It was ten o'clock in the morning, and it seemed like his body was still in the Daegu time zone. He didn't want to get up; the lack of desire was stronger than anything else. He lay face down with his eyes closed and his breathing calm, until he felt gentle caresses on his back. He opened his cat-like eyes and turned to the right side of the bed, where he met beautiful but dull brown eyes. He couldn't help but smile."Hello," she said, running her fingers through his white hair."Hi," he mumbled with a yawn. He moved closer to her until his head rested on her chest. "I don't want to get up.""You should," she said, hearing a grumble that resembled a cat's denial from the snowy-haired person. "It's already late.""I don't care. I'm still sleepy," he replied. His arms wrapped around her waist. "I'd rather... stay here with you."He snuggled closer to Melia, listening to the calm beats of her heart and the tranquility of her breath. The scent of mint from her tousled hair reached his nos
"It hurts," he told her, watching as Melia assumed the position she had before. He had his hands on his waist, playing with the corners of his boxers again."But, I haven't even touched you, Jahjah..." "It's just that... You don't have to touch me for me to crave you, Melia. Just by looking at me, you make me burn. You're the only one who can do that to me, no one else," he squirmed, trying to get her to touch him already. "I... I want you to take me and... make me feel, please," he finally said, looking Melia in the eyes. He knew his mother could arrive in less than the mentioned minutes, and he wanted Melia to make him moan and climax before that happened. "It will be my pleasure," she said in a husky tone before proceeding.Elijah propped himself up on his elbows to watch as she kissed his stomach and moved down to his pelvis. She lowered his boxers to his feet and kissed his legs, moving closer to his manhood. He was desperate because he could see his arousal craving attention.
As the morning passed, Pelinieve, with a displeased expression on his face, made his way to the church. He was seriously considering lying to his mother, saying that the father no longer needed him, but knowing her as he did, she would go and ask if it was true, and that would be a punishment for him. He sighed before stepping inside the church.There were few people sitting in the pews, their hands clasped together and their eyes closed in prayer. The dim white lights, along with the bright white covering the church floor, provided the perfect contrast to the illustrations on the ceiling. He greeted the other assistants who were there as he walked towards the church altar. There stood Father Joshua, who, upon seeing Pelinieve, stopped what he was doing and extended his arms to embrace him.Elijah simply patted his back."You've grown so much," Joshua said. "I can barely remember when you used to chase after me to get some candles." He laughed briefly. "How have you been?"Now that I'
This was pathetic and everything that followed that word.His mother, when she set her mind to it, could be worse than his father when it came to dressing up for church.Long-sleeved white shirt, white jeans, white shoes... all that was missing was for her to ask him to dye his hair the same color to match the paper, although, well, he already had it that way.He looked at his siblings and could tell they were preferring to die; he chuckled briefly. His mother was wearing a lovely, tight white dress, and his father was in a white suit as well.Anyone would think they were going to a wedding and the ones getting married were their parents, or worse, their siblings or him."If God exists, He's surely laughing at us," Sam said, causing laughter among his siblings and a furrowed brow from his parents.They were already on their way to the church, the car parked a few meters away; they got out and noticed the other people dressed in white as well, this commemoration seemed more like a wedd
The sky was painted with a beautiful orange hue, accompanied by fluffy white clouds with hints of light blue. The sun was hiding behind the tall green mountains, its rays scarce. Night was approaching.The church bell chimed for a couple of minutes until it stopped. The people inside the church were attentive to the words of the priest and each of his prayers."The night is approaching, the stars will come out, shining in that wonderful way in which our Lord shines in each one of us," the father said through the microphone, descending the small dim wooden stairs to the center where the pews were on each side. "Everything shines like a ray of light, like every worthy being on earth. We are the greatest brightness created by our Lord, God.""Ave... María..." Sam whispered, singing with a noticeable mocking tone that made Robert and the snow-haired one laugh. He imitated trumpet sounds.The three of them laughed until their father scolded them."This is boring," Sam said, sitting on the
The lines that were being drawn slowly descended throughout the image. Those lines left perforations as they descended, like the line that appears when something in ceramic begins to crack.Indeed, the crucified image of Jesus was breaking. But even more so, his face turned dark, and his eyes, those closed eyes, ceased to be closed. He looked straight ahead, his eyes open without blinking. His head went from being tilted down to being upright. The blood around his face began to drip onto the floor.That gaze, that dark gaze, completely dark. And a sinister smile formed on his lips.Everyone looked at it in fear; this was something that had never happened before.The head of the image began to move frantically until it exploded.Most people, on their knees, screamed.The eagle flew overhead in circles, without stopping, until it reached the front of the church. The priest was on the ground, not knowing what to do.The eagle perched above the altar, folding its wings. A deep breath fol
Midnight was present. The cold breeze rustled some yellowing fallen leaves at the base of the lush trees. And the sharp sounds of insects were equally present.Large white clouds covered the dim moon. The few stars that provided brightness surrounded it in contrast to the dark sky.Through the window of the room, the dull glow of the moon entered without asking for permission. It was the only light in the room, along with the lamp on the bedside table next to the sofa near the arched window.He sat at the foot of the bed. His hands were clasped between his legs, his head lowered, and his gaze lost, much like someone lost in the depths of a forest.Tears fell one after another down his white cheeks, passing through his chin until they landed in the center of his hands.His breathing was slow, his heart shattered.Could it get any worse?His brow furrowed as he heard a faint female voice descending from below. Her high-heeled shoes made a sound as she climbed the next step.And before s
"I promise you...With arms extended on the back of the sofa, her brown gaze fixed on the fire that didn't fade from the fireplace.That fire, that burning fire of the fireplace brought back memories.The height of its blaze.Its colors.That icy blue combined with red, it was so identical to that fire.To the fire of hell itself.To the hell that hasn't entered in a long time, knows nothing. It has no idea what will happen down there.Or maybe it does.A celebration reveling in the woman he calls a wretch, celebrating the act she committed.Stupid whose idiotic image for doing evil is a graceless eagle.She took a deep breath and exhaled, closing her eyes until opening them minutes later.Getting angry now would serve no purpose.There's no alcohol to calm down now, and she doesn't have the idiot Skalliet in front of her to confront.Anger for now, a waste of time."Go back to the room.""I don't want to," she said, stepping down the last step of the stairs. "I can't sleep," she mutt
The headmaster called out for the missing one, Elijah. He stepped forward to the stage amidst applause, and the headmaster handed him his diploma, saying,"The woman who is destined to change the lives of many, to dispel the lies of all, and to prove that the impossible is possible, left behind an essay - one that Elijah, of course, did not write." There was a brief chuckle from the audience. "But it was she, Melia, who gave it to me and told me something I only understood recently... I was moved by what I read in that essay. It touched my heart and made me understand many things, including the importance of devotion to the same love of God..." He sighed. "Orleans." He glanced at someone in the audience briefly, then continued. "he will read what she wrote, and thus, my dear students, everything that has been for you will conclude, marking the beginning of your own journeys. I can only say this in closing, never give up on your goals, your dreams... Believe in yourselves, in each of y
The dim sunlight peeked through her window, announcing its presence. The cool breeze entered as well, rustling the vibrant green leaves that had regained their color after the winter. The lush trees were covered in leaves, with the few yellow ones scattered at their feet. Summer had made its presence known.She stood in her room, gazing out the window in a particular direction, toward that place that brought back memories. To that direction where, when she fixed her gaze, her mind played tricks on her, vividly reconstructing something that wasn't quite as it seemed.A pang in her heart, truly, a pang that felt like a bullet piercing it, stealing several heartbeats and the air from her lungs. The trick her mind played caused such a feeling, that memory that appeared so clear of her, standing there, looking at him, just like that time when she thought someone would discover her true self, setting in motion the change in her life.And she had let her go.It hurt to remember that day, let
He turned on his heels, looking back. His heart pounded as fiercely as the tears welling up on his face, a smile forming there.Her voice, that voice he could recognize... There, before him, bathed in a beautiful, radiant white light, was his mother. His father, his siblings... They all gazed at him with smiles reflected on their lips, in their eyes, proof that what he believed to be dead still lived in his heart.The return from death by the act of another being's soul, one who loved him, who loved Elijah.Elijah was about to embrace his mother, siblings, and father, but Melia's voice stopped him. He turned to her, looking into her eyes."You must embrace them, you must feel them when you finish the prayer," she said, trying to keep her words, so different from Skalliet's, from confusing his mind. "Jahjah, look at me," she asked when she noticed he was looking at Skalliet because of what he was saying. She couldn't let him be convinced. "You are the perfect carnation that, despite ev
Skalliet was on the verge of attacking his brother, but Fox wouldn't allow it. A struggle ensued between them.The screams of others could be heard everywhere. Rebekah was locked in battle with the creatures chasing Skalliet, while Melia still held the frostnive by the wrist, dragging him to the center of the arena before releasing him."Don't do it," her mother's voice cut through the chaos. She stood beside Za, just a few steps away from Melia. "Please.""The decision has already been made," Melia replied without emotion. "Your punishment will be this, Jahjah." The frostnive looked at her in confusion, while despair surrounded them, and the sounds of the ongoing fights echoed in the background. "My lies, in exchange for your difference, are worth much more," she continued. "And soon, you will know."The clear image of Skalliet approaching became visible to everyone. He was after Olliet, intent on taking him, on killing him. He had nothing left to give except what he held for Elijah.
I see your soul, I want to paint it black. No more pure colors, if you choose to take my hand. I can see the beauty in your being, the benevolence in your heart. I can see how little I care about that. The cause and effect of all this is that I want to paint you black. People don't understand, they don't understand you. The world around you is too little for what you truly deserve. Love is scarce, mine is abundant. Life is short, eternity is not. Take my hand, let our eternities merge. I look within me, and my heart is black. I see through you, yours is not. I want to paint it black. I want to paint it black. Join your hand with mine in this dance. Our eternity will unite. The sway of our bodies, our locked gazes, is the little understanding for those around us. I don't care about the fall; I want you with me. Do you want me with you? If so, take my hand. I can't stare at the setting moon. If you join your hand with mine, our love will laugh at us before dawn. I'll
"They love each other so much," Elijah said. "It's visible wherever you look.""With all their hearts," Karina added. "They are meant for each other, they are...""The same soul," Za concluded. "Their love... it's as vast as the thread that allowed them to find each other.""The thread of life given to them by Melia," Elijah said. "The thread given to them by the woman who now hates me." He laughed bitterly. "The woman I love with all my soul." His feline eyes closed as he spoke those words with depth.Za and Karina looked at him without saying anything. What was the need to say anything? Both of them saw the pelinieve as a son, as the boy who, despite everything that happened, remained there, following Melia. Oh, after a being considered impossible...Elijah opened his eyes and released a sigh. Karina's hand covered his over the table."Despite everything, dear, things will be okay, right?" She said, trying to keep her eyes from tearing up. "There's no need to cry; it doesn't fix thi
The faint glow of the lampposts was just on the edge of the darkened sky. The breeze was cold yet strangely warm. The music was in tune with the celebration, and everywhere you looked, it was elegant, more so than anyone had ever imagined. The vast majority of those who usually settled for the first thing they found in their closets were now more than perfect; they caught everyone's attention, the epitome of beauty in their tailor-made dresses, illuminating the campus even more, which served as the backdrop for the dance.The tuxedos fit each of the guys more than perfectly. Their stances and the way they held their partners were in perfect harmony. Tonight was the dawn of a new day when, for once, the majority behaved themselves.In the hallway, Pelinieve struggled with his tie. His white hair was perfectly combed back, his tuxedo fitting him impeccably, but his expression... it was one of displeasure. He didn't want to be here, didn't want to come to this dance. He had no desire to
" Certain things happened around the vicinity of Rome centuries ago," Rebekah replied. "In that place, she stayed with Skalliet for many years... Consequently, when writers heard stories from there, and the name of a certain Melia Conkinova echoed even more... They decided to base everything that happened in her life, with her family, in that city. " And her father? They say he was the owner and practically the king of that place. " Rome, so to speak, would be the creator's domain," Fox spoke. "Elijah, everything you've read, every distorted aspect of places, names... it all happened in the realm above. Never on Earth. " It can't be..." Elijah murmured almost inaudibly. "Are you telling me that Melia was never a terrestrial being? " That's right." In response to the answer, his mouth hung open in shock. Such a thought had never crossed his mind. He found it more credible that, being a terrestrial being, she simply did something very different to survive for so many years. But never
There was no explanation; no one could provide one, and they all swore by everything. Who could have organized the ancient party in such a short time? Most people wondered, including the entire leadership group. Several days had passed, and they thought that there wasn't enough time to organize the party so quickly. Helena had been tasked with distributing the flyers at the director's request. Unlike the others, she had an approximate idea of who could have organized the party, her own party. The classrooms were filled with students in a brief commotion; there would be no classes today as everyone was at the school to help with various tasks. The purpose of the ancient party, celebrating a fictional character, would come sooner than expected.Tonight, it would begin in the early hours.The director entered the classroom where student Chantai was. He greeted the language teacher and stood before the students."I don't know who to thank for organizing such a perfect party that will take