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Part 2 of Black and White
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Published:
2025-12-15
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2026-03-19
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23/?
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The Table of Kings

Summary:

Three months after the events of Black and White, strange events begin to occur in the world of the White Lynx. Unsettling dreams and visions begin to plague the squad, and Nyx's devils begin to fall ill. A long dead heart begins to beat again.

And now five baby magical beasts have shown up at the door, the likes of which have never been seen before.

Now responsible for five children as the world heads for the shitter, they desperately need help.

So, as a last resort, they bring the Black Bulls to their world. Living in a world foreign to them, can they help their friends protect their home and the people they hold closest to their hearts?

And are they any good at child-rearing?

 
NOTE: THIS IS A DIRECT SEQUEL TO BLACK AND WHITE AND CONTAINS HEAVY SPOILERS FOR THAT FIC AS A RESULT.

Notes:

The first thing returning readers will probably notice is the blank stats on this fic and the lack of a new chapter despite appearing as if it recently updated. Why? The demons in my head won and I deleted the fic. I assumed that I wouldn't revisit it again. However! Some of my fandom friends got interested in the prequel and said they'd love to read the sequel too. They gave me lots of support and encouragement, I reread Black and White and got hyped, and I started remembering how much fun I used to have writing this, so GUESS WHO IS BACK?! The power of friendship is REAL! Thank you guys so much for your support. It made me remember a love I had forgotten.

I was a very new author when I initially published this so I used to obsess over stats and that made me insecure. Well, not this time! Falling into Vanigrey shipping hell trained me to write for myself and myself alone! All those zeros on the stats for this version represent a fresh start, and it has very much revived this for me. And yes, part of being a new writer at the time meant this fic is not one of my best works, simply because I got more experience with writing more fics so later ones are just naturally better. However, the original version of this was my most-hit fic and had over 30 kudos, so clearly I must've been doing something people liked. Keeping that in mind, this has been reuploaded almost exactly as it was originally, and I'll be picking up where I left off, too. It gets better as it goes on, because it's been running for two years now and you can see where I start to improve as it goes along. It's been growing alongside me. Hopefully, I'll be able to upload a new chapter soon as well, to finally get the best part of the story going and to make up for yanking it off the Archive.

So... would you like to come along on this ride with me again?

Chapter 1: Actions Have Consequences

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When Typhoeus finally fell, the entire continent felt it. People cheered as the great dragon plummeted from the sky, scattering great plumes of smoke and ash in his wake as he burned alive.

Across the kingdom, people stared in awe as the foul creature broke up into flaming pieces like an asteroid entering the atmosphere. Horns, bones and teeth fell from the sky in a deadly shower – a truly humiliating and rather literal fall from grace for an ancient tyrant.

The very earth shuddered as his dying, screaming body impacted it with a great crash. The wind whistled through his bones as they were exposed for the sun to see. The rivers he’d fouled began to flow once more with clean water, rippling somewhat from the impact of the devil’s fall. And those greedy flames gnawed hungrily at his flesh, crackling with delight, gobbling up the carcass before it disintegrated.

The Red Dragon, king of beasts, had fallen.

The humans had risen against him and won. They’d slain the King of Devils, a monster of pure evil whose power had even enabled him to take a demon’s form. As the people cheered and began to rebuild their towns and cities, the Clover Kingdom began to revive, returning from the brink.

Among the banquets, the festivals, the statements of captains and royals, there was no shortage of jubilation. This was another victory for the humans. After fending off the elves, the Spade Kingdom and now the Red Dragon, there were whispers of human superiority. Humanity bloomed with pride.

But pride always comes before a fall. Every action has consequences. No good deed goes unpunished.

News of the dragon king’s death reached all corners of the kingdom. How could it not? He was so huge he blocked out the sun, and his fiery end could be seen by all. For weeks, people kept stumbling upon stray body parts that had been scattered across the land. The very earth had been scarred by him, criss-crossing fissures snaking across the kingdom. From the Forsaken Realm to Raquey, there wasn’t a single person who didn’t know of the demonic devil and his brief reign of terror.

The King of Devils had fallen. This, everybody knew. Everybody. Hungry eyes turned to the Underworld's empty throne.

Every choice comes with a price. The bigger an action, the bigger its consequence. And devil regicide was perhaps one of the greatest actions of all – and it carried with it a suitably hefty toll.

The end was just beginning.