Novel & Cerita Visions Of Heresy: Book

When I first saw her, the first thought that came to my mind was — I want to be happy with her. My knuckles cracked as I curled my fingers into fists. “You cannot break what’s already broken.” “Maybe, but I can shatter the already broken into dust, can’t I?” She summoned a book in her hand. “Found this in your library. Book of curses and torture. I suppose this book was your creation, wasn’t it?” She leafed through its pages. “It has all kinds of tortures, including magical, excluding magical, mental, physical, emotional… It has the whole freaking variety.”

While walking she told me, “I heard you ask Vandross why your book is called relic right? “Your book is possessed by our Ancestors and passed by or sometimes stolen. Relics in Zennery are not just books. There are many kinds of Relics. The Battle Relics which consist of swords, armor and shield. The Enchantment Relics the same as your book where spells are written and the Special Relics this was said to be unknown. I wonder were you get that notebook.” “I really don’t know but all I know is that this notebook was with me the moment I was born.” Miss Minerva was still curious about me and asked what is the name of the book. and I told her it was “Demonic Relic” the moment I told her the name

Like a precious lost treasure, she held the book in her hands with the inscription "The Book of the Banshees" etched like gold on the cover. Evelyn's eyes were trained on the book, lost in the sight of it like an invisible specter tethering her thoughts and focus to one single point.

Maybe he’d seen the same vision I had. “What was your vision about?” “If the Goddess wanted you to know, you’d have been granted the vision, too,” he took a deep breath. “And for your information, it’s generally considered blasphemous to share visions or attempt to thwart them.” I crossed my arms. “If the Goddess didn’t want us to try and change things, then why show it to us?”

She began reading. “We circle of 13 who are dedicated to our lord and God Baphomet. We are here to serve.” Seline froze and stopped reading. This was not a journal at all. Seline knew that she ought to put this back, but her curiosity was getting the better of her. as she flipped through the pages, there were texts and scriptures outlining the basis of their faith. Much of it sounded to Seline like it was just excuses for a man to simply take what he wants no matter what the cost to anyone else. At the back of the book, on the very last page were 13 signatures. all of these looked like they were written in blood. These Seline assumed, were the 13 members of the circle. Seline put the book do

Then she pulled out a battered deck of cards, slick with age and strange symbols scrawled across the backs. Inside, the hut was choked with incense and rot. Jars lined the walls, holding things better left unnamed, eyes floating, snakes coiled in cloudy liquid, the husks of spiders. Gideon tried not to gag. “This is madness,” he spat, his voice too sharp. The priestess’s head snapped toward him. Her one good eye blazed with fury. “Madness?” she hissed. “Madness be de white man wid de black heart. Madness build machines of death, clank and scream like devils. Madness chain de babies ‘fore dey cry, breed dem like cattle. Madness call itself savior.”

But silence was all he could offer. "The evidence is heard," Matthias intoned. "The testimony given. Before judgment falls, tradition grants the accused final words. Speak, heretic, if you would address this assembly." At last. Kaelen straightened, finding the iron core that torture hadn't broken. If these were to be his last words in freedom, let them ring with truth. "I stand accused of heresy," he began, voice carrying clear and strong. "Of conspiracy against the Light, of corrupting others into shadow worship, of crimes that exist only in the imagination of those who profit from my destruction."

Inside was a single object, bound in a frost-coated bark, etched with the golden spiral. It pulsed once in his hand and then went still. And the cathedral listened. Kieran opened the book and read out loud: “Those who read this book have already been damned. When you pass through those doors of how you so crave, it shall be your demise in the true self of you. For you shall see it, the thing that is everything.” Kieran gulped as he carried on reading.

“Sneaking.” “More like blending with the shadows. I read something interesting yesterday; do you want to hear it?” he nodded, expecting. Fredden lounged on the sofa, his arms on the backrest casually resting there. “We talked about the world shadows, right? The thing you said about the world has a shadow… I know you were joking but you hit the nail on the head. There was someone who wrote a big book about his theory and it was a priest. Do you remember that priest who got executed for trying to save the redcursed? I got a book from him from the black market. It stated that the world indeed has a shadow. The difference between both sides is that the roles are reversed. The shadows walked with

(ONE CROSS) “PRIDE, WRATH, GLUTTONY, LUST, ENVY, GREED, AND SLOTH.” Knowing more than what other mortals and gifted might think of her at first glance, she whispers the sins as the words vanish in front of her. Turns everything into ashes and goes directly inside the book that somehow loses all its pristine details and colors, and that is left with an utter old and torn cover that somehow is being forgotten by time and forsaken by anyone. It flies right back into her arms, where she hums for seconds and whispers.