Novel & Cerita Where The Spirits Have Lease Oblivion

I glance at my brother, “Oh, ok— um, it's filled with roaming spirits, creatures would be a better term for them, they are called wanders of the shadows. They were ordinary souls sent to Hell like any other for punishment, but strange things can come through hell's gates I tell you... I don't even know how Cerberus does it. Anyway, the souls sent to Asphodel are indifferent ones, upon entering, they are required to drink from river Lethe, so they can forget who they are, turning themselves into meaningless zombies,” Stefan explained, as we approached closer to the field. “Lethe— I have heard that name before,” Lilith whispered, “Wasn't that the name of a goddess, the one of forgetfulness?”

the General painted a light smile. “Ah, yes, that one. I was spying on the middle watchtower last night when I saw the queen unleashing her wrath. The good news is, she already destroyed the central watchtower. She killed so many Soul Stealers. But the bad news, Esdras locked her up in an iron room where her power was sealed. I’m sure she’ll be brought outside on the night of the ritual. And it will be happening tonight, at midnight when the sky is at its darkest. When the sun and the moon are aligned.”

It was a fantasy, a dream, a moment of solace in a world filled with uncertainty. The tears flowed freely, and I allowed myself to grieve for the life I had lost and the one that had become an enigma. The party continued inside, oblivious to my solitary musings, and I clung to the imaginary presence of Hayden, seeking answers and comfort in the darkness. The night wore on, and I remained in the garden, lost in my thoughts and the fantasy of Hayden's company. The secrets and mysteries of the Underworld loomed large, and I couldn't escape the feeling that the path I was on would only lead to more enigmatic revelations and unforeseen dangers.

I got bad vibes from that reply. "What do you mean, it can't be? My instincts never failed me." She slowly opens her eyes and looks back at me. "It means, she will be your doom..." - she only whispers it. Well, fuck...

"What do you mean by that?" "Phil, the danger is coming. Inhabitants of the abyss could not manifest inside the real world, they would vanish in a puff of smoke mere seconds after they exit the abyss, even the plains of sleep reject their presence and they only thrive inside the abyss. I knew something was wrong when you encountered the nightmare origin inside Annie's nightmare. It was only affected by the miasma from the twilight zone, but the strength of that nightmare origin could be classified as a lower-middle-class in terms of its standing in the abyss after it transformed."

I beamed a bitter smile realizing that forever isn’t meant for persons but memories. I stayed in here reminiscing our memories, happy or sad, sweet or mad, whatever kind of memory it is as long as with her, it made me happy. I heaved stealing one more glance at the place before heading to the dormitory. “Ghost fed up by darkness will turn to evil spirit and evil spirits who harm any human is a demon who should be executed and burnt to ashes.” Serra’s voice rang in my ears that brought me to a halt and that hit me.

The Spirit of Everlasting Death had appeared to them not as a reaper, not as a pale king on a throne of skulls, but as something far more terrible: a presence without form, a voice that seemed to come from the spaces between thoughts, a weight that pressed against the chest like water at the bottom of the ocean. "The debt is not yours alone to carry," the Spirit said. "You have fought for your life, Eliana . You have proven your will to exist, your worth to continue. But the bargain was struck in blood, and blood remembers what the mind forgets. Another holds claim to your debt. Another has offered to share the burden. The realm must know if she is worthy."

Grayson Voss I was supposed to be in a meeting with a cartel rat who thought he could play both sides. Instead, I ended up in a club that reeked of sweat, desperation, and lies. Club Delirium. Ironically named, considering it mostly caters to men trying to forget reality with vodka and silicone. I wasn’t there for pleasure. I was there because the club owner was late on his payments. And late payments in my world meant broken bones or buried bodies.

Authority. “You’re standing at the edge of the Haven of Shadows,” I said evenly. “You will state your names and your intent.” The woman stumbled forward half a step. “Please, we’ve been hunted. By spirits. By things that tear the dead from themselves.” A lie, clean and practiced. Behind them, the air warped. I felt it then, the same cold pressure that had clawed at the wards days ago. Netherborne. Resentful spirits stitched together by will rather than grief.

In oblivion, your glory is. “Vox vana, verbum sine pondere, maledictio vestra est nihil. Corruptio in vento perit, vita in aeternum manet. Dii et mortales, omnes vident lumen. Peris in vanitate, et oblivio tua est silentium.” ( Empty voice, word without weight, your curse is nothing. Corruption perishes in the wind, life remains eternal. Gods and mortals, all see the light. You perish in futility, and your oblivion is silence.)