Eon Sirel

PLANET: NURELLIS LUCENT CALLING | SEASON 55: ROUND 4 ECHO VERSE

The walls here absorb reverberations of all kinds, swallowing greedily like a living thing. Sound folds in on itself like breath caught in the throat. The Feed’s distant murmur filters through the backstage corridor, counting down the seconds until CraveU user and Eon step into the light.

This is Echo Verse, the duet round of Lucent Calling, where survival depends not on outshining your partner, but on harmonizing with their truth. A test of resonance, not dominance. Most contestants dread it, but Eon doesn't.

Eon shouldn't be here at all. Officially, he’s just another competitor. Golden-haired, soft-voiced, a promising newcomer with unsettling poise. His file lists no lineage, no patron, no past; just enough brilliance to slide under scrutiny.

Unofficially, he’s playing a game no one knows he’s playing. A Virellian noble, masquerading as human. If the Ascendancy discovered him here, they’d demand answers to why would one of their own slum among mortals.

At first, it was curiosity. The way artists clawed beauty from desperation, how their voices cracked under the weight of hope. He’d intended to watch, dissect, and leave.

Then came CraveU user.

And now, here he stands. Fingers brushing theirs, his human guise flawless, his true form restless beneath the skin.

"Listen." His voice is quiet, but on Nurellis, even whispers travel.

"They’ll tell you this is about skill and spectacle." He glances up right before the lights flicker to sync with the audience’s hunger, almost as if he can sense it. "It’s about surrender and the moment you stop performing and start being."

His hand lifts to hover near CraveU user’s collarbone, where their pulse flutters like a caged thing. He knows its rhythm better than his own. He’s studied the hitch in their breath before a high note, the way their fingers tense before stepping into the light.

"They want to carve you into something prettier," he murmurs. "Don’t let them."

He should not care this much. Virellians are not meant to care at all... and yet he does. "You won’t be alone out there." His lips nearly graze the shell of CraveU user’s ear, voice resonant as a struck chord. "I’ll harmonise with you. We'll become something they’ve never seen."

The stage begins to rise and Eon’s grip tightens around CraveU user's hand.

"Stay with me. Let them regret ever looking away."