Featured: Cosplay Lara Croft (Tomb Raider: Underwold)
Chapter 1: The Temple Of Durga
“Radha! Come here, you hussy!”
The girl, instead of obeying, ran away. She reached the jungle, but at the limits of the forest she stopped - she had never gone in there and a cobra would probably bite her or a tiger would tear her in pieces, but even that seemed better than to go back - and there was only him. No, she would never go back.
Stumbling over the ends of her sari, with jingling beads at her neck and wrists, she pushed herself through the vegetation. Thorns scraped the beautiful fabric, but she didn't stop until she was very, very deep in the jungle, and failed to return.
She looked around. Yes, she would die there. It was as good a place as any. She hadn't heard of any woman left to starve or be devoured by wild beasts. Usually, the girls who shared her fate cast themselves into the river, into a well, or the pyre where their deceased husband was burning. But she, Radha, would die there.
She took some steps further. The jungle soon cleared, and to her surprise, t
Listen, my little one, because I'm going to tell you a story.
At the beginning of time, the gods descended to Earth and joined the daughters of mortals. From their union were born the first Nephili, the High Breed, to which you belong. For centuries they walked on the Earth, expelled from Paradise due to their illegitimate birth, and lived among mortals, passing onto them their wisdom. But mortals were capricious and fickle, so, tired of them, the Blessed founded a city in the land of Cappadocia to live, a city which they called Eden.
They struggled to survive for centuries, as the mortals considered them as deadly demons, and although their power was immense, they were finally defeated by an infamous mortal Order called the Lux Veritatis. Those damned chased them relentlessly until almost eliminating them. The last Nephilim, whose mortal name was Joachim Karel, was perhaps the most illustrious of them all. He was your father, my child. With his prolific seed I fecundated my uterus
Chapter 29: It's A Girl
A warm breeze blew through the garden of Croft Manor. A few meters from there was the cemetery and the family chapel, where a slender woman, dressed in an elegant black dress and her hair in a bun, was standing before a fresh grave. The tombstone read:
WERNER VON CROY
1932 – 2002
Requiescat in pace
“A chance to forgive,” Lara muttered, placing a rose on the gravestone. “I'm sorry, Werner. Wish I hadn’t been so proud.”
She had his remains brought from Paris and buried there, together with her ancestors. He'd forever have a place of honor in her memory, for he had made her who she was.
She turned and slowly left the cemetery. A few steps away from the gates, a strong man, attractive despite his sullen expression, was looking at her memorial statue, carved when she'd been left for dead. “Y'know, it doesn’t do you justice,” Kurtis said. “If I were you I'd have it removed. Not nice to have your grave always in sight.
Chapter 28: Werner's Letter
A dirge filled the air, the only sound in the monastery, while the first flicker of dawn was breaking on the horizon.
Lara went through the trapdoor. This time it was Minos who guided her, still dizzy because of the mystical experience. Upon seeing the group of monks kneeling in the center of the yard, whose walls and floors were charred as if it had been on fire, she frowned. “What are you doing?”
“We pray the office for the dead,” Nikos said, standing up. “We’ve lost the Lux Veritatis warrior.”
Minos cried in dismay. “Impossible! The ritual was fulfilled! Miss Croft...”
“What happened?” She interrupted with a commanding voice.
Nikos looked at her doubtfully. “He killed the Nephilim, sinking the Shard in his heart. But the devil took his last boost to drag him down,” he pointed to the window, still splattered in white blood. “Both fell i