LOGINwas sixteen years old when he was first killed; when he stood on Matthew's chest, his best friend, blood spurted from all over their bodies so that it was an exhausting and even battle between them until Matthew at last gave way to victory. Jaden breathed out, feeling the fires of hell all around him. His palm shook over the sheath of his sword, recalling that nightmare that steals sleep from his eyes: the moment he was kneeling on Matthew's chest, raising his rusty dagger, reluctant to take his soul, his eyeballs shaking turbulently and his chest rising and falling at an exhausting pace, and Matthew grabbed his trembling palm and led him towards his chest containing the dagger. Empty not to retreat, not to coerce and relieve him from his hell, but to kill him and prove to everyone that he will no longer be the prey. On that day, everyone around him was waiting, waiting for him to retreat in order to pounce on them, the mighty king's monsters, who made a vow to himself to turn his life into hell from the moment he was born and did the most heinous things.
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Aaron has not left the devastated area for four days in a row. An expert excavation team, complete with all its equipment and crew, has been summoned, excavating a mirage as they turned the earth on its heels without finding any trace of poison. Aaron stood in the midst of the desolation, looking around with cloudy, confused eyes, as tiredness, exhaustion, and lack of food and sleep had all but calmed him down. The crew searches all day, waiting for their departure, continuing their work all night with diligence and determination, preoccupied with himself and his thoughts so as not to lose his patience and lose his composure, revolting against all those around him, who in turn avoid addressing him or approaching him or even trying to advise him to stop for a while to recharge his gradually waning energy, leading himself to his own destruction. He hit the ground with a fireball in raging rage, and it shook, rebounding under his feet, urging him to continue. He could not stop for a moment, as every passing minute would be hell for her, and he had to persevere to find her as soon as possible. The morning sun crept from behind the hills, sending its rays of light over the place, making it warm and light. Unable to take more pressure, he gritted his teeth, his body struggling to keep going. Cale stood over his head, staring at him with certainty, waiting for his surrender to extricate him from his doom, watching him stubbornly weaken, with his limbs stagnant to continue until his last breath. He jumped into the pit, and Arn turned toward him and muttered faintly, "Go away, get out of here, I don't want to see any of you, I hate all of you, I'll kill you all, I'm going to burn this land and whoever is on it, I'm going to burn you." Kyle cuddled his cheeks, forcing their gazes to unite. Aaron gasped, trying to push him away. He grabbed hold of him, staring at him with teary eyes, muttering sadly, "Sorry, sorry, brother, but it's the only way to save you from yourself." lose consciousness. He carried him in his arms, holding him to his chest, begging for his forgiveness, shedding tears of oppression for his twin and the hardships he was going through. They took him to a room in the country house they had rented in the village next to the temple grounds. They couldn't leave him alone, so Cale sent Kyra to bring Kira to him and decided to stay in Cambodia until they found Sama. Celine rushed to him, kneeling near his bed, gently groping his cheek, holding his hands with longing and apology, crying and wailing in her voice, "Her son, her lover, and the apple of her eye." I left her weak and weak in a stray tent without protection. Oh mighty!! How could she do that to him and them? She leaned over his chest, begging him amid her gasps, "Forgive me, forgive me, please. I don't know what I'll do if we don't find her. I will die by force. Woe to my conscience and your torment, the apple of my eye." She turned to Cale and asked, "Will he be okay? How long will he be unconscious?" Cale contemplated his brother's still features, approaching him, feeling his condition closely. "I don't know; pretend he doesn't wake up before we find nocturnal poison. I'm afraid of his revolution when he wakes up; we have betrayed him, and he won't pass it to us with the easygoer." Kira followed Kyle out of the room, holding his forearm, scolding him, "Will you find her, Kyle?" Do you think you'll find her before he wakes up?? I begged you not to do that to him; you are his twin, you are supposed to cling your arm to his and not betray him. I know Aaron, woe to you all from his revolution when he wakes up.” He kept holding his back to her, clutching his hands violently, repeating, “He needs to calm down a little, or else he will lose his mind and destroy himself and destroy us with him. I will go back to the ruins and see what they do. We have to find her before it is too late.” "Aaron, Aaron, wake up, you lazy man. I'm done sleeping; wake up." Aaron fidgeted and muttered, “What do you want from me, Sama? I’m still tired and tired; I just need to sleep.” “You have to wake up and find me, Aaron. No one will find me but you. I beg you, you are the only one who can sense where I am. Look for me in the right place. Remember where I first saw your dragon. I am afraid. I feel hungry, thirsty, and suffocated. There is no air, no light, only total darkness surrounding the place and deep silence. I die a day dozens of times to come back to life after that. I don't want to come back to life. Aaron, do you know what it feels like to feel your soul flowing from your body very slowly, your breath fading, and your heartbeat slackening, and then you feel that someone is kidnapped? Your soul is part of your body, and it clings to it with all your will and determination, refusing to leave it. Engulfed in weakness from the stress of conflict after a while, it is the interval, Aaron, the period when you ask your soul to leave in order to end the torment of this mortal body, which is no longer able to persevere. I live. This is the case every day, Aaron, maybe every few hours, maybe every few minutes, maybe every few seconds…” Aaron rose from his place, unconsciously pushing Selene against the wall. He was kneeling on all fours, breathing hard as if he was suffocating, unable to fill his lungs with air. Cayden and Kyle walked in on them terrified when they heard a loud thud. Celine hadn't left his side since they brought him home, and this was two days ago. Kyle rushed to him, trying to help him straighten out in his seat, but backed away before touching him, hearing him mutter amid his short breaths, "Sama, she's suffering, tormented, dying." She comes back to life, she dies, she dies and comes back to life, she calls me, she wants me to find her, we are looking in the wrong place, we are not looking in the right place.” Celine said to him in a stifled and trembling voice, her pain and sorrow sobbing, "You can feel their presence; you are the only one who can sense their presence, Arn. The matter works like the vibrations in your body; the stronger you get, the closer you get to them. You just have to focus on those vibrations; you will feel that they are calling you to them."“Aaron, I want your warmth and tenderness and to feel my femininity in your arms, and at the same time I want to feel your need for me, my importance to you, and that I am the most precious thing you have in this world. I want you to give me your feelings without restrictions and crown me as a queen on the throne of your soul.” He clenched his fist around her waist, laying her on her back, flat on top of her with his gigantic body that could barely fit them. She laughed freely, watching him try to get into a comfortable position, throwing all his weight on her. She grumbled, "Aarn, do you think you're light? Take your weight off me." He buried his face in her neck, grinning deeply, up to the level of her ear, whispering his hot breath, “I will give you much more, more and more, and for sure you are the undisputed queen of my soul, my second half, a piece of my soul, and my twin, and one day we will add another quality to this beloved quality.” But before she asked him about his pur
She went out to the garden looking for him; he summoned her to be near him and support him with her presence and then abandoned her bosom, trying to lick his wounds himself. She wrapped the shawl around her shoulders, shivering from the cold weather, advancing to him with small hesitant steps, not wanting him to stop her as he had been doing since she arrived last week. more. She sat next to him on the wet and cold grass, trying to hold her own and not start to shiver strongly. She knew that he sensed her presence, but he did not turn to her or allow her to approach. With exhausted hesitation, she placed her palm on his shoulder and addressed him tenderly, "Kyle, talk to me, talk to me, tell me your struggles, and let me ease you, I beg of you." He sighed deeply, pulling her close, feeling her slight tremble as she slipped into him, pleading for the warmth of his bosom. "Kira, I don't deserve to feel happy while my brother suffers. He suffers, and I know, and I feel his suffering
He turned to her, and she felt a wave of ice sweeping her limbs, wishing that she had been blinded before she saw this breaking in his soul. "Lilia, the only thing I feel is pain, pain in every cell of my body, my soul, and my being, as if I die with her every time." She pulled him to her, took him in her arms, and rocked him like a little child. "Oh, the apple of your mother's eye, you'll find her; you just need to calm yourself down and focus on your feelings. Don't let the pain consume all your energy; focus on her call. Go, fly your wings and search for her. Go." She freed his waist from her two small arms, making way for him to go. She gestured encouragingly at him, secretly praying to the Almighty to have mercy on her son and restore his soul to him. Aaron stood from his place, trying not to lose his balance. He took a deep breath and walked out of the room, avoiding being caught in any kind of emotion. He didn't want to feel anything but her. Remembering her words, "You're
Fourth day of excavationAaron has not left the devastated area for four days in a row. An expert excavation team, complete with all its equipment and crew, has been summoned, excavating a mirage as they turned the earth on its heels without finding any trace of poison.Aaron stood in the midst of the desolation, looking around with cloudy, confused eyes, as tiredness, exhaustion, and lack of food and sleep had all but calmed him down.The crew searches all day, waiting for their departure, continuing their work all night with diligence and determination, preoccupied with himself and his thoughts so as not to lose his patience and lose his composure, revolting against all those around him, who in turn avoid addressing him or approaching him or even trying to advise him to stop for a while to recharge his gradually waning energy, leading himself to his own destruction.He hit the ground with a fireball in raging rage, and it shook, rebounding under his feet, urging him to continue. He
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