Non Omnis Moriar Novels & Stories

I'm an Omega. "But I'm an Omega"

The roar became a voice, vast and cataclysmic: “Jessica, heart of the nexus, face the abyss and weave its end or its beginning.” A figure emerged, not a weaver or a shadow, but a paradox, its form a shifting mosaic of Jessica, her companions, her mother, Echo, and every weaver they’d faced, its eyes twin infinities that held both creation and nothingness. “I am Omnis,” it said, its voice a symphony of all existence, calm yet apocalyptic. “The Abyss Weaver. You hold the nexus, Jessica, but it is a spark in the abyss. Your hollowness is its flame. Weave reality’s end, or its rebirth, and pay the price.”

A shiver ran down my spine, my breath coming in ragged gasps. I forced myself to ask the question that had been burning in my mind. "If he can't die... What will happen to him?" I was terrified of the words I would hear, but I needed to know. Lord Mortis's expression turned grave, his eyes clouding over with a mixture of sadness and fear. "Normally, it would have been nothing. He'd live for centuries, century after century. But now, if he continues down this path of self-destruction... He'll just go feral. He'll shift to his beast form and never return." His voice dropped to a whisper, and his next words his next words felt like a punch in the gut, my body growing cold. "And that fate, is wo

To alter the visions Theresa have seen, they decided to stay in Tomoya’s place to find clues with the grimoire’s help. “I was right; the other one’s been playing with us,” Takumi muttered and the two looked at him. “Cave a malo clamirvoyant. Mors multorum faciet. Exitium quaerit. Vitam petit iam mortuam,” he repeated what Tomoya read in the grimoire while ago. “Beware of the evil clairvoyant. It will cause the death of the many. It seeks destruction. It seeks life,” the translations came in handy when Takumi blurted it out.

He is so happy because he will finally be able to escape this chaotic world and they will be able to fulfill the simple dream of Akira and his as a normal couple. When he arrived at the condo, he immediately took a shower first to be able to clean and to make sure if he hadn't been scratched before. As the water flows through his body you can see the blood of his victims clinging to him gradually flowing into the sink. Azrael’s body is full of scars from his wounds from his previous missions and on his back is a large tattoo— “Deus Mortis” which in Latin means “God of death” is what the organization called him because of the number of impossible missions he has accomplished.

My voice was low as I chanted, but I was sure that my words were clear enough. “Rex tenebrarum procumbet coram regina lucis, et mundus iterum erit liber a dolore imposito. Morere, daemon, et relinque mundum nostrum in pace et ordine. Pereas ut numquam revertaris, morere...” The king of darkness will kneel for the queen of light, and the world will once again be free of the casted pain. Die, you demon, and leave our world to its peace and order. You shall perish to never return, die...

Peggy nodded. Katherine began to chant words low: "Ahnika, mater flammarum, mater mortis, te invoco ex regno umbrarum. Per sanguinem antiquum, per ignem qui non moritur, per pactum quod numquam frangitur—ascende. Ascende ad limen inter vitam et mortem. Ostende te filiae tuae. Ostende te Annitore.*" Peggy picked up the chant, stumbling at first, then finding the rhythm.

I know, it sucks, but that's reality. A street riff raff once called me “second to none” once. Unfortunately for him, he neither knew my history nor how much I've grown to detest the word. I didn't ask him what he actually meant by that, and I can't do that now either, because he no longer resides on planet earth. È finita (it is finished). Yes, he is dead. I know right, How did that happen? What have I done about changing the condition of things, you say? Well, I've fought tooth and nail and I've gone lengths to conquer beasts and the likes of them with my very bare hand.

Colfre remained silent for a while, pondering the questions Morrigan offered him. He cleared his throat and answered with his eyes at Morrigan. “I won’t, Hymir’s sacraments are sacrilegious. I’m a soldier with a belief that swords and spears are blind on a battlefield. However, my queen, one allegiance won’t assure a lifetime of prosperity for the kingdom, one kingdom may cease its hunger to conquer us, but you can only create more enmity through this means.”

He liked the name 'Moriah', so he decided to wipe his real name off for ever. "You will not win against me, Hadassah," he shook his head. "I have risen again, you are nothing compared to my power. My existence was prophesied and also," he waved his hand at the dead bodies and blood. "These lives were also prophesied, they were meant to be dead," he grimaced like a beast. "There is nothing which can stop me, because I AM THE LORD OF LIFE! I am immortal and I CAN NOT BE KILLED!"