TO LIE DIVINE

Before kingdoms crowned emperors, before men ruled maps and called them nations, the stars ruled the sky — and one voice echoed their will. The Supreme Oracle. A child born under fractured constellations, veins spun from stardust, eyes etched with light. They cannot lie. They cannot bend truth. They cannot dream of futures that are not already written. Their tongue is a blade. Their breath, a curse. Their existence, sacred — and doomed. For each truth spoken by the Oracle demands a price. Empires crumble. Bloodlines fall. And love, should it blossom, withers under divine weight. To speak is to wound. To feel is to lose. To live… is to be hunted. And yet, the stars — ever cruel and curious — once whispered a prophecy, hidden in the folds of silence: “When frost drinks fire and the sky forgets its name, when silence wraps itself in red and the chained heart dares to beat— the oracle shall weep, the guardian shall fall, and from death’s embrace, a lie shall awaken that even fate cannot undo.” A prophecy so quiet the gods themselves turned away, afraid it might come true. The world listens to Oracles—but when one speaks their absolute truth, the heavens take in return the life they love the most. So the greatest Oracles learn to lie. And none lie better than him....