Fate To Fake: Loved by the Fallen; Fated to Kill the Divine-Chapter 65: You will soon be one of us

Envy barely had time to react. Camazotz had vanished—vanished into the shadows and reappeared right in front of him like a phantom. His sharp, dark nails lashed out like a blur of death, aimed straight for Envy’s throat with monstrous precision.

Envy dropped low, his body moving on sheer survival. The claws missed by a hair’s breadth, slicing the air above his head. But not cleanly—he felt the searing graze as the nails scraped across his cheek, leaving behind a razor-thin wound.

A bead of blood slid down his face... and along with it, a whisper of black mist. It kissed his skin with a sting—acidic, burning... otherworldly?

Envy’s skin flared red as the mist hissed into the cut, and a strange, pulsing heat began to spread beneath his flesh.

"Gghhh!" Envy snarled, baring his teeth as his cheek flared with pain.

Something about the mist felt wrong—corrupt, like it wasn’t just poison.

It was... alive!!

"So slow," Camazotz purred. His grin stretched too wide, fangs glinting, eyes glowing with green fire.

Envy leapt back in a rush of movement, rolled across the stone floor, and twisted mid-motion to fire an arrow. It flew like lightning through the thick smoke, the bowstring still humming.

The arrow hit—pierced Camazotz’s shoulder. But instead of resistance, the creature’s body rippled like dark water. The arrow passed through him as if he were made of mist.

"Tch!" Envy clicked his tongue, already drawing another.

Camazotz stepped forward without concern, every stride languid, graceful, terrifying. His silhouette distorted, unnatural, limbs elongating and contorting. His arms stretched into jagged bat-like extensions, ending in wicked, hooked claws that dragged along the floor. Sparks danced in their wake as they tore deep, grooved scars into the ancient stone.

Each of his steps left behind footprints of burning black—the stone beneath them bubbling, sizzling, pulsing like tar boiling on a flame. A foul stench filled the air.

"I’m not the Camazotz you fought before..." His voice grew deeper, layered, doubled as if another voice echoed underneath his.

"I’ve evolved. KYYY!!!"

With a shrill screech, he vanished again, becoming nothing but a streak of mist and shadow.

Envy’s instincts howled inside him.

He whirled around, bow already raised, and fired a cluster of three arrows into the air behind him.

CLANG!

SHINK!

THUMP!

Camazotz reappeared in mid-air, twisted like a bat striking from above. His clawed foot slammed down, intercepting one of the arrows with brutal force, snapping it mid-flight. The others struck harmlessly into the stone floor.

Camazotz landed in a crouch—his head tilted, eyes locked onto Envy. He grinned with delight, drinking in the thrill of the fight.

Envy didn’t hesitate. He pulled the string as the silver arrow shimmered to life between his fingers, its surface etched with shimmering runes. He spun it once between his fingers and drove it into the ground like a dagger.

A circle of blinding silver erupted beneath his feet, magic flaring to life. The runes expanded in a pulse, forming a dome of radiant energy around him.

"Stay the hell away," Envy muttered, low and strained.

Camazotz lunged, mist coiling around his limbs as he slammed against the barrier—but the moment his form touched the glowing magic, it sizzled violently. The mist recoiled like a scalded beast, hissing and snarling.

Camazotz drew back, his eyes narrowing into slits.

"Smart... but only temporary," he chuckled.

Envy leapt from the edge of the circle and raced up the side wall, his enchanted boots gripping the stone like spider legs. He ran sideways with impossible speed, loosing arrow after arrow, each one glowing faintly, trailing colored light in the air.

Five arrows sang through the air in rapid succession.

Camazotz roared—and his black mist surged forward in a wave, slamming into the barrier and devouring it whole. The protective circle shattered like glass, the silver runes fading into the floor. Envy’s eyes widened.

’He’s grown that strong already?!’

The five arrows tore through the air—but Camazotz darted between them with fluid grace. They missed.

But Envy wasn’t finished.

The sixth arrow flew—not at the monster—but at the floor, just ahead of where Camazotz would land.

It struck.

A detonation rune flared.

BOOOOM!

The blast exploded upward, fire and smoke ripping through the corridor. Stone shards flew in every direction. Envy shielded his face as the shockwave rolled over him.

Camazotz burst from the smoke with a wild laugh. His body was torn in places—black, stringy flesh dangling, exposing bone—but it healed. It healed in seconds, the wounds knitting back together with wet, grotesque squelches.

"You’re entertaining," Camazotz said, his voice low and gleeful.

He stomped the ground.

From the impact, tendrils of black goo exploded outward, snaking across the floor like liquid shadows. They hissed and slithered, reaching, crawling toward Envy’s legs with relentless hunger.

"Shit!" Envy shouted, launching himself into the air with a jump. His body flipped as he aimed downward, bowstring pulled taut.

Three arrows fell—two burst with flames, one crackling with icy mist.

The explosions rocked the floor, and the freezing arrow burst into a patch of frost, slowing the tendrils—but only for a heartbeat.

The goo cracked the ice and lunged forward again.

Envy landed hard, lungs burning, and sprinted. His legs pumped furiously as the goo chased him, crawling up the walls and leaping from the ceiling like a predator.

He fired a quick arrow into the other side of the wall and used the attached rope to swing forward, barely evading the incoming tendril that whipped past him like a whip.

"You can’t keep running forever,"

Camazotz called out behind him, walking casually through the ocean of darkness that now consumed the chamber.

His form shifted again.

Wings erupted from his back, leathery and wide, casting monstrous shadows. His silhouette doubled, then tripled, as mist spiralled around him like a storm.

"You’re fast," Envy panted, crouching low, breath shaky. "But my arrows... they’re way faster."

He gritted his teeth and fired a spiralling blue arrow, humming with dense energy.

It struck Camazotz in the chest.

BOOOOMMM!

This time, the explosion was different.... A hurricane of wind, burning light, and concussive force burst outward.

Camazotz’s body flew backward, slamming into the far wall. The stone behind him cracked violently, rubble raining down.

For a moment—silence.

Then...

A hissing black mist surged out of the cracks like blood from a wound.

Camazotz laughed again, voice echoing from every direction.

"You’re making me work up a sweat... how fun."

When the smoke cleared, he stood again—taller than before. Bulkier. His body had transformed once more, fangs twice as long, claws like swords. His emerald eyes blazed like stars from a nightmare.

The black goo pulsed faster now, synced with the beating of his heart.

Envy backed away, climbing higher onto shattered stone platforms. His chest tightened, heart pounding, his limbs aching from the strain.

But the thing was spreading too fast. It wasn’t just chasing him—it was suffocating the path, draining the light.

The moment the goo touched the base of the wall—it climbed with terrifying speed.

Envy jumped again—but one tendril whipped upward and grazed his boot.

It burned through leather and flesh.

"ARRRHH!!"

Envy screamed, pain flooding his leg. The flesh around his ankle bubbled, black veins spreading outward.

His leg trembled. Something was crawling under his skin—something cold and... wicked one?

"You feel it now, don’t you?"

Camazotz said, voice low and intimate, "Whether you like it or not... you will soon be one of us."

He approached slowly, deliberately, towering like a god of rot. Mist coiled around him like snakes, forming a cloak of living death.

Envy’s vision wavered. His breath came in shallow gasps. Sweat dripped from his brow. His leg was burning, and something inside his body... shifted. His blood felt too thick. His thoughts... darker.

But he gritted his teeth... No. He wasn’t done yet!!!

Not while he could still move... Not while he still had arrows left to fire.

Not while even a shred of him remained who he was.

His eyes blazed furiously,

"I will never be one of you!" He shouted as ready for another round.

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