All Chapters of I'd Rather Fall From Grace: Chapter 1 - Chapter 2

2 Chapters

Chapter 1: Long Live, The King.

Chapter 1: Long Live, The King The tales are wrong. Hell, or what the people call “Nether” in this universe is not scorching hot. In fact, the temperature of the place is above freezing cold. Lagpas na sa mga kamay niya sa daliri kung ilang beses siyang bumisita rito. But she’s certain that she is never going to get used to the place, much more the dread that comes along with it. A shiver runs down her spine when a gust of wind passes her by. It came with hundreds of needles that stuck to her skin. As if that wasn’t enough, the knots of fabric in her stomach tighten when she feels thousands— no. Millions. Millions of eyes watching her move, drilling holes into her entirety. Tumingala siya. In front of her are tall, mocking gates made out of bones and thorns. Sa likod nito ay kung saan naroroon ang trono ng hari ng Nether. She wonders for the umpteenth time what it looks like inside. Does it have the same motif as the gates? Anong tinatago niya sa loob— so much that he had to put it

Last Updated : 2021-12-29

Chapter 2: Life Lines.

I'd Rather Fall From Grace/Rain

Chapter 2: Life Lines.Umihip ang malakas at malamig na hangin sa buong Lower Court. The wind gushes through the open windows and sweeps the curtain off of their feet. It takes the flowing fabric (that seems to be made out of thousands and thousands of rose petals) by the waist. Sa likod ng bintana ay isang pares ng itim na mga mata. Those coal-black eyes solemnly watch the magnificent dance of the universe unfolding in front of him, accompanied by the blows of air that sound like all the greatest symphonies in history combined. Kahit ang suot niyang pulang balabal, maging ang mahaba at itim niyang buhok ay sumasabay sa awitin.But if there’s one thing that Leofric is certain of, it’s that everything must come to an end. He continues to watch and listen as the wind gradually loses its vigor. Hanggang ang tanging natira na lang ay ang naghihinalong hininga ng hangin; the curtain, as well as the strands of his hair and his robes slow down. The performance is entering its last movement.

Last Updated : 2022-08-20