Unveiled (MLL)

With each mile that he passed with his car his anger turned from fury to a blinding fire to a pitch black pit of chaos. And yet the pitch black chaos was too small a word as further ahead he went, until there he stood in front of ‘Manerium Somniorum’ The manor of dreams. Standing at the gates his anger dissipated to a form of fear and melancholy. Christian knew it like he knew the back of his hand that these emotions were his. Whatever he was feeling was an aftermath of what the manor was listening in on. The walls were screaming the story that unfolded between their bricks as the windows tried to leap open, over powered by the yearning need for some kind of a void. An escape from what unfolded. The gate of the manor seemed barred from reality. Acutely preoccupied by the nightmare. Participating and escaping every word the manor screamed. Time did not exist beyond these gates. No what was left behind was simply the shadow of broken hearts. With each second that passed Christian watched a darkness descend upon the manor as thick mists of clouds and shadows formed. Untouched was the reality outside the gate but inside Manerium Somniorum dreamed. Dreamed of a heartbroken man. Echoed of an unquenchable thirst. Begged for her return. Pulling every reality into it in its desperation, whispering and moaning Christian or anyone that dared to watch to enter. Enter their dream. Dream their love. And bathe in their despair as a symphony lulled Christian into a heavy sleep. With each ticking minute the manor seemed to draw further and further away, without even realizing his eyes had closed and his body was mesmerized by her. By them. It played out again like a song, starting with a verse. A look. A pair of eyes. A shadow. As translucent darkness shone brightly around a man and interlaced with his soul. And there she stood. It was her form and her face and yet her eyes betrayed who she was. A conscious thought metaphored into her existence, standing right there under the soft glow of his lantern. Christian was the prince and the prince was chaos as their fell in love for the first time. As their skin felt the fleeting graze of her smile and their ears heard the soft whisper of her gown tease the ground. There all three souls stood as one falling in love with the same form and yet a different woman. "We were never meant for tomorrow ..." She said with a trembling voice as her hand reached out for his, so close and yet much like their fates all there was between them were dreams.

taipan · 都市

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74 Chs

Chapter 38

Athena moved a little further, watching as the memory faded to merge into another one. She heard the loud laughter of a woman. It was different from that of the woman with burgundy hair.

The timber was much higher than that of the woman with burgundy hair. It was sweeter.

She stood right there beside the wall this time, wrapped in a blanket as her hands reached out calling to the other woman.

"Liza …"

There was a form of love in her voice. The tenderness that came only when you were in love with someone. From years of memories together. From a happiness that could not be denied. Liza, the woman with the burgundy hair came into view.

An exasperated expression on her face. As she gave into the woman's demands. Athena could see it in the creature's eyes that she loved the other woman. They were so soft.

Looking at her with awe. The creature was truly beautiful once. She was pure once.

Liza folded her arms around the other woman and said, "There will be a day I will stop pampering you my love … you're not worth the trouble."

Liza said with a sweet smile on her face as she kissed the woman's forehead.

"Do you love me?"

"You know I do …"

A sad smile masked Athena's face as she moved further still closer to the glass as the laughter still echoed somewhere in the back.

A strong dark energy was present at the edge of the glass. The energy was completely different from the rest of the room. The resistance Athena felt upon entering the chateau became stronger. A strong feeling of guilt, shame and pain washed over her senses.

Athena was about to touch the glass when she felt the first burning lick of the creature. Liza was here. Morever, Liza knew that Athena was here.

"Don't!"

Boomed Liza's loud voice from behind. Anger emanated from her very being.

"I don't want you to see what you will see when you touch that glass. I don't want you to find out the secrets that these walls hold. The pain that they have suffered. The one story that you will revive when you touch it. Little bird, you will unleash horrors upon this world that no longer wish to unleash. You know you are changing me … if you set that door free behind it you will only find your damnation. She is still here. She never left. And she is not a Sarrafas like me. She is something much worse. Much more broken. And letting her go will only cause pain to her and you. You will seal your fates. A fate worse than mine… You know what I am talking about. I know you can see the black waves. I know you can feel how different it is from the rest of the chateau. You are drawn to it, aren't you? Just like you were drawn to him. Just like he drew you into the darkness … you want to join him don't you? Atleast a part of you does. I wonder if you were actually born to bring the light? Or were you meant to harness the shadows?"

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