Salve Me Fons Pietatis นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The moonlight filtered through the window, casting silver shadows across his sharp, beautiful face. “Promise me something,” I whispered. “Anything.” “If it ever comes down to a choice—between saving me and saving yourself—choose me. Choose the baby. Survive. Live. Don't be a martyr.” His jaw tightened. He shook his head slowly. “I can’t promise you that.” “Drake—“

It often calmed me down whenever the anxious thoughts took over. "Crux Sancti Patris Benedicti," I began with my palms pressed together. "Crux Sacra Sit Mihi Lux. Non Draco Sit Mihi Dux. Vade Retro Satana. Numquam Suadeas Mihi Vana. Sunt Mala Quar Libas. Ipse Venena Bibas. Per Christum Dominum Nostrum. Amen." "Amen," Enzo seconded with a slight furrow in his dark brows. We were still sitting on the bed and he looked confused when he faced me. "Latin?"

“I know were not friends but just for the sake of your sister just let me drive you home.” “L-Lady you’re really s-starting to get to me”, she shouted even louder, still fishing around in her purse for her keys. As I thought to myself, “I can truly be an ass sometimes”, Just when I was about to snatch her keys forcefully. I was alarmed by Apollo whispering in my ear, “don’t, you need to think this through being aggressive is not the way. Just a reminder your reputation is not all sunshine and rainbows It might not affect you down here but is it will affect you later so please don’t make it worse,” he stated, followed by a male's voice shouting.

’ I repeated the message as we were being hauled back to our cells. I don’t know what the green power was, but I knew every word the witch said to Tiberius. She was casting a spell of some kind. Somnus. Tantum evigila mandato meo. Servite et vivite. Deficio, et morior. Sleep. Awake only by my command. Serve and live. Fail and die.

Hesitantly, I reached for the doorknob, but before I could even touch it, I felt a soft tap on my shoulder. I froze, my heart racing as I rapidly turned around. Standing before me was a man, dressed in an immaculate white suit, his hair neatly combed. His eyes were a piercing, unsettling shade of pale blue, but it was his smile that made me freeze—a grin so wide, so unnaturally stretched, I thought his mouth would surely hurt from the effort. “Welcome, Mia,” he said, his voice smooth and calming, yet tinged with something too serene. “My name is Apollo,” he stated, still smiling that impossible smile.

“Salvum fac pópulum tuum, Dómine, et bénedic hæreditáti tuæ. Et rege eos, et extólle illos usque in ætérnum. Per síngulos dies benedícimus te. Et laudámus nomen tuum in sǽculum, et in sǽculum sǽculi. Dignáre, Dómine, die isto sine peccáto nos custodíre. Miserére nostri, Dómine, miserére nostri. (“O Lord, save thy people and bless thine heritage.

I begin my chant, repeating the words I remember so well. “Praeter animos invocabo. Salva me excitare, qui ad puerum suum coram sublatus est. Auxilium adducere mihi ad vitam cito rapta. Conserva cor meum et animam eius de pura. Et liberabis animam eius a repercussione domum concedere diligentibus se.

Together, hand in hand, we would walk happily into the rest of our lives. [The End.]

“I offer my blood to save the one I love, and I do so with all my heart.” A few red drops of my blood fall onto his lips, sliding into his mouth. Now, the incantation. I close my eyes, reaching into my memory and finding the Latin words written in my mother’s journal. I only read them twice, weeks ago, but the desperation to save my father and Dylan has sharpened my memory. “Sanguis et spiritus, vita et mort,” I begin, my voice gaining strength. “Venenum expello, salutem restore. Per virtutem sanguinis mei, per voluntatem cordis mei sanatio venit.”