Aizen Drip の小説・ストーリー

The sun begins to lower through the sky, leaving orange glints reflecting off all the metals in the satellite dishes and vents that lead up here. I walk briskly closer until I'm completely behind him, watching his ink-covered back muscles tense with every blow. -Azael- I say this time, trying to normalize my breathing. Amon hits the bag looser before turning around. His torso is naked and a few beads of sweat fall down his black-colored body. His mouth is ajar to breathe easier and his chest goes up and down frantically. -What are you doing here? -question. His voice makes me shiver.

In my mind? Is this day going to get any worse?. However I decide not to freak out, to at least see where all this is going to. Because I really need answers. Desperately. "Okay, so who are you? And why are you in my head?. Wait...better question. How on Earth are u in my head?" "We share a bond Azura. I can communicate with you through that bond". The sweet voice said again. Is that really necessary? That happens in real life?

“I do. Please, Lisa. Just drink it.” For a long moment, Lisa just stared at him, her chest rising and falling with rapid breaths. Then, slowly, she reached out and took the glass from his hand. She hesitated for a moment, her eyes locking with his. “You’re doing this because you love me,” she whispered, her voice trembling. Ace nodded, his throat tight. “I am.” She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and then drank the water in one long gulp. Ace watched as she set the glass down, already feeling the guilt settling in his stomach. Lisa lay back down on the bed, her eyelids growing heavy as the drug began to take effect.

Lyra's pov The war council meets at dawn. That gives me one night, one chance. Aziel will drink from the silver cup I polish every evening, the one he keeps on the desk in his private study. I measured the hemlock three times. Clear liquid, no scent, death in less than an hour. I labeled the vial myself: small blue dot on the cork. Foolproof. I slip through the side corridor, tray balanced on one hand, heart loud enough I swear the guards can hear it. They don’t look twice. I’m just the quiet girl who brings his late tea.

I forced my eyes open, at first just seeing light, and then my sight adjusted, and I could see Aien leaning over me. “Here, slowly now,” Aien slipped his arm under me and lifted me slightly as he placed a water skin to my lips. I drank greedily, my tongue parched for liquid. But the moment it hit the emptiness of my stomach, I gagged, and rolled away from Aien, shedding the cloak he had wrapped around me, and vomited wretchedly.

Axel’s blood boiled as he let out a series of breaths; one look at him and you could tell that he was infuriated and pushed to the wall. He shakes his head. “This is it,” he says. “You have to calm down, and don’t be irr—-” “Track him down; we’re going there,” Axel says, waking out with both of them tailing behind him. They got in the car with Axel driving and following while his AI gave him directions to the location. His blood boiled as he thought of a thousand ways to kill Darius and ran through his head. He wanted so badly to break every inch of his body for laying an inch on his wife.

=== Item: Fruit Punch (Bottled) Description: Refreshing bottle of homemade fruit punch using real fruits. Effect: Quenches thirst for 10 minutes. Crafted by: Zen === “Would this work?” Zen asked. Akiko grabbed a bottle from the fridge and excused herself. Oritha didn’t bother going after her. Only one person had to test the effects, and she did not feel like revisiting the lava sauna. Waiting in awkward silence, Zen kept his hands busy with slime puddings. Oritha took a nap and waited until Akiko sent a message.

I said to Edwin. Edwin happily took out a drink from his fridge. I spent the night forgetting for a moment Frey's slightly odd behavior.

The central drainage cavern at the bottom of the Abyss was a subterranean cathedral of rust built for slaughter. Massive concrete pillars rose a hundred feet into the dark, supporting the crushing weight of the island. The floor was a shallow basin of freezing, waist – deep seawater. It cascaded constantly from rusted iron pipes high in the walls. The only light came from a single, massive industrial halogen rig suspended from the ceiling. It cast a harsh, blinding white circle over the churning black water.

But in a way that settles in her eyes. “Another time, little star.” My heart sinks. “Professor—” “Another time.” Her voice is gentle, but not dismissive or angry. Aries lifts his head, golden eyes blinking slowly. Almost apologetically. I want to push. Gods, I want to. But something tells me she has spent years carrying whatever memories live behind those eyes. And perhaps she’s not ready to hand them over. Instead, she smiles softly. “Tell me, have you attended Professor Draven’s combat class yet?”