Thronebreaker: The One Who Devours Names-Chapter 31 – Threads of a Dead God

The deeper they descended into the molten tunnels beneath the Flamevault, the more the air seemed to breathe on its own—like the lungs of some buried titan exhaling heat, madness, and memory. Raen felt it first. A tug behind his eyes. A thread pulled taut beneath the skin of his thoughts.

Keir noticed it too. His voice had grown quieter, his humor brittle. And Ashveil, despite his eternal calm, kept glancing at Raen like something was shifting inside him.

The walls pulsed.

The path was lined with twisted statues—warped remnants of gods long dead, their stone faces smeared and melted, mouths wide as if still screaming. One statue had a single eye carved into its forehead, and as Raen passed, it wept molten gold. No one touched it.

"Do you hear it?" Raen murmured.

Keir hesitated. "The... humming?"

It wasn't humming. Not truly. It was a song that wasn't made of sound—a memory of a melody buried in bone. It tugged at Raen's soul like a noose.

They reached a chamber where the stone gave way to black crystal. A throne stood shattered in the center, split into dozens of jagged shards that floated above the floor like a crown of obsidian teeth. And at the heart of it—

"Serenya," Raen whispered.

She stood barefoot upon the shards, unharmed. Her pale skin shimmered like she was half-real, dressed in a torn, blood-stained wedding gown. Her hair, once a chestnut waterfall, was now tangled and clinging to her like vines. Her eyes—gods, her eyes—still glowed with that twisted affection that made Raen's blood burn.

"Hello again," she said softly, voice lined with thorns. "Did you miss me?"

Ashveil drew his blade.

"No," Raen said sharply. "Don't."

Serenya stepped down from the floating shards. They moved aside for her like worshippers parting for a queen. She reached him without sound, her fingers brushing his jaw.

"You look older," she whispered. "More broken. That suits you."

Raen didn't move. "You shouldn't be here."

She tilted her head. "But I never left you."

Keir stepped forward, "Who the hell is this?"

"My past," Raen said. "The part I buried."

Serenya smiled sweetly. "He carved me out of his soul, piece by piece. Left me in the dark. But love... it grows stronger when starved. Didn't you know?"

Ashveil's knuckles whitened. "What does she want?"

"To finish what we started," Serenya said.

She turned, arms spread wide as if inviting the gods themselves. The shards of the throne floated higher, reacting to her emotion. Her voice dropped, tender as a lover's whisper.

"I remember the night you left me bleeding. Do you?"

Raen clenched his fists.

"I begged you to stay. But you said love was weakness. You said the gods needed to die more than I needed to live. And so I died. And the gods? They fed me something worse than death."

She stepped closer. "They made me beautiful."

Raen didn't flinch as she pressed her lips to his. It was warm. Familiar. And wrong.

"Serenya—"

"You were my salvation. Now you'll be my ruin."

She leaned into his ear. "You can't run from me anymore. Either love me again... or I'll make you watch as I tear apart your new friends."

And then she turned.

To Keir.

"I could flay the god inside him. Peeling it off like skin. Would you like that, Raen? Or maybe I'll slit Ashveil's throat while he sleeps. Then kiss the blood from your fingers."

Raen stepped between them. "Touch them and I'll kill you."

Serenya blinked, then giggled.

"You already did."

And with a flick of her wrist, the black crystal throne shattered further—unleashing a scream from the earth itself.

From the walls, golden veins burst open, and a wind filled with voices shrieked through the chamber.

Serenya vanished into the shadows.

The song returned—louder, furious, divine.

Raen fell to his knees.

And a voice—not Serenya's—spoke inside his head.

"The first throne has been found. He remembers. The Devourer wakes."

To be continued.....