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The realm of dusk and dying embers hummed with ancient power.
Jungkook and Taehyung stood side by side, feeling the weight of the crown still glowing faintly between their fingers.
The Forgotten watched silently from shadows — spirits and echoes of gods who once ruled over time, fate, and flame.
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The moment the crown touched their skin, something inside them shifted.
Jungkook’s heart thundered — not from fear, but from recognition.
Memories flashed behind his closed eyes:
A throne of ash and fire, waiting for him.
A voice whispering promises of freedom.
A battle waged long ago — a battle he’d once lost.
Taehyung’s breath came faster, his tattoos glowing brighter, pulsing with power that hummed in the very air.
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From the shadows, the cloaked figure spoke again:
“The crown awakens what lies dormant — your power, your past… and your burden.”
“You will remember things no mortal should bear.”
“Old wounds will open.”
“Old enemies will rise.”
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Jungkook swallowed hard, but his grip on Taehyung’s hand tightened.
“If this is what it takes,” he said, “then so be it.”
Taehyung nodded.
“We’ve carried pain before. We’ll carry it again.”
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The figure’s eyes glowed with unspoken sorrow.
“You walk a dangerous path.”
“Your love defies divine law — and that law will not forget.”
“But within you lies the power to change the rules.”
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Suddenly, the shadows shifted.
From the gloom stepped other shapes — former gods, each with their own scars and stories.
One stepped forward, eyes like molten silver.
“Jungkook,” the god said, voice gravelly but kind, “you are not the first to wear the crown.”
“You must learn from us — or be consumed.”
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The Forgotten gathered around the two lovers, their voices weaving stories of rebellion, sacrifice, and hope.
They spoke of a time before Heaven’s rule — when gods walked freely, and mortals and immortals shared a fragile balance.
They told of those who dared to love beyond divine law — and paid the price.
But also of those who dared to fight — and rewrote fate itself.
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Jungkook’s eyes burned with a new fire.
“This is why we were brought here.”
“To learn.”
“To prepare.”
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Outside the rift, the world trembled.
The Seraphim’s hunt would not end.
Heaven was gathering its forces.
Jungkook and Taehyung were no longer running — they were standing.
And with the crown of dust and flame, they would fight.
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Sanctuary of Sins
FanfictionHe was a priest. The boy was a curse. They were never meant to love each other- but they already had. In every lifetime.
