"Power. Big, international, non-diplomatic, projected power is something else. It lends you more might, but it doesn't have the utilities of strength. It lays eggs in you. It becomes a parasite you have to feed. Power does nothing but eat."
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By the fallen ruins of an ancient manor, seated at the foot of a clear river, surrounded by abandoned villages, there was a grave.
A grave whose stone was not made of cement, or any other crude material, which was most often used in the days of old.
It was a fine grave, the tombstone was crafted seemingly by a master; its material consisting of Rose Quartz.
Red spider lilies had sprung up all around it.
It was a place carefully cared for, despite never having held the body of the deceased, whose name was carved almost gently, into the stone's forefront.
And beneath it, a phrase could be read:
私たちが分かち合った愛
Yes, there was a grave, by the curve of the river, untouched despite the years which passed.
A grave which was built beside a large old manor.
A grave which was empty, without a body.
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"However we try to struggle, in the end, against time, it may all prove to be in vain."
"Power comes with its price."
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Regrets(Muzan x fem OC)
FanfictionA thousand years have passed, yet I still regret that day. A thousand years have passed, since that fateful day. A thousand years ago when the world was still young, A thousand years ago when the Sun shone so bright, A thousand years ago when the wo...
