The First Death Is In The Heart นิยาย & เรื่องราว

But all that poured from him was blood—hot and thick—each failed attempt carving deeper into my soul until the world around us faded, and all I could see was the darkness threatening to consume him. “Come on! Wake up, wake the fuck up!” I screamed, my voice cracking as desperation clawed at my throat. I pressed down harder, my fingers digging into his chest, my tears mingling with the blood that soaked my hands. The weight of realization crashed over me like a tidal wave—I had lost him. My first death, as they called it, and the deadness inside me felt insurmountable. Long after I’d declared him gone, I kept my hands there, longing for a sign, anything that could pull him back from the abyss

The New Primordial is alarmed. “Death gives meaning to life,” they argue. “Endings make beginnings significant. Deathless reality is stagnant immortal prison.” “Or it’s paradise without suffering,” Marcus counters. He’s pausing the rebuilding while he decides, reality frozen halfway complete, and I realize my son is about to make choice that determines if death exists in new universe. Original Death manifests with fury radiating from its ancient form. “You cannot eliminate death,” it states. “I am First Death. I exist. Therefore death exists. You can’t unmake fundamental principle.”

In low, hushed tones, the query passed his lips; he knew there was no need to elaborate. Her response was as quiet, her body stiffening as he commanded her full attention. "Too many, my heart," she whispered back, sorrow clouding her tone. "The first time I saw you die was in the moment that we met. Do you remember that moment, when you marched into my audience chamber, so filthy and bedraggled? You looked as if you'd trekked through a thousand mud baths to reach me."

“Remember—the way is through the Red’s Heart. See you at the next level, Alaric.” “Wait!” I shouted. “What’s the Red’s Heart!?” Only silence answered. Then, the wind. And the roars from below. I stood there for a long time, staring down at the chaos. I’ve faced battles before. I’ve fought wars, outlived empires. But this? This scared the hell out of me. Because for the first time in centuries, death wasn’t the end.

My heart gave one last exhausted thump. And then I died.

His resolve wasn't broken until the rhythm of his heart beat began to reduce drastically. It became a jagged area of different emotions. Only then,was he becoming weak. His back bled with different marks of the lashes. He began to reason what was wrong with his heart beat. Only then did he begin to remember how it all started. His heart was a connection to Nina. It beat for her the very first time he'd seen her and even when she was in trouble,it beats just exactly this way. But this time,it was different. It was like... His heart had died.

"Uh, | was driving back from the meadow with my dad. He was drinking a little before and he was driving with me in the back. When we got to an intersection, he didn't stop at the light and we ran straight into a semi." | sucked in a breath sharply through my nose. "| wasn't hurt that bad, just this scar and a couple of bruises and cuts. But my dad..." he trailed off and | rested my hand over his. "Uh, he died in the emergency room a couple hours later. | don't blame it on him, just his habits." | squeezed his hand and his eyes met mine. | was taken aback by how much vulnerability and grief there was in them. | had never seen him like this, and | didn't know how to react.

He sucked into a deep breath and turned his face away, his gaze back to the black sky and his hand curled into a fist, "Dead." My heart sped as the sickness I kept down clawed through my veins and pounded in my ears. I felt sick. Unsettled...because for the very first time in my life, I felt relief upon the announcement of someone's death. Maybe it's wrong, maybe it's not, but I wanted his death more than anything else. A part of me fought through that feeling before, for Alex only. I wanted Nikolas to stay alive just so Alex would finally have his brother by his side. I was okay to live with that life — a life that included Nikolas, just for Alex.

Not when Alistair stopped breathing. Jossie lays him down on the ground, and without much preparation, she runs the knife deep on his chest, right above his heart. With trembling knees I step forward to take a look as black blood spills from his chest and clears the way for us to see his darkened heart. It’s dry, shriveled. And worst of all, it’s not beating. “No,” Jossie mutters, and I catch a glimpse of her face, which is wet with tears. “He can’t die. He can’t leave us like this.”

While I was transporting the sculpture away, I felt extremely agitated looking at the snapped finger. Before receiving the DNA analysis report, I still had hopes that this person might not be Hazel. Even animals would not harm their young. No matter how cruel the Larsons could be, they would not possibly do such a thing. Yet, I had underestimated a person's greed. When Layla's mother took out the suicide note in the police station, I was close to crumbling and falling apart at that point. I knew what I was looking at was forged, and I knew that Hazel had died in their hands. Yet, there was nothing I could do.