Book 8. Malum Consilium

๐Œ๐š๐ฅ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐‚๐จ๐ง๐ฌ๐ข๐ฅ๐ข๐ฎ๐ฆ (๐Œ๐‚): ๐๐ซ๐ข๐ฆ๐จ๐ซ๐๐ข๐š๐ฅ ๐‡๐ฎ๐ง๐ ๐ž๐ซ.

๐˜ฝ๐™š๐™›๐™ค๐™ง๐™š ๐™ค๐™—๐™จ๐™š๐™จ๐™จ๐™ž๐™ค๐™ฃ, ๐™—๐™š๐™›๐™ค๐™ง๐™š ๐™ฅ๐™ค๐™จ๐™จ๐™š๐™จ๐™จ๐™ž๐™ค๐™ฃโ€”๐™ฉ๐™๐™š๐™ง๐™š ๐™ž๐™จ ๐™๐™ช๐™ฃ๐™œ๐™š๐™ง.

There is a moment, a fracture in time, before the mind twists into something singular. Before obsession blooms like a sickness, before devotion corrodes into something eternalโ€”there is only want. No love. No illusion of affection. Only the brutal, inescapable reality of prey and predator.

This is Malum Consilium.

๐“๐ก๐ž ๐›๐ข๐ซ๐ญ๐ก ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฆ๐จ๐ง๐ฌ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ. ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐ฆ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž๐ง๐ญ ๐›๐ž๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ๐ž ๐ฉ๐จ๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ข๐จ๐ง ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ง๐ฌ ๐ญ๐จ ๐œ๐ฅ๐š๐ข๐ฆ๐ข๐ง๐ . ๐๐ฎ๐ซ๐ž, ๐ฆ๐ž๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐๐ข๐œ๐š๐ฅ ๐ฏ๐ข๐จ๐ฅ๐ž๐ง๐œ๐ž.

This is not a love story. There are no soft edges, no pretense, no fantasy of salvation. These are not yet yanderesโ€”only creatures of instinct, of desire, of hunger so consuming it leaves nothing untouched. They are loyal, yes. But that does not mean they are human.

These stories are ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ญ๐˜บ for those who understand what Dead Dove truly means.