Eyes Of The Soul の小説・ストーリー

He missed him so much that Daniel had to practically shift at his place to accompany him. ‘What’s new today?’ He was looking at Daniel. His black curls were deshelved. His thick eye brows were decorating his dark brown eyes. His long eye lashes were fanning his cheeks lightly and Russell just noticed he was looking so fucking hot in those work glasses. His cheek bone was prominent. His cheeks were not so chubby like Russell or even Carson, still they were full. His dominent nose. Scrunching up momentarily when he would focus at his screen. And then…

I had actually been really happy these past few months. Memories suddenly flashed through my mind—memories of how happy my parents had been when I was accepted into college, memories of when I made a significant breakthrough in my research, and memories of how Miles had said he would marry me in the future. In the end, I struggled to open my eyes, only to see Carter, whose eyes were reddened. "You'll be fine soon, Cassie! Hang in there! Just hold on a little longer, okay? The doctor's already here!"

I was feeling the pain of the sprinkles of holy water being thrown at me, it's like glass cutting through my flesh. I was wailing with pain as every words written in that stupid bible cuts my insides, I can feel my bile rising up my stomach as I vomit brownish green fluids out. I can feel myself weakening. It's as if my soul is being cast out of Cassidy's body.

But then, I laughed again—because Michael Finsch was a disgusting bastard, and I was an even bigger fool. I took another gulp. Staggering to my feet, I tried to make it to my room, but my legs were already failing me. My vision blurred, my steps faltered. I stumbled, reaching for something—anything—to hold onto. But before I could steady myself, I collapsed onto the couch. Tears stained my face, but a strange, empty smile lingered on my lips. I laughed. I cried. I did both at the same time. The whiskey bottle sat just inches away from my grasp, but it felt so distant.

“Pull! Now! Or it’s gone!” Avery gritted their teeth, digging deep. They visualized the soul’s light, imagined it as something human, something alive and begging not to be lost. They yanked, tugging with every ounce of strength they could muster. The threads flared, wrapping the soul tighter, drawing it toward them. For a moment, hope. The soul’s chaotic form began to solidify, glowing steadily, as if recognizing Avery’s pull. Victory seemed close, so close they could taste it.

I turned off the shower but I still couldn't get his scent off me. Wrapping myself in a robe, I went to my closet to pick an outfit for my interview tomorrow. I didn't want to be late. I needed this job. I ended up chosing a deep blue straight gown and a pair of red heels. I laid in bed and wrapped myself in blankets trying to sleep but I couldn't. Everytime I closed my eyes I was met the same set gold eyes. Haunting me and pulling me away from sleep. By the time it was 6am in the morning, I had gotten little to no sleep and my eyes were dull.

A huge red demon with the body of a muscular and furry beast and the head and neck of a python emerged from the ground. The soul looked surprised but then continued sitting and showing an 'I don't care' attitude. Of course, it would behave like that because it was a soul and felt that it wouldn't be touched by anything. But I knew that this demon can definitely cause harm to it because the mirror summons demons according to my situation. The demon reached out and tried to grab the soul in vain. The soul laughed at the demon's attempt and laughed at me as well. To my surprise, the demon laughed and the spat a black sticky substance at the soul.

But make no mistake, that malignant eye has the power to gobble up souls of any living thing. "Chaos divines. Hahaha. What a fun party this is becoming," the man said. All that was left of him was his dark soul. It was so evil that even the owner of that monstrous eye had trouble believing it exists. Since it is evil, it definitely knows evil when it sees one and what he saw made him even quiver in unbelief.

For a moment, he sighed and then raised the frames of his drooping glasses to the bridge of his droopy nose. “Please come in, Madam. See! It's a miracle. Your husband is awake and able to speak normally." The doctor stepped out after tapping my shoulder a few times. We look. The doctor's height made me have to look up a little to freely see his face. The wind whistled in my ear. I flinched and turned my gaze to the corner of the room. "Jack!" I cried to myself when I found a man with bare chest and piercing eyes standing like a silhouette in the corner of Kevin's treatment room.

Only if I had known my soul would have been sold for nothing, I would have ended it. The room hadn't changed a bit all these years. Same dark walls that made the room intimidating and the absolute perfection in the way it was organized just as its owner, hiding all that evil just barely underneath the surface, simmering and waiting for the perfect time to strike its prey. I repressed a shudder and took a seat waiting for him to notice my presence in the room. He was writing in a journal on the desk, I had always wondered what he wrote in there, the number of people he killed, or the latest mission he accomplished?