Requiem Of The Soul นิยาย & เรื่องราว

It is daylight. Despite the fact that it might be his ultimate nemesis, the moonlight shining through the large bay window adored him. His strong, muscular profile was limned in silver as her silvery rays stroked and kissed the glossy silk of his hair. The opening movement of Mozart's "Requiem," which was the only part the composer had finished before his sad death at age 35, took Portia a while to realise what he was playing. She had heard the song performed on the massive pipe organs of numerous cathedrals, but she had never heard it performed on the piano or with such a haunting intensity of mood. It wasn't hard to think the requiem had been commissioned, as rumour and tradition claimed,

“We end this requiem.” The rift pulses, its void-energy surging, the Veilheart crystal dimming, Lumora’s spires trembling. The Herald’s hymn echoes, a promise of ruin, but our flame burns, a legacy forged in starlight, ready to face the cosmos’s new shadow.

"I offered you gold. Something you craved yet you could never show or use, something worthless. I offered protection for your tasks alone, no more, no less. My part of the bargain is fulfilled. If you want women, as you claimed, they come and go, you have no need of me there. Wine them to the excess and then they are yours. Those who come to the Godly world are paid for such pleasures anyway." "He-he will find out..." Zuberi's fear-stricken whisper only enhanced the slimy grin. "And who's fault is that?" Zuberi blanched. "The impious Soul screams: I burn; I am ablaze; I know not what to cry or do; wretched me, I am devoured by all the ills that compass me about; alack, poor me, I neither see

“The thread severed completely at dawn. There is no flicker remaining, neither is an echo. The body breathes because the lungs still remember how. The heart beats because muscle remembers rhythm. But the soul has long crossed. He is gone.” The words landed heavy. I expected them but I still felt them punch through my ribs. I nodded once. “I know.” Dad entered behind me. He stopped a few paces back and crossed his arms tight across his chest like he needed to hold himself together. Kael spoke again. “We can perform the rite now if you wish. Or wait until moonrise.” “Now,” I said. “I don’t want to drag this out.” Mara slipped inside carrying a small clay bowl filled with ash and crushed moonfl

He lacked inner peace. He inhaled the vinous smoke as the corner of his lips twitched in a sad smile. His eyes deceived him being moist and a lone tear slipped down his face on the sand. The sand sucked the water as soon as it fell on it, and he wondered if his pain disappeared in thin air like that. He breathed out a puff of smoke through his nose and mouth. Looking up at the sky with the sad smile plastered on his face he spoke up, "Why so hatred for me, ya Rab?"

"Evet." When he lowered his head and entered his room, he came across a picture of his parents. With a wry smile and heavy steps, he went to the nightstand and took the picture in his hand. While the word "I'm sorry" was falling from his mouth with broken sobs, he embraced the picture among his rising cries... Death was right, but the person who caused it would suffer from remorse until he died... ***

The shades she had on hid her tears from the world. Crystal walked to the decorated arena outside the barracks. They didn't hold a requiem mass inside a church, they had thought it honourable to do it here. She took a seat after most of the eyes on her had settled. The new commander was talking on the podium at the front while the priest stood behind, looking like they had just stolen his shine—looking out of place. She identified the twentieth sitting apart from the crowd and couldn't believe her eyes. He didn't look scarred. For someone who survived death, Crystal felt he should have at least tried to look worse for wear.

Maybe the first one wasn't strong enough. "Velum inter mundos nunc finditur, portae silentii aperimini.Quod fuit, finitum est, quod manet, procedat,". The necklace was supposed to be warm now, and have Reine's soul respind. There was just silence. "Per nomen pacis et quietis. Anima, accipe requiem. Terra te dimittit, aeternitas te accipit." I completed, feeling really desperate, a gnawing feeling scratching at the back of my mind.

The stars above twisted into spirals of light and shadow—patterns that mirrored the old Blood Moon’s heartbeats, but broken, imperfect. > You made harmony, but harmony is just control with music. Nareth’s flames crackled. “Show yourself.” A figure stepped out of the air— tall, translucent, its eyes like mirrors reflecting every color of creation. > I am Requiem, it said. The rhythm between your rhythms. --- The Philosophy of Requiem Seren stared at it. “You were born from the pause?” Requiem tilted its head, smiling faintly. “Born from what you left unclaimed. Every silence holds a possibility. Every note hides a dissonance. I am both.”

Everything disappeared from my sight, leaving only blinding white light, which scorched my eyes. ‘’You are being punished for playing with the power which should never be in human hands. Your hun* souls will be cursed, and you won’t be able to find peace. You will be cursed to repeat your miserable life while the other parts of your soul die in great misfortune unable to find happiness both in life and death.’’ The dread coming from these words was enough to make me forget the horrible pain. This sounded so familiar but, at the same time, so strange. I didn’t have time to think, though. The pain slowly disappeared together with the lighting, and somebody’s voice was floating in my mind.