"Let's see... if I translate what's written here—"
No one had expected anything from him at first. But as Tia began speaking, his slow, deliberate words gradually shifted the atmosphere in the room. Indifference turned to surprise, then to wonder.
One by one, their eyes widened in astonishment.
The Pact of Trinity
I. Aition
When the king of spirits reigned the world,
When fate did turn and echoes sing,
Spawns of the demon of the Heaven,
Prayed to the one, the Infinite Beyond.
From realms unseen, where silence dwells,
From depths unknown, their longing swayed,
the True One heard their Avaricious cries,
And sent His herald from beyond the skies.
With wings of flame, through night he fell,
Wishes to grant, with judgement keen.
A wish was made, obsession sworn—
To bind the souls once lost and torn.
A shattered soul, a longing deep,
A bond no force could tear or cleave.
A vow no fate nor gods could keep,
A pact to last through endless time.
Not once, nor twice, yet thrice it comes,
No longer chance, but fate's true name.
Heaven's light wove soul to soul,
Mending what was lost and whole.
ii. Apropos
Not all may weave this sacred thread,
For souls must call, where fate has led.
A broken heart, a mirrored mind,
Or contrasts sharp, yet still aligned.
Few will meet, and fewer stay,
Yet those who do shall find their way.
Bound by will, yet not in chains,
A pact of soul where fate entwines.
Three paths lace, through time and space,
To rise as one—or break and fall.
Bonded once
Bound in flow, their essence sings,
A chorus vast on unseen strings.
Through arcane tides, their power grows,
As mana joins and freely flows.
Bonded twice
A mirrored heart, no thought can hide,
Through breath and pain, through love and fears,
They live as one through fleeting years,
Bound by fate, by life in wake, by death in dream.
One shall fall, and both shall fade,
One reborn, the path remade.
No fear, no loss, no step alone,
For what is one is now their own.
Bonded Thrice
Once is a chance, a fleeting thread,
Twice may break, though fate is spread.
Yet thrice the vow, and none unweave,
A chain eternal none deceive.
Beyond flesh and frame, time and space,
Their spirits merge in boundless grace.
A greater whole, a truth untold,
A single form, both vast and old.
A bond thrice sworn from depths of heart,
Through realms unknown, through lives unseen,
Forever bound in fate's serene,
A greater path, evolving soul.
iii. Approach
Upon the day when shadows rise,
When planets dim in ashen skies,
When light is lost and time stands still,
The pact is sworn—the sacred will.
On eclipse's shroud, let worlds align,
And fate shall weave what stars design.
By Earth's true balance, fate is drawn,
A sacred thread, a world reborn.
Only those with fates unchained,
With broken souls or mirrors claimed,
Or those whose light and shadow meet,
May forge the bond where echoes beat.
As nature gives, the pact demands,
Crystals fade in willing hands.
Through harmony, through flow divine,
The strength of souls begins to shine.
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The Eclipse Moons Grimoire: Lilith's Soft Whispers
Mystery / ThrillerA boy who wishes to be a girl dies in an accident and reincarnates in a world of gods and demons as the second son of the baroness with hidden past. His supposed mother disguises and raises him as a girl.
