Novel & Cerita Lamentar

“No, what does it mean?” “Lucy is one of the Cambions, the half demons, the ones prophcied to kill the Nephilim.” Ornais pointed out, staring off. Daniel had no idea what he was talking about. He knew about the prophecy but he never really paid attention to what it really said. All he knew was that if he managed to fuck up collecting Abigial’s soul Azazel, Abaddon, and Lucifer would have not only his head but Elizabeths as well. Now that the deal with the Seven was secure, Daniel no longer had to play their little game.

"Kataku tojita mabuta no ura de negau koto wa ushinawareta inochi ni yasuragi wo kidzuiteagerarenakatta kokoro ni sukui wo mata au toki ni wa douka kiseki wo ( Behind my firmly shut eyes I pray: Peace for those lives that were lost, Salvation for those hearts that did not realize, a miracle for the next time we meet.) Pity that kid had to grow up without a father. ... Well, that's if I fail here!! 7th time the charm!

it’s just different. 46 - days of sadness 13 – full days of despair, not sad, not unhappy, but pure despair!

Gentle pressing his hand on Melpomene's shoulder, Liam spoke, pacifying a broken siren. "B-but…if it was not for…my presence, no one would be suffering. Even I am suffering, was this also written on the walls? Now some creatures want to take my breath away…!" Sniffling her runny mucus, Melpomene uttered in a wobbly voice whose waves were filled with agony and uncertainty. Her shaking hands were carefully mopping her tears away as she closed her eyes.

"When Lucifer Fell, He did not do so alone. And from this perverse covenant sprang forth Legion And all of Heaven Wept." ~ The Book of Lost Days Lilith 1:1 "Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. It has been one week since my last confession—!"

And she shattered Not with a scream With peace --- I fell forward, sobbing once Only once Because that was all she ever asked of me One breath of grief One moment to be seen And when I stood again My back no longer burned Because the mark was whole No longer split between burden and power Only balance The world resumed Lucian rushed to me, arms pulling me into him Soren wiped his eyes with the back of his wrist Ewen knelt quietly beside the ruined altar, whispering something to the earth We didn’t speak There was nothing left to say I had faced myself And come back --- But peace never lasts That night, under a sky finally calm, a raven landed on the altar Not black Not feathered But smoke It

For the first time, my tears are not born of pain but of joy. His heartbeat thrums against mine, wild and steady, like a drum of life pulling me back from the edge. My chest tightens, and through the tears, I whisper: “I name you Elarion… for you are my light born in sorrow.”

He tried to plead, but my cold gaze silenced him. He collapsed and wailed in agony.

Just… worn. Xavier didn’t speak at first. Didn’t move. Lafar smiled faintly. “Not even a curse for me?” Xavier’s jaw tightened. “I buried you twice. Once as a hero. Once as a traitor.” “And still, I find my way back.” Xavier didn’t step forward. “What are you?” Lafar looked up at the stars, though they didn’t quite reflect in his eyes. “Memory. Fire. Remorse.” “Not enough.”

His eyes were serious, searching hers for any flicker of recognition. “I don’t know what game you’re playing, or why you’re using that name,” he whispered, his voice quivering with raw, desperate emotion. “But I know my heart, and I know the woman I lost. I’m sorry I couldn’t find you back then... but I know it’s you. I know it’s you, Lorna.”