Desdemona slowly opened her eyes till they fully opened. She tried to lift her head from the bed, but felt a slight pain in her neck. “Ouch!” She sounded in discomfort and quickly relaxed her head back on the bed.After a minute, she gradually lifted her head and sat up on the bed.She yawned and brushed her hand through her face. “Where am I?” She wondered, looking around the room.A thought passed through her mind, making her eyes widened in a mixture of shock and fear. “Am I?” She phrased, unable to complete her statement out of fear.She jolted her head in opposition. “No! No! It can't be! I can't be reincarnated!” She yelled.She quickly moved to the bed's edge, wanting to stand on her feet, but she felt pain as she put her feet on the floor and she quickly went back.Desdemona accepted she has been reincarnated, but the thought of being destined to live a miserable life like her previous life made tears flooded out of her eyes.She felt pains in her head, making her cage her he
Martius placed an herb pot on the fire and sat on a wood beside it.A minute later, his body vibrated, alarming him about a bad thing that had happened.“What's going on?”He tried to think about what happened for a minute and his mind went to Arram. “Did something happen to my lord?”The clouds turned dark, and a tornado appeared.The reaper walked out of the tornado and walked into the hut.“What's going on?” He raised a rhetorical question, keeping his mouth densely ajar till the reaper took Arram's soul and walked out of the hut.Martius wanted to stop the reaper. He took three steps towards him, but paused and watched the reaper walk back to the tornado and disappear.“I need to do something…” he thought. He bit the left side of his lower lip for a few seconds.He concluded and quickly stretched out his left hand. He drew a sign on his palm and closed his palm.“The incantation.” He chanted some incantation and opened his palm.He moved his palm to his mouth to blow it to blow, b
“What?!” Martius’s eyes widened, watching the sword struggle to penetrate Desdemona’s chest to no avail.“What’s wrong?”He quickly stretched out his left hand and used his index finger to draw a spell on it. He stared deeply into his palm for a few seconds and saw Arram’s tear falling into Desdemona's mouth.He took a step backward, shocked. “She is in possession of my lord’s relic?” He let out in disbelief.He stared at Arram’s face. “Why are you going this far for her?” He queried.He resorted his gaze back at Desdemona. “Since I can’t harm you without my lord getting hurt, I will wait until you wake up and then, I will kill you.” He vowed.******{An hour later}Arram gradually opened his eyes and looking at his side to see Desdemona lying beside him, he instantly figured out he was still in his hideout.He raised his head and sat up on the bed. He felt a slight pain in his head, and he held his forehead, frowning his face in discomfort.Remembering the reaper had taken Desdemona’
Arram entered the hut, holding a bowl of hot water in his hands and a towel hung on his shoulder. He put the water down beside the bed, where Desdemona had been lying unconscious for a week.After he brought her to his hideout- a hut built in the middle of a thick forest, he sacrificed a lot to bring her down from the heaven and earth bridge, but she hasn’t opened her eyes yet.He has used many herbs to heal her internal wounds but none worked. Arram sat on the bed’s edge and wiped the sweat on Desdemona’s forehead.He sat beside her on the bed and fixed his eyes on her peeled lips. “I don’t mind paying with everything I have, I will protect you…”He drew the water bowl closer and dug the towel into it, but quickly took his hands out because it was too hot.He blew air on his hand and quickly went outside to get water from the pot.He came back and met her gasping. “What happened?!”He rushed to her side and scanned her from head to toe, trying to detect why she was like that, but he
“All I ever want is to lay the curse on my damn mate and end this miserable life.” He shook his head and shrugged. “Then, I shall act upon your wish,” he said, taking a step back. He stood tall, his white embroidered doublet and fitted hose gleaming in the light, a silver cloak with ermine fur trim flowing behind him. A golden circlet rested on his shoulder, a subtle reminder of his noble status.He pointed a finger at her, and a shimmering thread appeared between them, its delicate strand glowing softly in the air. As he tightened his grip, the thread seemed to take on a life of its own, pulsing with an otherworldly energy.He hung his left hand behind him, bringing his fingers to his lips as he closed his eyes and whispered a spell. “Nipa ẹjẹ, iṣọn, ati agbara omi ti nṣàn, jẹ ki okùn yi di, ṣiṣẹ okunkun si alabaṣepọ rẹ ti o ni alẹ lalẹ.”His eyes snapped open, and with a swift motion, he jabbed his finger at her, the thread piercing her chest and vanishing into her body. “Oh!” She
“Oh!” Izzy moaned as her eyes opened, her gaze bleary with the remnants of unconsciousness. She lay on the cold floor, her face covered with dried blood. The morning’s torment had left her broken and unconscious, yet they left her, knowing she’d awaken with the dawn’s demise—as always.Her face was a mess of scars and scabs, old wounds that healed into thick, jagged lines, and new ones that still oozed and stung. Her skin was dirty, her cheeks smeared with grime, and her clothes were nothing but tattered rags.It was like her body always fought itself, healing up old wounds and seemed to beg for new ones. Every morning, she’d wake up to find some of the damage had fixed itself—like her body was just preparing for the next beating.With a slow, agonized roll, she turned onto her back, her battered body aching in protest. She lay there, staring up at the sky with a desperate intensity, her eyes burning with tears. “Moon goddess... You up there?” She whispered, her voice a mere breath.