#Asexual MC

[luxthestrange]

WHB Incorrect quotes#29 Winning!

Ace!Mc: Nothing feels better than winning Monopoly, Not love, not sex, not free pizza, nothing!

Beel: I’m sorry, have you tried pizza?

Ace!Mc: Yes, and it doesn’t compare to owning half the board and watching the light die from your friend’s eyes as you take their money and feel your friendship slowly deteriorate~

Mam*Who felt a cartoon cupid pierce his heart*...Please have my children

His demon ovaries...exploded-...I just love that in almost every version Mammon...is a simp...

[lorkai]

My silly ace headcanon is that everytime Lucifer gives MC the bedroom eyes, he is signaling to them that he wants to talk (that means cuddle; he wants to cuddle with them) while he speak about his day, especially if he is under a lot of stress. It just feels nice to him to have you so close, skin touching skin, your hearts seemingly beating in sync - there's something so nice about this and he wouldn't change for anything.

[lady-wyrd]

i need more asexual main characters in books

[aromantic-misguide-to-romance]

Ace Dates with Asmodeus!

Ancient requests by @kingsheir unearthed again. I hope you don't mind the tag after years. GN reader-insert, word count: 843

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Let’s be honest – he’s probably the first one to know that you’re ace, whether he noticed the lack of attraction on his own or you just decided to set things straight early. So the decision to pursue a relationship was a well-thought commitment. Was it a difficult decision? Well, depends on your own approach. His approach however was very simple – he was signing up for what he knew the relationship would be, and that was it. He already had thought it through and had a lot of time to make up his mind, so for him the decision wasn’t particularly difficult. It was just a conclusion to a long thought process.

It might seem weird, but for how much attention he gives to himself, it is much less surprising that he got his feelings and motives figured out. After all, for a long time his favourite person in the world was basically him and he was more than excited to experience all the new sides he just discovered in himself thanks to you. So he eventually got a good grasp on his feelings, even if the progress was… somewhat slow.

But once he got there,  he had everything sorted out in his mind.

It doesn’t mean it isn’t new for him or that he’s impossibly positive, but he just doesn’t focus on the uncertainties. He has so many ideas where you two could go and what you could do – he knows the best places for a self-care day and he’s going to show you and let you experience every single one of them. He knows the best shops around, with the best wares. Go out with you and not pamper you? Not spoil you rotten? That’d be a crime, a serious crime!

He’s a bit lost though – let’s be frank, Asmo has been more for casual dating before, so he doesn’t exactly know what he’s supposed to do. He just wings it. Which might often just lead to a date that doesn’t exactly look much different than the earlier outings before you two got together, at least at first. And if you don’t count the fact that he’s now much more into PDA – if you’re the type to like public displays of affection as well, it’s definitely gotten much more romantic, to the point of annoying everyone around, but that’s their problem anyway. He definitely seeks more physical contact, more affection, more hugs and little touches, but the contents of the date haven’t changed that much.

But if you pay attention to what changed in the usual trips to town, you might notice that you are getting more matching accessories when shopping together. Not only accessories, but also some parts of wardrobe (though maybe getting matching socks is easy to brush off and probably not the most romantic thing in the world, but a scarf or a hat? That step is definitely noticeable). It also becomes clearer that he starts to make sure that the outfits don’t clash and that they look nice together – like if he’s now thinking of both of you not as of separate individuals but as a part of a bigger picture. He really likes the feeling when he sees that being together suits you and him. He’s likely to start picking up your tastes in attire to implement into his own wardrobe too, even if he wasn’t particularly smitten with your fashion sense before.

Of course, typical dating activities like watching a film in a cinema might pop up more often than before. He’s always been quite a touchy-feely type though, so him clinging to you during a scary or a tearjerking scene isn’t new… unless he spends the whole movie like that. That’s likely to happen.

Once the date is formally over, you’ll be probably going to his room to test out all of the new cosmetics together, and it will be a great chance to watch him let his hair down. It definitely won’t be an instant change – but the closer you two are, the more at ease he will be, and the more he will allow himself to stop being always the most glamorous demon around. He’ll start dropping the perky and energetic persona around you, showing that he needs rest, that he’s tired, that his hair can be messy sometimes too – those “behind the scenes” moments that he never lets anyone see. If he’s quiet, then he definitely ran out of his energy and might simply doze off while cuddling.

If you don’t go back to your room but end up asleep next to him, you’re probably going to witness a morning Asmo with a sleepy smile on his face when he sees you the first thing in the morning. And also his whining, if you attempt to leave the bed when he wants his morning cuddles – it’s so warm and cosy, he doesn’t want to let go yet! So you’ll probably have to stay for a while. But well… at some point you definitely need to make the heartless decision to get up…

[cheesemenace]

Everything Has A Memory

Note: This first chapter was written years ago

Chapter 1 - Falling

The feeling of glass shards pelted my eyes. The thick emptiness clouded my vision. Layers and layers of the dull, emotion numbing void covered my eyes. The temperature dropped abruptly, the thick pressurized air suffocating my lungs suddenly rushed out of me. I couldn’t breathe. I was overtaken with lightheadedness. Falling. Falling. 

        Blinking, the colors of the simple room invited themselves into my sight. I blinked a few more times before taking a second to analyze the room. Light blues and pastel yellows decorated the walls. To my left two medium metal cabinets sat next to each other lining the wall, they were accompanied by multiple locked drawers. I sat at a table in the middle of the room, another chair belonging to the table stood across from mine. The rest of the room contained a few more items and three small stacked boxes in the right corner. My attention quickly turned to the object in my hand. A pen. It had a wine colored tube leading me to believe that was the color of the ink. My eyes soon drifted over a page, by the looks of it, I had been about to start drawing on. It was a perfectly white sheet, unmarked, without blemishes. My gaze became hazy. I felt like I was being smothered once again.

        A sudden noise was heard from my right. The feeling left me easily, unlike last time. A door I had failed to notice minutes before had been opened. A person dressed in a casual light blue button up shirt and pastel yellow tie matching the room along with black pants passed through the room’s entrance. They strolled over to the chair across from me and sat down. They felt familiar to me, maybe I had met them before. But their face felt fizzed out, my brain wouldn’t process it. It looked blurry yet I recognized it as normal. 

        “It’s a shame the experiment didn’t work,” The person mumbled, their head facing the clipboard they had brought along. When did they get that? 

        “...What?” My voiced sounded quieter than I had planned. They began to mumble to themselves, before placing the clipboard flat on the table.

        My vision shifted as they turned their head fully towards me. The pastel colors that adorned the room became a dull gray. The objects around the room fizzed from existence. The person’s outfit faded to white and black. Adorned on them, a lab coat. My red pen was no longer between my fingers but between theirs. 

        I felt slight pressure on my hands. Looking down I noticed what looked like hundreds of wires attached to various parts of my body. 

1.4 pages · 444 words

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Rep: Apache Aro/Ace main character

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[rwwinton]

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[maribatshipper]

So tired.

That's my first thought as I clock on. I mean, the pay is surprisingly high, but the hours are exhausting. If it weren't for the fact I'm been the one that's stuck around while everyone's quitting left, right, and centre.

"You look awful."

Ahhh, my first regular. I look up to see a buff man with tattoos of orange dragons on his arms, bulging muscles, and a teasing grin on his face.

"Morning Gary." I smile tiredly. "Let me guess, Soy Latte with Hazelnut syrup?"

"Of course. But are you alright, kiddo?" Gary asks me.

"Just-" A yawn interrupts me, making Gary chuckle. "Closed last night. Kat called in a Sickie, so... I'm here."

"You Australians are really strange with your words."

I scoff as I make his Latte, "Like you can talk, you Americans and your nicknames. Seriously! You call Macca's 'Mickey Dees'! Are you guys obsessed with a Mouse?!"

Gary laughs, "Well, you know, if you want, I could-"

"Not happening, Aro Dragon. I'll take the extra money. Need to get my parents their 36th anniversary gift." I chuckle.

"Ooh, 36? That's a milestone, kiddo." Gary smirks.

I hand him his coffee and smirk, "Especially in this day and age. Most couples are only together for a year before they go Kaput!"

Gary chuckles and takes his coffee, drinking it all in one gulp.

"That hits the spot. Seriously, you make 'em like no other." Gary smiles.

I just smile at the comment before I hear the ding of a customer walking through the door.

"Time to work." I whisper before I put on my game face. A large smile and bright eyes as I lock eyes with the large woman. Seriously, why are most of the customers so buff?

"Good Morning, welcome to The Badjives Cafe! While I may be a snack, I am not on the menu. How may I help you on this beautiful, sunny day?"

The woman blinks at me in a very disbelieving look as the rain pours outside and from the woman's suit.

"It's raining."

"Well, it's sunny somewhere in the world!" I grin, making Gary chuckle as he watches me.

The woman sighs before walking to the counter.

"What do you recommend?" She asks, not bothering with a smile.

I study the woman, trying to figure out what she's like. You can tell a lot about a person just by what they're wearing. She's wearing a lot of dark purple, and the tattoos are of lone wolves.

"I'd recommend the Ace Cake for you!" I smile.

The woman raises her eyebrow, making me bite my lip.

"What's in it?"

"Grapes, Plum, and a lot of Purple food colouring. Also, it's in the shape of a Dragon, too." I smile.

She asks me, "Why do you recommend it?"

I reply, without even thinking, "I'm Ace."

"That's your name?" The woman asks.

I shake my head and gesture to my name badge, "Actually, I'm Fortuna. But everyone calls me Lucky."

"Then what's 'Ace'?" She asks.

Gary shakes his head, warning me not to tell her.

"It means... I have an ace up my sleeve a lot. Aces also love Dragons and Purple." I half-lie.

She stares at me, and I just smile. I mean, I did work in McDonalds before coming here. Not much can scare you after that. So I just wait for her to make her first move.

"What about drinks?"

I reply without missing a beat, "Iced Chai with 1 brown sugar and cold foam."

"... Why?"

I shrug, "Seems like your kind of drink. But if you have your own idea, I'll be happy to make it."

"Alright. Give me those, then."

I immediately get to work, making the drink for her when I hear Gary walk up to her.

"So... Who is this Fortuna?" The woman asks.

"She's protected." Gary replies.

Protected? What? From what?

"Does she know?"

"Not a clue. And she never will if we have anything to say about it."

Now that's Sus. I finish putting the foam on the Iced Chai and walk back towards the two people who tower above me.

"A Fortuna Special. Enjoy!"

The woman picks up the drink and sniffs it before taking a sip.

"Hmm... Not bad, Fortuna."

I smile before I hear another ding. Here we go again.

"Good Morning, welcome to the Badjives Cafe-"

"I'm looking for someone." This new woman demands.

"Well, you've come to the right place, Ma'am. I'm Fortuna, and here and the Badjives Cafe, all Bad Vibes just do a Jive out the door. Who are you looking for?" I ask.

"I'm looking for The Gold Jack." She frowns, her hand going towards her hip.

I frown, trying to figure out who she's talking about. Jackie James? Jackson Lab? Jackaraff?

"I don't know anyone with that name, sorry."

The woman then pulls a knife out and aims it at me.

"Try again, Kid."

I scoff, "I don't know a Golden Jackaroo, but even if I did, I ain't no snitch, mate. Also, why are you threatening me with a butterknife?"

Okay, technically, I think it's a Carving knife, but my Fear levels were always low. The woman runs towards me and I hold my hand up in a stop motion.

"Look, mate, do you know what's scarier than a McDonald's worker? A retired Australian McDonald's worker who works in an American Cafe."

I pull out my American gun and hold it up to the woman.

"And in America, Guns are legal. Didn't even need a licence to buy one. Now, if you value your continued existence, I suggest you get out of me store."

"It's not your store. And you wouldn't dare."

"I ate a Roo once. I come from the land Down Under. Where spiders grow to the size of a dog, where the snakes are so venomous that a single drop could kill an elephant, where our lizards are so huge that if one took up residence in your house, it's easier just to move. Where our pythons can eat saltwater crocodiles with ease, where the frogs eat the snakes, where even the hail can kill you! If I can deal with that, I can shoot you."

Okay, to be fair, Australia is that nuts. And the Gun doesn't have bullets. But this nutjob doesn't know that.

"You're bluffing."

"I work in fast food, C&%+. You really wanna test me? Maybe I know someone that will flay your skin to use as a jacket." I smirk before looking her up and down, "Or, at best, a clutch-sized purse."

"You can put the gun down, Lucky."

I raise my eyebrow slightly before turning to see most of the Cafe holding guns at the woman.

"Look here, Darling," the Chai woman states, "I've only known Fortuna for an hour at most, but you do anything to her, you're gonna have to answer to me."

I smile before a gunshot rings out, making my blood freeze. I look at the intruder's hand to see another weapon, this time a Gun. How did I miss that? Wait, it's smoking... Who got shot? I hear ringing and Gary's voice yelling my name. I narrow my eyes and throw the gun at the woman, making it hit her in the head, giving her a shiner.

"She'll feel that in the morning." I mutter.

"Lucky!" Gary yells, jumping over the counter and looks down at my stomach, making me look down to see my beautiful orange shirt stained with red. "How do you feel?"

How do I feel? I'm not sure. It's so numb, but I can feel the blood running my legs. He lowers me to the ground, and my legs stop working.

"I don't."

"We need an ambulance-"

I immediately grab his hand and announce, "In THIS COUNTRY?! Let me bleed out. It's cheaper."

"I know a guy." James states as I feel my sanity slipping. "He'll help her."

"Tie me kangaroo down, Sport

Tie me kangaroo down.

Tie me kangaroo down, Sport

Tie me kangaroo down." I recite, trying to keep myself calm.

"She's reciting that Australian anthem." James states making me snort. Not exactly a lie, but it's not the truth either.

"Tan me hide when I'm dead, Fred.

Tan me hide when I'm dead.

So we tanned his Hyde when he died, Clyde

And that's it hanging in the shed!"

"That's their anthem?"

"I think she was pulling our leg."

"Fortuna? Stay with us."

I can feel myself starting to drift off.

A regular and oblivious person works at a coffee shop not knowing its a place of ceasefire for assassins and mercenaries.

[mi5hastuff]

Made myself a phone wallpaper and it was PAIN to make. Anyway feel free to use for personal use if you want

[luxthestrange]

WHB Incorrect quotes#25 But heart is full-

Paimon:Friiiiiendss!~Assss?~Or Tiiits?~

Mammon*Not so subtle...looking at your ass* Ass

Satan *Squeezing your tits* Tits!

Ace!Mc*Looks proudly at own statement* FRIENDS!

Demons*Looking at your happy face at your own statement*...

In Earth currently

Minhyeok*Sneezing in his room as he is folding your laundry*???

[nondelphic]

i fucking love writing a healthy best friendship between a man and a woman without making it weird or having them fall in love

[alinacapellabooks]

Thanks for the tag! This looks like a lot of fun~

1.) Most likely to burn something while cooking

Anargyros. Despite being several thousands of years old, he has only attempted to cook from scratch a few times. He started a fire the last time he tried to make karpouzopita. It’s a good thing that he lives in the Underworld, where all of the inhabitants are either dead or immortal…

2.) Most likely to stop a robbery if they see it happening

Ariel. Being a magical girl + police training = Perfect person to stop a robbery in progress. She has every skill necessary to stop crime of any kind.

3.) Most likely to not admit that they’re sick until they really need help

Kunio. He doesn’t want to be a burden to Nathaniel, so unless he’s too sick to get out of bed, he’ll go about his day as normal until he can’t anymore, at which point he’ll likely pass out on the couch or in the bathroom. He’ll wear a mask if he has a cough or cold, even at home—Nathaniel has zero immune system, and the last thing he wants is to get him sick as well.

Tagging @mauannacreates and @sunglasses-in-the-bentley! + OPEN TAG! Your questions are:

1.) Most likely to try recreational drugs

2.) Most likely to get injured in a really stupid way that’ll have whichever medical professionals charged with treating them giggling behind their back

3.) Most likely to be able to do something perfectly the first time they try it

✨OC Most Likely Tag✨

Thank you to @paeliae-occasionally for making this game here!! And thank you very much for tagging me in it as well! It looks like fun✨

Rules: Answer with which of your OCs would be the most likely to do the statement, then give new statements for the next person.

My statements:

1. Most likely to arrive ridiculously early

2. Most likely to be in a relationship for less than a week

3. Most likely to secretly be really good at music, but just not tell anyone

Your statements:

1. Most likely to burn something while cooking

2. Most likely to stop a robbery if they see it taking place.

3. Most likely to not tell people they’re sick until they really need the help.

1. Most likely to arrive ridiculously early:

Tenshi (Tenshito). He doesn’t want to ever be late and disappoint, so he’ll just get there early and wait a few hours, humming happily all the while 🪽✨

2. Most likely to be in a relationship for less than a week:

Gustav (ITROG). He’s so much of an asshole that nobody can stand him.

3. Most likely to secretly be really good at music, but just not tell anyone:

Noah (YWIMC). It took Ali looking over Noah’s shoulder and viewing his sketchbook to realize that Noah was really good at art. Also Noah hates people, so he wouldn’t tell anyone anything regardless; you have to almost pull the information out of him.

That was very fun. Thank you for the tag!! 💫

Now, I will (gently) tag: @fortunatetragedy , @autism-purgatory , @xenascribbles , @wyked-ao3 , @gioiaalbanoart , @davycoquette , @honeybewrites , @drchenquill , @theink-stainedfolk , @kaylinalexanderbooks , @tildeathiwillwrite , @moltenwrites , @marlowethelibrarian , @avaseofpeonies , @finickyfelix , @cowboybrunch , @jev-urisk , @thatuselesshuman , @alinacapellabooks , @theverumproject , @mysticstarlightduck , @michellekarnold , @ceph-the-ghost-writer , @thecomfywriter , @pluppsauthor , @agirlandherquill , @ominous-feychild , @mysticstarlightduck , @willtheweaver , @quillswriting , @thebearthatreads , @madi-konrad , +open tag for whoever wants to join! 💖✨

[xiiiwayfinders]

[aromantic-misguide-to-romance]

Ace Dates with Beelzebub

The request by @kingsheir has probably already fossilised but hey, I'm still writing those scenarios and working slowly through them so they bring something unobvious.

GN reader-insert, word count: 880

Others would probably expect Beel to be oblivious to anything unrelated to food, but you probably already know how observant and considerate he can be, right? Right. He often just doesn’t do anything with his observations, but he definitely notices more than others give him credit for. So your coming-out isn’t a surprise for him at all.

It wouldn’t be exactly accurate though to say that he noticed you being ace. For a very simple reason – he just didn’t assume anything he hadn’t observed, so it never occurred to him to make those assumptions in the first place.

For this reason when you addressed your orientation, it was more of a confirmation of a fact than actual relationship negotiation – and truth be told, his approach can be really a breath of fresh air.

His attitude isn’t limited to only one aspect, obviously. He pays very close attention to you, your mood and what you like, but is never overbearing or overwhelming – he almost seems to just sense everything rather than observe, as if it comes to him on its own. That makes your dates and outings relaxing. Especially if you’re trying to unwind, going out with him will definitely help lift your spirits.

And it’s always certain that you’re getting some really delicious meal as well – food is obviously a factor on a date with Beel. While your presence soothes his hunger quite significantly, he still gets very hungry from time to time and needs to make sure that his hunger doesn’t affect the date too much. He always wants to make sure that his hunger doesn’t take the best of him – maybe even to the point of being overly cautious.

Wherever you go, he has at least a few cafes in mind to keep the meal interval enough to keep his hunger at bay and enjoy the time with you without it getting in the way. Restaurants, patisseries, cafes – those are all places Beel takes into consideration when it comes to the route.

But while he keeps the cafe count high, he chooses the place to go for completely different reasons each time and you will certainly get to visit places he knows you like – for example your favourite bookshops, game shops, he won’t miss that you’ve been looking forward that new game or exhibition or new season’s collection. See, he’s observant and empathetic, so he registers what kind of thing is most to your liking and what place would you enjoy depending on your mood. He remembers what you said about your plans for the future outings. He wants to make you feel at ease and wants the trip to the cafe be enjoyable for both of you – so it’s not just a dinner out.

It might even seem sneaky at some point how innocently he somehow brings you to the places you’ve been wanting to visit (or revisit) and how the route is way too efficient to be spontaneous, but it’s not that he’s trying to keep it secret – he’s just a demon of few words. Just like he keeps his observations to himself, he does the same with his motives, not seeking any credit – knowing you’re enjoying yourself is a sufficient reward. You’ll probably just end up wondering if his restaurant radar is just that good that he just immediately finds the best route to the closest one, but if you ask – he’ll admit it all without any attempts to hide it. If he wants to surprise you, you’ll definitely know it upon asking, because he’ll tell you… that he won’t tell you.

Once got a gist of what you tend to like and choose, you can simply rely on him to come up with something that will definitely recharge your energy. It will not be some groundbreaking date plan, so for more variety of experience you will need to take reigns, but it will be certainly a relaxing nice evening.

When you’re both home after the date, he might actually want to get a snack from the kitchen, but really just a snack – he’s surprisingly not that hungry, even if it’s been already some time from the last meal. If you like to cook or bake and want to replicate one of the dishes or desserts you’ve tried on the date, he’ll be obviously very happy to try your attempts. But even if not, you can definitely accompany him and he’ll prepare something for you too – even if it’s just some herbal tea.

After that, if you haven’t been out late, there’s always time to relax with a book or film or in another way, and he’ll gladly be your pillow in such case. He might watch it with you, or just let you read in silence – what matters is that you’re together. If you feel like chatting a bit about the day or anything else, he’ll also be a surprisingly good chat partner – not just listening, but also his own impressions. It might not be Satan’s level of art interpretation, but more often than not you’ll marvel at his ability to notice small aspects that someone else might have missed or not considered important. And now he brought those nice details to your attention, they add up to the happy mood of the day.

[cheesemenace]

Everything Has A Memory

Note: Wrote this a few years after the initial chapter so the writing style may be slightly different

Chapter 2 - Struggle

The salt of my tears is bitter. It burned my mouth and stained my face. Even though my eyes could produce no more, emotion still lingered. Fear courses through my body. Breath shallow and short, air struggles to escape my lungs. My stomach flips and flips as I wash away under the waves of anxiety. I twitch slightly while I try to calm myself. 

        I could not bring myself to look away from the wires. Some placed above my skin, secured by a sort of tape. While others dug their tubes deep into my flesh. Stains like pomegranate juice, yet red like the darkest of roses cluttered my body. The blood looks as if it had been spilled this very moment but has long since been dry.  

        The Observer, as I chose to call them, had left around an hour ago. Although significant time had passed, it hazed and blended together. Existence felt irrelevant. Thoughts were so jumbled together all I could process was the raw emotion. 

        My memories feel confusing, there is not a single timeline I can create that feels right. Not one that feels completely mine. My head pounds as thoughts swim around my brain. It feels as though every thought and memory I have ever conceived and retained is expanding tenfold at my forehead. My eyes hurt and my skull feels as if it may give out at any moment. 

        Unstable state of mind is the only thing that binds me to the cold metal chair. As uncomfortable as it is, I cannot force myself to roam. I bring my hands together and rub my right thumb over the other in a soothing motion in an attempt to quiet my fears and countless thoughts. My head clears just enough for me to question my predicament. As my fingers graze over a puncture wound made from one of the many wires I breathe a single word.

        “How?”

        Even though my thoughts are still muddled I recognize my mistake. My shoulders ache and groan as my whole body shudders just to stiffen. My vision blurs once again and my head spins. The dull gray of the painted walls expanded and consumed the table and door. Even the wires were devoured by the thick gray mist of destruction. The color soon shifted to a recognizable blank slate of white. Once again I was in the void. 

        I felt as though my body was being pushed through a thick comfortable yet suffocating material. The air within my lungs compressed and pressurized, I would choke if I hadn’t felt incapable of doing so. My whole body felt paralyzed. The feeling of glass came back. Eyes being cut and stabbed with cold fragments. Like larger needles being inserted into the nerves. So much pain. But while sharp short pains continued, the long lasting aches of my bones soothed. I felt relaxed, yet panicked. Almost as if I was being drowned in the most comfortable of warm waters. A peaceful but fearful time. 

        Suddenly the warm feeling left. Temperature lowered and my bones felt heavy. My body plummeted back to consciousness. 

1.6 pages · 518 words

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In the city of Eldra, people are ruled by ancient prophecies. For centuries, the high council has stayed in power by virtue of the prophecies of the elder seers. After the last infallible prophecy came to pass, growing unrest led to murders and an eventual rebellion that raged for more than a decade. In the present day, Cassa, the orphaned daughter of rebels, is determined to fight back against the high council, which governs Eldra from behind the walls of the citadel. Her only allies are no-nonsense Alys, easygoing Evander, and perpetually underestimated Newt. Cassa struggles to come to terms with the legacy of rebellion her dead parents have left her, and the fear that she may be inadequate to shoulder the burden. But by the time Cassa and her friends uncover the mystery of the final infallible prophecy, it may be too late to save the city--or themselves.