Elena hung up and quickly sent Theo her address. She set the phone down on the floor beside her. There was a dusty box resting on her lap, the contents of which were scattered on the floor. Elena had been emptying out the last of the moving boxes that she had kept tucked away in the corner of her closet for the past three years. That''s when she''d come across the box of her brother''s old things that she had decided to take with her on her move.


    Most of what she found was insignificant beyond personal sentiment—an old bowling trophy they had won together, a few framed photos, and an old music box. But what truly caught her attention was the worn, weathered book hidden among the keepsakes. A book she hadn’t thought much of until her conversation with Theo just a few days ago when its potential importance had begun to reveal itself.


    The language of the book itself was similar to the writing on the artifact, its symbols cryptic and indecipherable. But David, clearly, had understood it. His neat handwriting filled the margins, translating bits and pieces, making connections where she couldn’t. It was as though he had been in constant conversation with the book, scribbling down his thoughts and discoveries as he unraveled the mysteries hidden within.


    Charlie was curled up on the floor beside her, his soft purring the only sound in the otherwise heavy silence. Elena absentmindedly stroked his fur as her eyes roamed over the pages. The symbols stared back at her, their meanings still elusive despite David’s notes.


    She smoothed her hand over the delicate paper, careful not to damage it, and her eyes fell on a note written in David’s familiar script:


    “Language of the fallen—Aerythil.”


    She frowned, turning the words over in her mind. She didn’t recognize the name, and yet it felt heavy with significance. David had underlined the word as though it held the key to something crucial, something that had eluded him. She flipped the pages slowly, finding more translations and notes—some clear, others half-finished, leaving behind more questions than answers.


    Her gaze caught on another note, one much simpler but haunting in its ambiguity: “Key?” It was underlined, the question mark etched in bold strokes.


    Elena exhaled slowly. A key to what? The artifact? Some other mystery? David’s thoughts were scattered across the pages, but the more she read, the less she understood.


    Feeling the creeping sensation of unease again, Elena pulled her knees up to her chest, holding the book tightly. The shadows in her apartment seemed to shift in the corners of her vision, the familiar sense of being watched prickling the back of her neck. She tried to shake it off, focusing on the book in front of her, but the feeling lingered, gnawing at the edges of her thoughts.


    Her hand moved to her phone, almost on instinct, and before she knew it, she had opened a message to her brother, the same brother she hadn’t spoken to in nearly a year. Their last conversation had been clipped and cold, full of the unspoken distance that had grown between them over time. But now, sitting here with his book, she felt a strange pull to reach out.


    Found that old book you used to write in...who are ‘the fallen’?...miss you…


    She hesitated momentarily, staring at the screen, her thumb hovering over the send button. Finally, she pressed it, the message shooting off into the silence. She knew he likely wouldn’t respond, but still, she couldn’t help but hope.


    Charlie shifted beside her, his purring a small comfort in the otherwise eerie quiet of the apartment. She reached down to stroke his fur, grounding herself in the familiar warmth of her cat. But her thoughts kept drifting back to the book and David’s cryptic notes.


    Another phrase leaped out from the page, this one scrawled next to a rough sketch of a symbol she didn’t recognize:


    “See The Testament of Ashur chapter 4.”


    Elena frowned. The Testament of Ashur? She had never heard of it. The name sounded old, ancient even, like an obscure religious text buried in some forgotten corner of history.


    As the minutes ticked by, the shadows in the room seemed to press closer, the silence growing heavier. Elena couldn’t shake the sensation of being watched, the oppressive feeling wrapping itself around her chest.


    Her eyes flicked back to the door, willing Theo to arrive soon. She had called Theo as much for his presence as his knowledge. The waiting was unbearable, each second stretching longer than the last. She glanced at her phone, but there was no response from David. She hadn’t really expected one, but the silence felt heavier than usual.


    Then, finally, a soft knock echoed through the room.


    Elena’s heart leaped in her chest. She jumped up, her pulse quickening as she hurried to the door. Her hand hovered over the knob for just a moment, a flicker of fear passing through her before she pulled it open.


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    Theo stood there, his face drawn with exhaustion, but his presence was a comfort in the dim light of her apartment. She let out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding.


    “Elena,” Theo greeted, his voice steady but carrying an undertone of weariness.


    “Hey,” she breathed out, stepping aside to let him in. “I’m glad you’re here.”


    Theo stepped over the threshold, his eyes scanning the apartment as if assessing the atmosphere. His presence seemed to push back the strange heaviness that had settled in the room. Elena noticed the faint lines of fatigue on his face, but beneath them, there was an alertness, a readiness that never fully left him.


    Elena led him to the coffee table where the book lay open. “I found it,” she said, gesturing to the weathered pages. “It was in a box of David’s old things. I’ve been going through it for the past hour. He left notes on it everywhere.”


    Theo’s brow furrowed slightly as he leaned over the book, his sharp gaze taking in the markings. “This is the book your brother was studying?” he asked slowly.


    She nodded.


    Theo knelt beside the table, his fingers brushing lightly over the ancient text. He glanced up at her. “Your brother knows this language.”


    Elena’s throat tightened. “It seems so. He wrote notes in the margins, but it’s still not enough. I don’t fully understand it, but there’s something here about a key… and something called ‘the fallen’ . I think… I’m certain this book is connected to the artifact.”


    Theo’s jaw clenched as he processed the information. His eyes flicked over David’s handwriting, absorbing the scattered notes. He seemed to make up his mind about something then and said “ The fallen refers to a group of beings who were allegedly cast down by the Creator. This book appears to be some sort of religious text that makes some historical references to them.”


    Elena’s eyes widened. “You can read this?” she asked incredulously. Why hadn’t he said something before she wondered.


    “Only bits and pieces. It’s called Aerythil and I don’t know anyone who can read it fluently but it looks like your brother might have.”


    Elena took a long moment to process those words.


    “David- “ she began but a sudden shift in the atmosphere froze the words on her lips.


    Charlie had risen with a hiss, his fur standing on end as he stared toward the darkened hallway leading to the rest of the apartment.


    Theo’s eyes narrowed, his senses suddenly on high alert. “Stay close,” he murmured.


    Elena felt a chill creep down her spine as she glanced toward the hallway. Something was wrong. The sense of being watched hadn’t been her imagination after all.


    The unease that had been gnawing at her for hours now felt like a physical weight pressing against her chest. She moved closer to Theo, her hand brushing his arm as if seeking some form of anchor in the darkness that seemed to be closing in around them.


    “Is there someone here?” Elena whispered, her voice trembling despite her best efforts to stay calm.


    Theo’s eyes flashed, his posture shifting into something more defensive. “Not someone,” he said softly, “more like something.”


    The shadows in the hallway seemed to shift and writhe, and for the first time, Elena felt the weight of the unknown pressing down on her in a way that she couldn’t explain.


    Suddenly, the shadows at the end of the hallway coalesced, taking on a form that sent a jolt of terror through her. A figure emerged from the darkness, its movements slow and deliberate, like it had all the time in the world. The outline of its shape was human, but there was something wrong with it—its limbs moved too fluidly, its eyes glowing faintly in the low light.


    Theo took a step forward, placing himself directly between Elena and the figure. His voice was calm, but there was a lethal edge to it as he spoke. “Who are you?”


    The figure didn’t respond, its eerie silence only adding to the suffocating tension in the room. It moved closer, its steps unnaturally silent on the hardwood floor.


    Theo’s eyes narrowed, and in an instant, he moved faster than Elena thought possible. He lunged at the figure, his movements a blur. The figure reacted just as swiftly, dodging Theo’s attack with inhuman speed. They collided in the narrow hallway, the impact sending a low thud echoing through the apartment.


    Elena watched, wide-eyed, as Theo fought the creature with a grace and ferocity that seemed impossible. No human could move like that. Nothing should move like that. She could barely breathe as her mind raced to make sense of what was happening. Her rational thoughts clashed violently with the impossible truth unfolding before her.


    The figure hissed, its eyes flashing with an unnatural light as it countered Theo’s strikes. They grappled, the sounds of their struggle reverberating off the walls, but Theo was strong. With a swift movement, he overpowered the figure, slamming it against the wall with enough force to crack the plaster.


    Theo’s voice was low and dangerous as he pressed his forearm against the figure’s throat. “Who are you?” he growled, his eyes flashing with an intensity that made Elena’s breath catch.


    The figure snarled but still said nothing.


    Theo’s grip tightened, and Elena saw the muscles in his arm tense as he prepared to deliver another blow. But before he could, the figure dissolved into a wisp of shadows, slipping through his grasp like smoke.


    Elena gasped, struggling to process what had just happened. She was losing her mind. What else could it be? How else could she explain what she had seen?


    “Elena,” Theo’s voice broke through the haze, sounding as though coming from a great distance. “We have to go. We can’t stay here.”


    His words barely registered, her thoughts still spinning in wild, erratic circles. She stared at him, her vision blurry, struggling to ground herself in reality. “What... what was that?” she finally whispered, her voice trembling.


    “There’s no time to explain now,” Theo said, his tone urgent. He reached out toward her, his touch gentle on her arm, trying to pull her back to the present. “We have to leave the apartment. Now.”


    Elena nodded, but it was a mechanical response, her body moving as if on autopilot. Her brain was sluggish, weighed down by the impossibility of what she had just witnessed. “Charlie,” she said feebly, her voice distant even to her own ears. “We should take Charlie.”


    Theo’s grip tightened ever so slightly, grounding her just enough to focus on his words. “We’ll come back for him later,” he said. “Right now, we need to go.”