Chapter 30 - Azones
Before Luxana could elaborate on her cryptic declaration, Cillian's form became a blur of motion. With a display of superhuman agility, he launched himself from the staircase, his body arcing through the air in defiance of the laws of physics.
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The hell- what's up with this guy again? Leaping from almost a 50 ft high staircase like it's a child's play again. Luxana's thoughts raced as she regained her composure.
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As Cillian's feet met the marble floor with preternatural grace, he surged forward, closing the distance between them with inhuman speed. The metallic tang of blood grew more pronounced with each step, a harbinger of the violence that clung to him like a second skin.
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In a heartbeat, Cillian's bloodstained hands seized Luxana's face, his grip unyielding as he drew her close. His gaze, intense and probing, bore into the depths of her zircon blue eyes, searching for truths hidden within their crystalline depths. The force of his grasp was excruciating, Luxana's delicate features contorted by the pressure of his fingers. The cloying scent of blood assailed her senses, its presence a visceral reminder of the danger that lurked beneath Cillian's exterior.
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With desperate strength born of pain and revulsion, Luxana grasped at Cillian's wrists, her slender fingers seeking purchase on his blood-slicked skin. Yet her efforts were in vain, for Cillian's strength, even at the limits of his endurance, far surpassed her own.
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As the agony intensified, Luxana's resolve crumbled. Tears welled up and spilled over, tracing glistening paths down her cheeks, a silent testament to the physical and emotional torment she endured at Cillian's hands.
"Do you truly understand the weight behind the words you've dared to speak?" Cillian's voice cut through the silence like a blade, each syllable heavy and dark with a menace that dripped into the very marrow of my bones. His gaze – sharp, icy, and so deeply penetrating – locked onto mine with an unrelenting intensity. It felt as if he was tracing the line of my very existence, as if those aquamarine eyes could pinpoint the fragile point where my soul clung to life itself. That look – a look that felt like drowning, a look that stripped me bare, down to every hidden fear, every breath I held in my lungs – was matched by a grip that felt unbreakable, as though he could, with his hands alone, shatter me.
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His face hovered inches from mine, his breaths grazing my cheek in hot, measured bursts, mingling with the dread settling over me like a shroud. The air between us was thick, almost suffocating, filled with a tension so visceral that it felt like my very heartbeat reverberated in the silence.
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“L-li-s-n… to… me,” I managed to choke out, my voice breaking into gasps, pleading, trembling. My words stumbled over themselves as I clutched at the edges of my remaining strength. Tears streamed down my cheeks like rivers bursting their banks, spilling over his hands in desperate, silent protest. But Cillian remained unmoved, unyielding, lost in a search so deep within my eyes that he seemed to have no room left for understanding, let alone mercy.
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Then, without warning, his grip loosened. I felt the faintest shift, a sliver of freedom, and before I could think, I threw myself backward, breaking free from his grasp, collapsing to the ground with a thud. My body ached as I struggled for air, for sense, for anything but the hollow terror left in his wake.
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"Why... why, Cillian? What’s wrong with you? Why are you doing this?” The words tumbled out as I stammered through my tears, wiping them away with frantic, trembling hands, only to feel them falling again, unstoppable, like the pathetic, broken remnants of control I had left. Each sob felt like it tore me open further, yet there was no respite, no release, only that relentless anguish that left me clinging to some scrap of hope.
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Without hesitation, Cillian stepped forward. His towering presence filled the space before me, shadowed and unyielding. He bent down, hands reaching out, and seized both of mine, pinning me there as he pulled me back to him. His aquamarine eyes were fixed on me again, their coldness burning like ice on bare skin. But this time, something snapped in me. I yanked my right arm free from his iron grip, my body surging with a sudden rush of defiance that I couldn’t contain.
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And then I slapped him.
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The sound cracked through the room, echoing off the walls like a shot. My palm collided with his cheek in a blaze of fury, my hand stinging with the force of it. His head jerked to the side, a flash of red blooming across his cheek as he stood there, stunned into silence. The servants around us gasped, their wide eyes fixed on the impossible scene unfolding in the hall, helpless to intervene, too stunned to even breathe.
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I turned, ready to escape, to put distance between us. But Cillian was faster. His hands gripped me again, stronger this time, unforgiving, and he forced me down, pressing me against the cold, unyielding marble of the floor. His hand encircled my neck with a brutal force that left no room for breath, no room for thought. His fingers tightened like a vice, squeezing out every ounce of air, every flicker of resistance. Stars exploded before my eyes, light flashing in erratic bursts as darkness clawed its way over me, dragging me under.
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As I lay there, enveloped in the soft embrace of unfamiliar sheets, my consciousness slowly began to stir. The world around me was a hazy blur, my senses gradually awakening to the gentle caress of a cool breeze against my skin. The air carried with it the faint scent of cherry blossoms, a delicate fragrance that tickled my nostrils and stirred memories I couldn't quite grasp.
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Suddenly, cutting through the peaceful silence, a voice as gentle as a spring rain reached my ears. "Watashi no, watashi no ojōsama!" The words, though foreign to my understanding, resonated with a familiarity that sent a shiver down my spine. The melodic tones danced in the air, wrapping around me like a comforting blanket.
My mind, still clouded with the remnants of sleep, began to race. Where had I heard this voice before? The question echoed in the chambers of my thoughts, bouncing off the walls of my consciousness. I lay there, eyes firmly shut, as if keeping them closed would somehow help me grasp the elusive memory that danced just out of reach.
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And then, like a bolt of lightning illuminating a dark sky, realization struck. My eyes flew open, the sudden influx of light momentarily blinding me. I bolted upright, my heart pounding in my chest like a drum, the sheets falling away from my body. As I turned to my right, my gaze fell upon a sight that made my breath catch in my throat.
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There she was, the woman from Omeen, her presence as unexpected as it was welcome. Her face, a canvas of delicate features and warm expressions, was exactly as I remembered it. Her eyes, pools of kindness and concern, locked onto mine. A tidal wave of emotion crashed over me, relief and joy mingling in a potent cocktail that overwhelmed my senses.
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Without warning, tears began to well up in my eyes, spilling over and cascading down my cheeks like a waterfall. The intensity of my emotional response surprised even me, but I was powerless to stop it. The floodgates had opened, and all I could do was ride the wave.
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"Ojōsan! Naze naite iru nodesu ka?" her voice, laced with worry, reached out to me. Though I couldn't understand her words, the concern in her tone was unmistakable. Her brow furrowed, creating delicate lines on her forehead that only served to accentuate her beauty.
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My tears flowed more freely now, my body wracked with sobs that I couldn't control. In response to my obvious distress, she didn't hesitate for a moment. With a grace that belied her urgency, she enveloped me in an embrace so warm and comforting that it felt like coming home after a long, arduous journey.
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As she held me, she whispered softly, "Goshinpainaku, ojōsama. Subete umaku ikimasu." The foreign words washed over me like a soothing balm. Though I couldn't decipher their meaning, the sentiment behind them was clear. She was trying to comfort me, to assure me that everything would be alright.
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In that moment, I was struck by the incredible kindness of this woman. Here she was, offering solace and comfort to someone she barely knew, bridging the gap of language and culture with nothing but the pure intention of her heart. The realization only made me cry harder, but now my tears were a mixture of gratitude and relief.
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I allowed myself to melt into her embrace, my arms finding their way around her body. She held me tightly, her warmth seeping into my very bones. We stayed like that, locked in an embrace that transcended words, as I wept out all the fear, confusion, and loneliness that had been building up inside me. Time seemed to stand still, the world outside our little bubble ceasing to exist.
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Eventually, as all storms must, my tears began to subside. My breathing, which had been ragged and uneven, slowly steadied. As I pulled back slightly, I saw her face, a picture of compassion and care. "Kibun wa yoku narimashita ka, ojōsama?" she asked, her voice as soft as silk. Her smile, pure and gentle, told me all I needed to know about the meaning behind her words.
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Feeling a surge of warmth in my chest, I nodded rapidly, a smile breaking across my face like the sun emerging from behind storm clouds. The simple act of smiling felt like a revelation, as if I was rediscovering a part of myself I had forgotten.
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"Thank you for all the care you've shown me up until now. I'm really grateful to you," I said, my voice hoarse from crying but filled with sincere gratitude. My smile grew brighter, mirroring the radiance of her own. Though we spoke different languages, in that moment, I felt certain that she understood the depth of my appreciation.
Her response was a smile that seemed to light up the entire room, her eyes crinkling at the corners in a way that made my heart swell with affection. She then spoke again, her words flowing like a gentle stream, "Nigenaide kudasai, ojōsama. Nanika tabemono o motte kimasu."
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With a graceful bow that seemed to embody all the elegance and respect of her culture, she turned and left the room, her movements as fluid as water. As the door closed behind her, I found myself alone once more, but the warmth of her presence lingered.
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I leaned back against the wall where the bed was attached, my mind a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. As grateful as I was for the kindness of this woman, I couldn't help but wonder about Cillian.
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Azones...
In the mists of antiquity, the legend of the Azones persists, a haunting narrative of ambition, inquisitiveness, and the perilous consequences of meddling with powers beyond mortal grasp. Once esteemed as masterful sorcerers, the Azones' reputation became forever tarnished, their name synonymous with devastation and the corrupting influence of dark magic.
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During an era when magical prowess was revered and knowledge coveted, a cadre of mages embarked on a perilous expedition to the enigmatic western mountains. Their quest centered on an ancient being, sealed away by their predecessors, whose very essence pulsed with the primordial energies of the earth. Among these intrepid explorers was a prodigious young mage, whose insatiable curiosity about this mysterious entity bordered on obsession.
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As twilight painted the craggy peaks in hues of violet and indigo, the young mage's heart quickened with anticipation. Under the cover of darkness, he would steal away from the sanctuary of their encampment, drawn inexorably by the siren song of the entombed creature. With each incantation woven and ritual performed, he felt the intoxicating surge of dark magic coursing through his veins, a seductive force that whispered promises of enlightenment and dominion.
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The nocturnal air crackled with arcane energy, his spells reverberating through the valleys like the echoes of long-forgotten deities. Yet, with every attempt to rouse the slumbering titan, the earth itself seemed to tremble in warning, as if beseeching him to desist. His fellow mages, growing increasingly uneasy with his frequent absences and the ominous atmosphere, began to search for him with hearts heavy with foreboding.
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On the fateful final night, beneath the watchful gaze of a swollen moon, the young mage stood before the sealed creature, a figure both awe-inspiring and terrifying. As he raised his hands, dark energies swirling around him like a tempest of shadows, the ground convulsed violently. From the depths of the earth, the ancient being stirred, awakening from its aeons-long slumber.
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Drawn by the tremors and the cacophony of unleashed power, the other mages arrived just in time to witness the unthinkable. The creature, a monstrous amalgamation of scales and shadows, emerged, its eyes gleaming with the wisdom of countless millennia. In a heartbeat, it towered over the assembled mages, who had come to rescue their comrade but now found themselves face to face with the harbinger of their doom.
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With a swift and terrible hunger, the creature consumed them, their anguished cries melding with the roar of the earth as the boundaries between life and death blurred into obscurity. The young mage's unbridled ambition had unleashed a force beyond containment, and in that moment, the Azones were irrevocably transformed.
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From that day forward, the empire cast a pall over the Azones, branding them as outcasts, their once-celebrated talents now feared and reviled. The practice of black magic was outlawed, its practitioners hunted and ostracized as the empire sought to expunge all memory of the cataclysm that had unfolded in the mountains. The tale of the Azones became a cautionary legend, a stark reminder of the perils of unchecked curiosity and the allure of forbidden power, resonating through the ages as a testament to the fragility of human ambition when confronted with the unfathomable.
If you're wondering how I know all of this, it's because the books I was lent by the doll-like maids on the day of my arrival in Elmir, were all about the History of Elmir. It bared all sorts of things, from the rise and fall of kingdoms to the intricate tapestry of magic that wove through the lives of its inhabitants. Each page was a portal to a time long past, filled with tales of valor and treachery, love and loss. The maids, with their porcelain skin and ethereal grace, had guided me to the library, their eyes glinting with a knowing spark as they handed me the dusty tomes, as if they understood the weight of the knowledge contained within.
Haaaaah......So, I'm neck-deep in this crap, and guess what? I freakin' hate Cillian. Dude's just a pretty face with zero substance. I gotta stop obsessing over his worthless ass and focus on the real shit going down. And, oh yeah, I'm in Omeen now! Maybe I should hit up my mom, but damn, that's a whole emotional minefield waiting to explode. HAHHHH.....
To be Continued...
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