets trickled steadily from Kai’s trembling palm as he knelt on the wet brick floor, his body hunched over in agony. His breath came in ragged, uneven gasps, each exhale sharp and pained.

Inside him, it felt like his very organs were being roasted alive—every nerve screamed in torment. His skin stung like fire, muscles twitching involuntarily under the lingering effect of the taser that had just shocked him down to the bone.

His limbs refused to obey him. He couldn’t move, not even a finger. Everything felt numb and unbearably heavy, as though his entire body was made of stone—paralysed, useless, and abandoned.

It was like he was trapped in his own flesh.

His eyes were bloodshot, the whites nearly overtaken by a furious crimson. He gritted his teeth in disbelief, rage boiling in his veins.

This wasn’t how it was supposed to go.

He had been taken down... by a taser?

A fucking taser?

Seriously?

He was a Mage!!