Requiem City By C Swallow の小説・ストーリー

“I’m ready.” With that, Ryder pressed a series of buttons on the control panel, and the heavy security doors slid open with a mechanical hiss. The room beyond was dimly lit, the shelves filled with thick binders and electronic terminals that hummed with activity. Eva stepped inside, her eyes immediately scanning the room. It wasn’t just the physical files they needed; it was the data. The heart of Project Requiem was buried in these walls—somewhere. She could feel it, just beneath the surface.

This city looked mysteriously ethereal. Although the Swallow City was a lot smaller than the Gin City, it was at least two or three times larger than the Middle Province. “The Swallow City. It’s an ancient city, isn’t it? There are many high authoritative powerhouses in it. And the main thing is this city is a wonderful place for people, families, or houses to improve and expand their power!” Staring attentively at the city before him, Skyler could not help but to express with a sigh.

It all bled together, heat and sweat and broken moans, our bodies colliding in a rhythm that didn’t slow, didn’t falter, didn’t care about mercy. Every thrust pushed me further into the mattress, deeper into that dark, delirious space where nothing else mattered—just his body slamming into mine, the filth of it, the desperation, the sounds we made together. I shattered again with a choked sob, fingers clawing at the sheets as he came with a raw groan, collapsing on top of me, his weight crushing, comforting. We stayed like that for a breathless moment... skin slick, hearts racing, bodies trembling with aftershocks.

--- **The Crawling City** The echoes surge, not toward us-*into* each other. They fuse, bones snapping, flesh knitting into a grotesque metropolis that rises from the shore: towers of rib cages, streets paved with fingernails, a cathedral of fused skulls where the girl floats above an altar of coiled viscera. *"Welcome to the Sermon,"* she says, gesturing to the city. *"Where the Silence is *preached*."* Eden's breath hitches. "We need to go. *Now*."

Leaving Blackthorn At the shattered main gates where the nightmare had begun, the three survivors paused. Kael looked back at the ruined campus — smoke rising, bodies everywhere, the place that had once been his entire world. “Everything I knew is gone,” he said quietly. Serena took his hand. Damien took the other. “Then we make a new world,” she whispered. They stepped through the broken gates into the outside world. The City of the Damned The highway leading into the city was a graveyard of abandoned cars, overturned trucks, and corpses. Fires burned unchecked in the distance. The once-bustling metropolis of Eldridge City was now a silent tomb under a blood-red sky.

Being outside was in their nature even if they weren't able to shift because they were low ranking. The sight of the large black box with white ribbon made Chloe's blood run cold. She didn't need to approach it and read the small card with it to know who it was from and yet she forced her feet to move towards her bed, bringing her closer and closer to the box. Her heart fluttered in her chest like moths trapped in a jar, a cold sweat seeming to replace the hot sticky one from exercise. Nestled under the white ribbon was a simple white card, her name neatly printed on the front. Swallowing against the lump in her throat, Chloe picked up the card with trembling fingers, unfolding the smooth ma

I was just grateful that I had come to my senses in time, which allowed me to have the happy life I had now. After leaving the cemetery, Felix and I went back to our new home. We bought a house in Arendale and decided to settle down back here. Back then, I was afraid of Atlas's power, but I was no longer someone he could manipulate. I started contacting the companies I worked with in Arendale and hosted a banquet. Unexpectedly, I ran into Atlas again at the party. This time, he did not bother me and only nodded slightly. Midway through the party, he suddenly answered a phone call with a frown.

I didn’t build a city to provide a host for a god’s suicide note, but the smell of scorched servers and mercury-rot told me I was the one who had provided the ink for my own erasure. Rebirth City didn’t welcome us back; it snarled. The sleek, black alloy gates of my fortress—the ones I had engineered to be a sanctuary for the discarded—were pulsing with a violent, necrotic violet light. The high-frequency hum of the city’s defensive wards had shifted from a steady guardian’s thrum to a rhythmic, jagged shriek that made the obsidian quartz of my left arm vibrate in its socket.

“Thanks to you, Sybille’s mother’s scent ended up camouflaging mine. That’s why those three ghosts couldn’t track me down.” I looked up at Job. A grim and red figure had appeared behind him at one point. It rested a pale and icy palm on his shoulder. Oh, human nature… I turned around and walked out of the backyard. Job whimpered behind me, followed by the sound of bones being broken. At last, the willow tree came crashing down. I took the overnight bus back to the city. On the way back, I put the amulet back in my pocket and suddenly felt a sharp pain in my stomach.

I know for a fact that if I was truly settled and contented with what I have for the past centuries, I would have died by now. But I’m not dead, so my heart hasn’t reached it’ contentment. And while I don’t wish to see how it ends, there’s a longing curiosity inside of me that seeks to know what it is could sedate a monster like me. There was none, I thought. Until it happened. The black and white scene. Flashing an image of a school's playground with two people talking to each other. One girl and one boy, smiles on their faces as they both let the wind sway their swings.