Epiphany: Reminiscence

Prologue

That which connects the time is the cycle of reincarnation

   I listened to the lullaby whispers, raising my head to face the light pouring down through the stained glass. Two angels with dark wings were looking at the pitiful me. The orchestral chorus of the death slowly hypnotized me, making me avert my eyes from the flames of the inferno.

We are but actors on the great stage of the world

   I turn around, hearing the doors of the church crack open. Through the gap of darkness, she who shares my fate comes, like a bride adorned for her husband. But so am I, the darkness which she bears. She steps ahead, but stops, looking with empty eyes at me.

"You can never return," my voice echoes, announcing her fate as flames come in closer to the two of us. Behind me, the crucified angel witnesses our fated meeting, where two shall become one once more.

My will shall be heard once more

   Memories of sorrow turned into a tool of blame. It's been too long since I felt this thrill... I stepped towards her, the mask of plague falling at my feet. She looked at me, nodding her head. In her clear blue eyes there was no doubt about her determination.

"I have no intention of returning," she answered.

   I smiled, seeing myself in her. Maybe now, my soul will finally find peace.

   I raised my hands. In my right, a golden goblet appeared. In my left, there was a silver knife.

   One last time, I looked at her. She was no longer helpless, as I first knew her. She was the final blossom of the tree I planted long ago.

"Let me tell you of the sins you have committed."

   I cut the flesh on my arm, letting the blue blood flow into the goblet. With each drop, my curse was released. I gasped for air, feeling it enter my lungs for the first time in forever. This blood... the burden coming with it shall not be easy. Yet she was ready to accept it, knowing the price.

   I handed her the goblet.

This is the thriller you've chosen

   She took it in her frail hands, but I did not let it go, afraid of the power that should befall her.

   She saw my hesitation and smiled, looking at me with merciful eyes.

"It will be fine. With us, the end shan't come."

   I let go, gathering the resolution of entrusting the world to its fate. The long since made promise... Was it the time for it to be fulfilled?

   She looked down at the blood in the goblet, closing her eyes, praying. I did the same, praying together with her.

We prayed for the end...

We prayed for the beginning...

We prayed for salvation...

We prayed for magic...