Alchemy Of Abyss

Chapter Twenty-two (Rayan)~4

That old lady, exiled from her own realm, vowed to her elders that she would bring chaos and havoc to the world. She found herself among strong creatures hoping for a taste of humanity, assisting them in further destroying the realm. They were the perfect complement to her actions.

The more I think about it, the more I understand why they exiled her. She deserved it.

When he opened his eyes, he was in a white void. Something was approaching him from afar. The vision gradually became clearer; it was an attractive young woman. He couldn't see her body. She appeared to have merged with that whiteness in its purest form.

Her eyes were a fiery red color. She gave him an approachable smile. He couldn't help but return her angelic smile. She moved in closer, her mouth above his ears, whispering something.

Her voice seemed to come from inside his head. She ran her hand over his arm and drew something on his palm, and when she let go, the ground spun, and the whiteness intensified. Osir swiftly opened his eyes, out of breath. The old lady smiled fondly at him and said, "Now you can be with your love."

He gained all of Eisai's memory, he had stripped some of his powers years earlier. He couldn't handle how strong it was. He could transfer to any variant of himself in any reality without losing consciousness.

His powers evolved as he grew stronger, and he was even able to transfer his soul to any time traveler. Countless memories and information nearly drove Eisai insane. What happened in the white void gave Osir access to travel to any human consciousness and control of their body as his own.

Osir's mind could manage such power, at least that's what he thought.

He thought of her, her smile and golden silky hair. He was desperate to smell her flowery scent again, but this time would be different. He felt his body vibrate and the ground creak beneath his feet.

He felt different when much hotter air hit him. He opened his eyes, stronger, and looked down at his tanned hand. He knew he went back to her, to Kiya, when the intense lotus scent filled his lungs.

"I know your father didn't teach you well, kid, he was always a player and never mastered a spell." He heard Hori's voice and Shuttarna's laughter from a distance.

They were laughing at the far end of the hall. His gaze was drawn to her radiant smile, and she appeared even more stunning. He felt a rush of emotions as their eyes locked, a sense of familiarity, excitement, and a deep longing to know and connect with her.

There is an immediate magnetic pull that draws him toward Kiya and birthing an inexplicable bond.

Hori followed her gaze and turned around to see him. He motioned for him to approach. "This is my son Nebamun; he will guide you throughout the kingdom." All memories flooded Osir's mind as he heard his human name, filling his heart with all Nebamun emotions.

"Father," Osir said as he approached them. Kiya's gaze was fixed on him. As they began to discuss the new horse-trading deal, Hori wrapped his arm around Shuttarna's shoulder and motioned him to walk in a different direction.

They took another step away from them. Osir was nervous, and he wanted to talk but his mouth was locked in a wide smile.

"I'm Kiya," she said, smiling at his nervous expression. "I really like your collar." She pointed to his multi-colored gemstone-encrusted gold broad collar. He smiled as he ran his fingertips over it.

Osir wanted to be close to Kiya, he was indeed falling for her. Their bond grew over time, and they never left each other's side. They talked and shared memories, gradually and deeply falling in love.

When their paths crossed, a spark ignited, transcending the boundaries of their separate souls. Osir's heart swelled with admiration for Kiya's purity, while her own heart quickened in his kindness and unwavering love.

Just bullshit. Osir's true identity was long since gone. He had forgotten who he was and what oath he must honor. He was blinded by human love that he wasn't destined to feel or live. He was gradually upsetting all natural laws and all boundaries established to divide yet coexist both worlds.

The Divines were forbidden from interacting with humans because doing so would cause chaos. It is neither a theory nor a myth. It is the truth.

Osir sat beside her on the soft sand of the beach, looking deeply into her blue ocean-colored eyes. He ran his hand through her golden hair, smiling and whispering something to himself.

She looked at him, unsure what he had said. "It's difficult for me to put into words how I feel for you... I never imagined finding an angel like you would be possible for someone like me... My heart yearns to be with you; I'm madly in love with you."

Her face flushed, and her pearled teeth shone brightly. Shining tears formed in her pretty eyes, escaping, and leaving glossy lines on her red cheeks. She cupped her small hands around his face and whispered the same words to him. His heart felt alive and full. Genuinely alive.

Their eyes meet as they get closer, filled with longing. Their lips slowly come together, brushing against each other in a tender caress, teasing and building the passionate desire.

A spark is ignited with each gentle press of their lips, setting their senses on fire. They lose themselves in the moment, forgetting about the rest of the world as they give in to the intense pleasure of their kiss. Time appears to stretch as if the universe is captivated by their love.

They were like two rabbits in love. It was strange when Mariat showed me that part as he was so taken aback by how far Osir would go.

Their love grew and deepened until Osir decided to tell Kiya the truth. He yearned to reveal his true identity, to show his true face. However, fear gripped him, fear of rejection, of losing the love he cherished.

The stars began to twinkle as the sun set below the horizon. Osir stood at their favorite spot on the beach of Rhakotis, a beautiful city. Looking out at the blue sea. Kiya joined him, her eyes reflecting the soft glow of the moon.

He turned to Kiya, his voice trembling with fear, and began to tell her about his true self. Only fear could be heard in his voice. Spoke of his realm, of his duty to vouch for each soul to its new life, and how, amidst his duty to vouch for her to the Duat, he had fallen in love with her. He finally showed her his true face.

Kiya listened and watched in stunned silence, her eyes widening with a mixture of fear and disbelief. As Kiya processed the truth that had been laid bare in front of her, silence enveloped them, hanging heavy in the air.