Rod Seventh Heaven の小説・ストーリー

“My redemption?” “Shh,” she said, placing a finger on my lips. The pain in her face dissolving. “There is no escaping damnation either way. You support him, you feel the earth trembling beneath your feet. You fight him, the heavens rock with thunder. If there is one thing in which we can take comfort, it is the knowledge that it is not him we serve.” —Serve me as your sister serves me— “He is only the instrument to its accomplishment.” “I don’t know what—”

"You don't remember the three of us?" She stared around at the three of them, looking for any features she recognized, but there were none. Zion was the largest of the three, and the most fearsome looking with his tattoos and muscled body, but the other two were not small either. The quiet one only looked at her with indifference, though he had a handsome face, she thought as she stared at him. Gunther gave her a weak smile, but she could tell his heart was not in it. Clearly, he wore his heart on his sleeve, making her wonder if he was as annoying as he seemed. When she averted her gaze to the sparks of the fire, she went over what she knew. These three knew her, and she was very important

“To never be apart.” Matthew fell silent at that last part. She smiled dryly while gazing into space. “Well, we’re a year past thirty now, and there’s no ‘us’ anymore. I guess that promise will never come true, after all.” Matthew watched solemnly as she took her antibiotics, swallowing down the rest of the water. “How have you been feeling lately?” he asked. It was the same thing he always asked her every day in order to monitor her condition. “Weak,” she answered quietly. “I feel like I can never get out of this bed and see the sun again.”

“Then why the hell did you dodge the spray the last time I--?” “Sunlight is of nature and the primordial earth. Holy water is a substance of ritual and superstition, the same as your silver stakes and consecrated bullets. Such anointed weapons repel all creatures seen as ‘damned’, even a fallen saint such as myself. If you had a whole baptism font of this stuff, I would most assuredly shrivel away to nothing being plunged into the depths. This little an amount will just burn something fierce however, which is why I entrust it…” He walks up to the headboard and folds the corked bottle right into my palm. “to you.”

“Sorry for the intrusion again, reach out to Bryan for the revenue estimate from the organ harvesting for the month; I might need a lump sum soon.” She didn't wait for a response before she walked out of the room. Rosa couldn't sleep anymore; she took off her dress and walked into the shower; fresh cold water splashed on her bare skin, giving her a refreshing feeling. She closed her eyes for a split second, and the memory of her childhood surfaced in her mind.

Bryan’s gaze swept over my body with a bone-chilling coldness. “We haven’t met in so long. Aren’t you… going to say hello?” I looked at him, and my lips parted slightly. A thousand words gathered on my tongue, yet what came out was something else. “Bryan, please lend me another $300,000.” Bryan was stunned for a moment. A hint of anger lit up his cold eyes. He grabbed my hand. “We haven’t met for seven years, and this is all you have to say to me?”

The subsequent Rank field denoted life stage. The astral realms employ a meticulously structured hierarchy: Lower, Middle, Upper Transcendent Legendary, Epic, Demigod Lower, Middle, Upper God, Chief God, Supreme God Eternal Life These twelve stages form the Eternal Twelve Steps. Eternal Life itself is held by only nine, shrouded in mystery and rarely subdivided. Below Eternity, eleven steps divide into thirty-three ranks, each step encompassing three sub-stages. Logo’s rank was Third-Class Knight Apprentice—essentially “zero-stage.”