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There was no good word for what Istvan was to Erik. He'd been the end of one life and the start of another. He'd provided for him, taught him, molded him. They were alike, but not the same.
He might have remained caught, unsure if he wanted to be Istvan or be with Istvan, had Istvan not left him behind to go on crusade and in his absence, left Erik's feelings to grow into something uncontrollable.
A collection of scenes from 1391-1399.
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- Part 1 of Sinner's Devotion
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04 Jun 2026
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Post-KCD2. Sam and Henry reconnect in Kolín.
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06 Apr 2026
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“Penumbra (n.) — a part of a shadow where the light is not wholly gone, used especially of the half-shadow cast during an eclipse.”
Evil does not reproduce; it perfects itself. And the Lord does not halt wheels that men themselves insist on turning.
Some would argue whether Henry pushed or István leapt. But they should note, perhaps, that God kept His silence as ever.
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This work is a large-scale István Tóth bildungsroman covering 1372–1403 and is intended as a hypothetical prequel to his main KCD narrative.
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17 Mar 2026
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Erik’s alive, and he can’t eat. The last thing he had today was his mother’s breakfast.
An exploration into the early days between Erik and Ištván.
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14 Jul 2025
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Erik listens to the ragged rattle of his breaths as he stares down at the murky puddle of mud before him. You won, he tells himself, then again when his body offers only a yawning pit where his heart would be. You won. An ache so encompassing he feels hollowed out.
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He shouts again, finally reaching for his sword where it still stood in the dirt. He tries to suck in another breath as he grips the sword guard on either side of the blade. His arms ache as he lifts the weight of the sword up until he can rest the tip of it against the hollow of his throat. He kneels and can barely feel the bite of the blade over the pounding in his head, the roaring sound of blood in his ears, and the heavy thud of his heart. Even if he didn’t cut through it, he’d hit something else important.
“Fucking whoreson,” he whimpers, arms quivering in exertion as they kept the sword raised. “Do it.”~
a retelling of the endgame segment from Erik's perspectiveBookmarked by LuchaLiebe
10 Jun 2025