Vault of Divine Madness
Vansis and Selvia Blake weren’t your typical siblings. Sure, they fought like cats and dogs, but their family came with a unique feature: they couldn’t die if they killed each other. Beheaded? Disemboweled? Thrown off a cliff? They’d wake up an hour later, annoyed but alive.
For the twins, this was a lifestyle choice. They called it training. Everyone else called it deeply unsettling.
Things got messy after their dad kicked the bucket under suspiciously peaceful circumstances, leaving behind a cryptic will and zero instructions. One ill-advised trip to a creepy underground altar later, Selvia couldn’t resist touching a glowing rune Vansis specifically told her not to touch. Boom. Magic powers, new world, total chaos.
Now, Vansis is stuck babysitting Selvia, who decided to take a coma-level nap just when everything started trying to kill them. Survival’s tough enough, but he’s got one rule: nobody kills Selvia except me.
(Author’s note: Hey, just a heads-up—this story is kinda a side project, so don’t expect updates past the first chapter anytime soon. I’ve got another novel to wrap up first, and trust me, it’s eating up all my free time.
That said, I’d love to hear your thoughts, ideas, or even wild theories about where this could go—I’ll definitely keep them in mind for whenever I circle back to this chaos. Thanks for sticking around, and I promise, this will eventually gets updated, hopefully)
