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Once, there was the Red Phoenix. It had suffered for an eternity, but the time had come to eradicate the pain. The Red Phoenix sought to destroy its agony with love, until that very love destroyed it in turn.

Once, there was a little girl. She never knew what she was, but she was destined to find out. She shattered her ignorance with another world, until that world shattered her.

A God loved a lost red-haired girl. A demon loved a Goddess who claimed she wasn’t lost, even as she wandered. But love was not the solution to everything. For He enjoyed testing great loves with chaos. There had to be war. Bodies were meant to be slick with blood and sweat. Hearts were destined to break. Because He knew that hands accustomed to holding roses would suffer gravely when forced to hold a sword.

"The Red Phoenix has risen; the Black Phoenix shall fall. I offer you two loves: one to glorify, the other to humiliate. You will play your part, yet you will never know. You won’t know that the love you insulted fought for people like you. You won’t know the girl who fought and lost that love. None of you will ever know the girl stabbed by the very love she felt. But they will know. And they will regret releasing the beast."

My thoughts encapsulate my feelings in that box.


Finish me, the reality of myself is not left.


Hiraeth grunted when we parted our lips and looked at Hades standing at the door of the treasure chamber. "It wouldn't be good if you had left us alone a little bit, would you?" Hades grinned at Hiraeth with a vengeance. "You can kiss anywhere except here. So go out." When I shrugged and started walking, Hiraeth was also walking behind me without a word. He might not be saying anything, but I was sure his eyes were focusing angrily on Hades.


Chapter 117 - "Our Soul Is The Lock Of A Closed Box"