Escaping The Abyss Of Love の小説・ストーリー

My limbs felt heavy and uncoordinated as I sprinted after Abhay, desperation lending wings to my feet but even as I ran, a sinking feeling settled in the pit of my stomach, whispering of impending doom. A violent contraction shook me to my core, throwing me down to my knees…and by then, it was already too late. Abhay and Arsalan were locked in a deadly embrace, teetering on the edge of oblivion. With a heart-wrenching cry, I reached out to grab onto Abhay, but my he was too far. ‘I love you.’ I saw him mouth the words to me, before he slipped from my grasp, plummeting downwards into the abyss below.

The only way out was through the Abyss. “There is no escape,” the figure said, its voice resounding inside the chamber. “You have awakened me… and now, you'll end up one with the darkness.” Ethan's intellect dashed as he looked for a way out. But there was none. The Abyss was closing in, and their only hope was to confront it head-on. “Together,” he whispered, taking Lena's hand and coming also for Selene's. “We face this together.” They stood their ground as the Abyss progressed, the whispers now a stunning thunder. The darkness around them appeared to beat, the images on the dividers glinting as the figure lingered over them, its ruddy eyes burning with an unquenchable hunger.

How could I have been so blind—? Aasiya was right—It was just like she said. I never loved her. I was only doing it for myself. I only wanted to escape my loneliness and foolishly thought that by offering her love, I could change my fate. I assumed she was the same as me—hungry for love. But she saw past my selfishness. She knew I didn't love her. Because if I did, then I wouldn't have tried to possess her. I wronged her and now she has left, to God knows where. Just to escape my clutches of brutality, she left everything. I couldn't think anymore. I just knew that the cries breaking through me might soon suffocate me.

She whined in pleasure that consuming her soul. “I love you,” he murmured to her ear. He was almost there, and so was she. But he kept on, slowing himself. They were both melting with satisfaction. Their body shuddered when they reached the climax. Vale grasped her body and his strong hands positioned her on his top. “Now, it’s my turn.” Einille seductively smiled. They laughed and danced again on the rhythm they both enjoyed.

POV DARLENE The Abyss was no longer just a hole in the earth; it was a rhythmic, breathing lung of the planet that exhaled the concentrated sorrow of nineteen generations. As Eryx and I stood at the jagged edge of the rift, the Black-Emerald light rising from the depths didn't just illuminate the ruins of the North—it "translated" them into a landscape of obsidian and grief. The black butterflies that had carried Hope away were everywhere now, their wings beating with the sound of a thousand whispered apologies that were never sent.

I'm still holding any part of his body and cried as much as I want. "D-daddy!" "Please! I still want to feel your warm, dad! I still want to see your smile. Stop joking now, dad. I promise, I'll be a good girl to everyone just come back to me, d-daddy," I don't know what happened but I heard everyone's shout as I black out. "D...daddy," —🌸

He excitedly reached out to take my hand. Instead of taking his hand, I grabbed his injured wrist and pressed down hard on the wound. Blood gushed out. His face was drenched in cold sweat. He went pale from the pain. Still, he did not cry out. Instead, his eyes were filled with nothing but pure, desperate joy at having me back. “Taz, you can do whatever you want to me as long as it makes you feel better.” The helicopter flew straight back to Southside. I felt like I was visiting a ghost from my past as I stepped back into the familiar Sheargold family mansion.

It was a "Frequency-Snap." A wave of violet-gold-white energy erupted from the center of our embrace, hitting Silas Vane Sr. like a physical blow. The Abyss-Lich let out a sound of pure, binary agony as the "Human-Details" of our love—the heat, the irrational defiance, the raw emotion—corrupted his clinical dark-matter. He flew back across the hangar, his liquid-starlight skull cracking against the reinforced hull of a Council skiff. His form began to flicker, the shadows of the dead souls inside him screaming in a dozen different languages.