Lilting Champ Even After Death の小説・ストーリー

‎ ‎Her voice, soft and hollow, echoes through the wind. ‎ ‎“I will rise again… even in death. Remember that Elara.” ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

A wolf with no bite. “That’s just it, Snare. I don’t give a fuck about how I talk to people. I don’t care that this is probably the end for me. I don’t care if I never see Colt again. Because there is only one true thing in life.” “Is that right?” He steps towards me, a smug smile on his face. “What’s the only true thing in life, Lilah?” “Death.” He stares at me, and bursts out laughing. “Oh little Lilah, so poetic. There is more to life than death!”

As the little girl with the firebird crown waved her fingers at the sky and lit up the campfires like stars. “You dance under victory,” I muttered, “but you feast above a grave you haven’t dug deep enough.” I pulled back into the shadows, the stench of ash and blood still thick in my throat. Let them celebrate. Let them laugh, and drink their cheap wine. Let them kiss, cry, and bleed all over their shiny thrones and gilded altars. Let the castle pretend this was victory. Let them forget what death looks like when it walks on two legs and smiles like a ghost.

He even closed his eyes while tasting the blood from Vincent’s dead body. “This is the best! The finest of them all!!” he said while smiling wide open. Even his men almost lost their control after seeing his reaction. They wanted to taste it too! After a minute, he looked at his fingertips and let the last drop of blood pour right in the face of Vincent in the list. ‘Marking the dead… Tasting the sweet yet iron taste like liquid from the student. Bloodshed is the best!’ he said to himself. Blood is the devil's ink.

I forced out, each syllable jagged and bitter, “but only if you let go of my Liliana.” That smile God, that smile. It wasn’t joy, or anger, or even amusement. It was pure death dressed in the shape of a man. His eyes pierced mine, cold enough to still my pulse. “Your Liliana is dead,” he said, and the words sliced me open.

Everyone in the stadium was screaming and rooting for me to land the final blow. "Kill her!" "Kill her!" "Kill her!" The same phrase is being chanted by everyone. They expect me to be the one to execute Lilith. These people are not concerned about who wins or loses. They were all looking for slaughter for their enjoyment. They are paying to have people killed during the game. "Kill her, Angel of Death. You will not get the information your master requires if you do not give the audience their demand," Augustus reminded me. "This is a death match, and to win, you must kill your opponent!" he exclaimed.

I can’t get the damn thing to unclip, and it’s literally anchoring me to this coffin. “I don’t want to die alone. Not like this. Jyeon…. find me…. please. I don’t want to die.” My voice is barely a tearful whisper, drowned out by the chaos of the water rushing in and the groans and creaks of the car straining under its weight. The radio is still flickering music and dies out in a horrible dramatic last burst of lyrics about not being together. An awful way to leave me alone in this desperate darkness.

“Seraphina and Tyler are right. You were born for greatness. You won’t die. You can’t die because your wolf is Lilac.” “And how does that help me at all?” Stephanie demanded. “Don’t you want to know who she is? Don’t you want to know how we know her?” Caden asked. “I’ve heard enough,” Stephanie said, her voice shaking. “Lilac is just another reminder that I’m going to die. If I don’t wake her up, I’ll die. If I don’t merge, I’ll die. I’m tired. Death is coming for me no matter what. My mother should have left me to die in the human realm. Or better yet, you should have let me die in the rebels’ village…”