The Eternal Idol Black Sabbath の小説・ストーリー

When I can see again there’s only one figure standing where two children used to be. She looks maybe seventeen or eighteen, frozen at that age, with hair that shifts between silver and black like it can’t decide which to be. Her eyes are wrong, one holding the swirling depths of the Stillness and the other the absolute darkness of the Void. She’s beautiful and terrible and completely alien. “Thank you for giving birth to me,” she says, and her voice is neither Tempest’s nor Nyx’s but something layered between them. “But I’m not Tempest anymore. I’m not Nyx either. I’m something new. I’m Eternal.”

Every new attack was drawing him out of his right mind. "I am technically higher on the food chain than you. If I can get you to surrender the way a no-fur surrenders to-" Hades cut the powerful tom off. "I surrender to no one. I never have and with this power, I never will." "Then we are at an impasse." King slipped under the next focused attack to stand bravely in front of Hades. "But that crystal is a liar. It will drain your Doll in an attempt to steal every part of my aura. But I'm the Black Devil. I'm not just a strong Top-side magic user, I'm something other. My power is infinite. Understand, boy?" Then the Black Devil took the full force of one of the sphere's attacks dead on.

(Elijah) The Eternal Night Division was one of Aeternum's many secret military divisions, but it was undoubtedly the most formidable. Unlike the Special Forces, the Eternal Night Division surpassed all others in every aspect—physical attributes, effectiveness, and tactical prowess. What set them apart even further was the fact that every soldier in the division was a vampire, granting Aeternum an army of undying elite soldiers. However, it was precisely because they were vampires that their existence had to remain hidden. In the current age, vampires were still regarded as evil creatures, not just another race of humans. Revealing their existence would severely damage Aeternum's reputation a

Darian’s POV The throne felt colder tonight. Darian Rhadamanthys Draven sat upon the black stone carved from obsidian, older than empires, colder than death. The flames in the great hall of the Obsidian Moon Pack danced across the polished marble floor, reflecting the deep red of his eyes. But they offered no warmth, no comfort. Power had long since dulled into routine. Fear was commonplace. And loneliness... loneliness had rooted itself in the marrow of his bones like a second skin.

A second phrase appeared: “Only the broken may be whole.” This time, the altar revealed a set of symbols, spirals, ratios, and constellations. They rearranged themselves constantly, never settling. Kieran watched, trying to find the pattern. Kieran stared at them for a long time, looking for anything different in all of them. Then he saw it; actually, it is better said that he felt it. One symbol repeated, not in shape but in rhythm; it pulsed in time with his breath. He reached out to it and touched it; the symbol froze, and the altar opened. Inside was a single object, bound in a frost-coated bark, etched with the golden spiral.

She would have Callisto at her side, and Azrael too. But of the fallen, I had given up a while ago. "No!" I thought, "Asmodeus NEEDS to be on my side." ⋅ ♱ ⋅ The black sun made the sky of hell darker and darker, it was a true work of art, and not even the 7 chapters devoted to its description was enough to define how truly stunning it was. The crimson sky, the dark and cold sun, the gray clouds, and in the background, well hidden among the black mountains, there were small glows.

He immediately inspires confidence and security. Henry is almost as tall as Santo, but he is much more slender in build. He has curly blond hair cut short and sky-blue eyes that shine with kindness and gentleness. What's more, Henry is a hopeless romantic who believes that he will find the love of his life at the corner of a street. Henry is an angel of kindness, and Santo is a demon that the Lord has placed on Earth to remind us of the existence of purgatory. And my husband, Elio, is the only person in this world who can control this demon.

"Have you also been timing how many seconds it's been since Black Sabbath broke up?" Preslie rolled her eyes at my remark. She leaned over, hovering over me to catch my attention. "I just want some details!" "You were right there when it happened. You know the story as well as I do." It was almost amusing how much Preslie was highlighting this. At least one of us was excited about the ordeal I had put myself in. Preslie groaned. "At least tell me what the plan for tonight is." "What is the plan for tonight?" I asked, still looking at my papers with a playful smirk on my face. If she was going to irritate me with questions that I had no care for, then I could mess with her head enough for her

Yman's body was enveloped by black mana as he was slowly pushing his body to get up. The Noble Rat wondered if this person just playing dead a moment ago. Never did the Noble Rat expected for this human to hide such a card up his sleeves. He was dying just a moment ago, but now, his body had something weird on it. The current Yman has ears the same as the Noble Rat but it colored like black smoke. His hands have black long nails but the sizes and forms were the same as that of the Noble Rat and his eyes had turned red, but in this state, his vision was unhindered in this dark surroundings. He even has a black tail grown on its back the same as the Noble rat.

He doesn’t need to say anything, I read on his eyes that he’s speaking the lyrics to me, that thanks to me, he finally knows there is a good part in him, that I found the light he couldn’t find Lovers in the night Poets trying to write We don’t know how to rhyme But, damn, we try But all I really know You’re where I wanna go The part of me that’s you will never die My voice suddenly sounds louder when I sing this part to him. He’s busy driving, but I can see the smile form on his lips. The song represents us a lot. Us, two idiots who committed a crime without thinking. Us, two people who are struggling, but raising our heads. Us, two lovers who found comfort in each other. No matter how bad