Fire And Brimstone の小説・ストーリー

I let myself fall deep into my zone with red in my sight. “Gaetano, do you understand why they say never make a deal with The Devil?” I interrupted his laugh. He looked at me with narrowed eyes as I blew out the cigarette smoke into the night sky. I flicked the bud away and met his gaze, giving him a devilish smirk. “I’m about to show you why.” I drew my guns out at the same time men jumped out from the wooden crates. And a war with fire began.

“We both know you wouldn’t dare.” “Try me,” she whispered with a wicked smile, then kissed him hard. Their bodies moved with practiced rhythm. This wasn’t love,it was lust, greed, and power games all wrapped into one heated exchange. Clothes flew off. Moans filled the room. And when it was over, they lay there breathless, not from emotion, but from the thrill of getting everything they wanted without consequences. Tamara lit a cigarette, took a drag, and handed it to Rumero. “So what’s next?”

May the southwest wind blow to break this mountain into pieces and filled the valleys around this mountain. Oh, holy fire, you are the fire that burn in the water, that burn live woods, that burn rocks and the mountains may your holy fire oh celestials lord burns this mountain I am moving around it and caused the shattered remains to fill this place and it shall be a miracle that people would see and tremble that you alone could do this, Fire descend now.

"It’s turning… She’s rejected!" The Priest of the High Flame fell to his knees, his staff clattering to the marble. His eyes were wide and fixed on the swirling red flames. "This is not rejection!" he cried out, his voice cracking with terror. "The Silver Fire is under siege. The blood of the old bond…the blood of the true mate is fighting the ritual and it is calling to her from the depths of the earth!" He said horrified.

The hollow lay in ruin. Smoke curled from shattered stone, drifting upward through the cracked ceiling where moonlight filtered in thin, ghostly beams. Moss that once carpeted the floor lay burned to blackened threads. The blood of wolves soaked into the earth, dark and steaming. Witchfire embers hissed against the damp roots, sputtering out one by one like dying stars. The ground still trembled faintly, recalling the storm Selene had unleashed — fire, frost, and raw magic braided together in a force the world had never seen.

But since I think it's the place where damned souls stay, let's do this carefully. They walk a few steps to the left and side by side, gently open the door, and peek through a crack. Immediately, screams of pain, like the ones they heard earlier, reach their ears. The environment outside was terrifying. There was fire everywhere. The stone seemed to melt and move on fire. Far away, lava exploded everywhere. It was a place they really didn't want to go into.

Fred walked through the streets with numerous thoughts in his mind. He was oblivious of his surroundings. Reggie ran after him panting. He caught a glimpse of him walking absentmindedly. "Fred!" He called in a high pitched voice. Fred turned slowly to face him. "What do you want?" He asked harshly. "I'm so sorry for what I said. I really didn't mean it. I know I've been a real jerk to you these past few years and I'm very sorry. Please forgive me," Reggie said looking apologetic.

Storms would stand still and wind would cease. The more the world attacked her, the fiercer her gaze was, like Fire, or a cracker. Like a Firecracker.