Celas was a normal student, ordinary and bright, Living life to the fullest, from morning till night. An orphan at heart, yet he helped those in need, An angel to some, while to others, a miscreant indeed. Titles piled upon him, but he cared not a bit, As long as life was peaceful, he felt he could fit. Yet suddenly thrust into a world unknown, Starting from scratch, with no seeds he had sown. A life with memories, a daunting new start, But before him knelt a man, stirring thoughts in his heart. With longing eyes that seemed to wait for this day, Celas hesitated, unsure of his way. Two paths lay before him, with choices to make, The man stood in the middle, causing doubt to awake. Did the two paths divide or form something new? What fate awaited him in this realm, so true? 𓇢𓆸 ꜱᴛᴀᴛᴜꜱ: 𝓗𝓲𝓪𝓽𝓾𝓼

堕落 - 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛 𝚘𝚛 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚍𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚞𝚛𝚎. In a world where shadows endlessly creep, Where yoma's grasp devours the innocent's sleep, Despair reigns high, and hope fades away, The Organization has claimed her from day. A dark sanctuary, steeped in secrets and blood, Molding her spirit, like steel in the flood. A weapon forged in the fires of night, Against the horrors that shun the light. Amidst the chaos, a voice softly calls, A haunting whisper that rises and falls. It teases her mind with a purpose unknown, A blend of madness that chills to the bone. Intrigued yet terrified, she walks on the edge, Driven to madness, a delicate pledge. With every step, her fate intertwines, In this twisted dance where darkness aligns. 𓇢𓆸 ꜱᴛᴀᴛᴜꜱ: 𝓞𝓷𝓰𝓸𝓲𝓷𝓰, 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓼𝓵𝓸𝔀 𝓾𝓹𝓭𝓪𝓽𝓮. 𓇢𓆸 ᴅɪꜱᴄʟᴀɪᴍᴇʀ: 𝓘 𝓭𝓸 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓸𝔀𝓷 𝓒𝓵𝓪𝔂𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓷𝓸𝓻 𝓲𝓽𝓼 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓮𝓻, 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝓫𝓮𝓵𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓸 𝓝𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓱𝓲𝓻𝓸 𝓨𝓪𝓰𝓲.

Yuki still remembers that moment, vivid, surreal as if it were carved into the stars themselves. Once, he believed dreams were nothing more than wild fictions of the imagination, passing illusions of sleep. But that night, standing beneath the tapestry of stars, everything changed. He was only five years old. And yet, there he stood, small, fragile, wounded, beneath a sky dusted in starlight and floating feathers. In front of him hovered a vision: a magnificent being with vast, snow-white wings stretched wide as if to shield or perhaps, to imprison. Long, midnight-black hair cascaded down his back, framing a face too perfect, too still, too... dangerous. His eyes, piercing pools of golden fury glared into Yuki's soul like flames that remembered a war he never fought. Yuki's breath caught as the sting of a fresh wound reminded him, this was no dream. And then the angel spoke. "You really... forgot about me," the voice trembled, not with sorrow, but rage, gritted teeth, golden eyes glinting with something sharp, something broken. A sword gleamed under the moonlight, pointed directly at the boy's face. It shimmered like judgment. Yuki froze. Who could blame him? He was supposed to be stargazing, not being hunted down by an angel with abandonment issues! What divine rule had he unknowingly broken? For all his five years of toddling on Earth, he was fairly certain he'd never crossed an angel, mythical or otherwise. The angel's expression remained beautifully blank, emotionless, haunting and yet the air around him bristled with danger. Yuki, trembling and pale, stood on the brink of collapse. White feathers rained down gently from the heavens, serene in contrast to the fury before him. And in that impossible moment, as innocence met wrath beneath the indifferent stars, Yuki asked himself: "Am I still dreaming?"

He remembers the peach blossom on her cheek, and the smile that outshone the world. She was a lily in clear water - pure, distant, untouchable. Yet he took her, knowing lilies wither when torn from their pond. And still, he cannot let her go.

失われた大義 - 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜. A wanderer lost in crimson haze, Where shadows twist and secrets blaze. A cause unknown, a path untold, In the heart of night, where the brave grow cold. Eyes that hide what others seek, In riddles deep, the silence speaks. A name erased, a truth concealed, In his embrace, the lost revealed. For those who chase his haunted flame, Beware the cost of knowing his name. A cause adrift in endless night, To find the truth, you lose the light. 𓇢𓆸 ꜱᴛᴀᴛᴜꜱ: 𝓞𝓷𝓰𝓸𝓲𝓷𝓰, 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓼𝓵𝓸𝔀 𝓾𝓹𝓭𝓪𝓽𝓮. 𓇢𓆸 ᴅɪꜱᴄʟᴀɪᴍᴇʀ: 𝓘 𝓭𝓸 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓸𝔀𝓷 𝓐𝓽𝓽𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓸𝓷 𝓣𝓲𝓽𝓪𝓷 𝓸𝓻 𝓲𝓽𝓼 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼; 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝓫𝓮𝓵𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓸 𝓗𝓪𝓳𝓲𝓶𝓮 𝓘𝓼𝓪𝔂𝓪𝓶𝓪.

Kyoya Ootori had always known how to calculate his every move, ensuring everything remained in his favor. As the third son of the prestigious Ootori family, great expectations were placed upon him, but rather than feeling burdened, he thrived under the weight of ambition. The more unattainable something seemed, the more determined he was to seize control. And that was exactly what Kaguya Shirogami was to him. The heir to Japan's most powerful family, one that ruled with an iron fist. From the moment they were assigned as childhood playmates, Kyoya had already begun speculating countless ways this connection could serve him in the future. Yet... As he sat before the quiet, indifferent boy, Kyoya found himself unexpectedly rattled. Kaguya's infamous lavender-red eyes locked onto him, their intensity sending an involuntary shiver down his spine. It was almost absurd-how someone with such an angelic, doll-like face could wield such an overwhelming presence. And yet, Kyoya was captivated. Kaguya fascinated him. Every action, every glance, every word held his undivided attention. He was keenly aware of it, yet he couldn't resist the pull. He wanted-no, needed-this boy to see him, acknowledge him, focus on him. But somehow, things had taken an unexpected turn. Now, as Kyoya watched the once-imposing young man beside him frantically devouring his ice cream, he blinked in disbelief. Kaguya suddenly began choking, his panicked voice breaking the tension. "Kyoya! Kyoya! I'm dying! Cough, cough-" Kyoya let out a deep sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. What, exactly, had he gotten himself into?

血の花びら - 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚢 𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎. B͏o͏r͏n͏ o͏f͏ n͏o͏b͏i͏l͏i͏t͏y͏, f͏i͏r͏s͏t͏ o͏f͏ h͏i͏s͏ l͏i͏n͏e͏, A͏ c͏r͏o͏w͏n͏ u͏n͏s͏e͏e͏n͏, a͏ w͏e͏i͏g͏h͏t͏ t͏o͏ d͏e͏f͏i͏n͏e͏. L͏e͏s͏s͏o͏n͏s͏ i͏n͏ r͏u͏l͏i͏n͏g͏, a͏ key i͏n͏ h͏i͏s͏ h͏a͏n͏d͏, A͏ c͏h͏i͏l͏d͏ s͏h͏a͏p͏e͏d͏ b͏y͏ a͏ k͏i͏n͏g͏d͏o͏m͏'s͏ c͏o͏m͏m͏a͏n͏d͏. H͏e͏ g͏u͏a͏r͏d͏s͏ w͏h͏a͏t͏ h͏e͏ t͏r͏e͏a͏s͏u͏r͏e͏s͏, h͏i͏s͏ h͏e͏a͏r͏t͏ i͏n͏t͏e͏r͏t͏w͏i͏n͏e͏d͏, I͏n͏ s͏h͏a͏d͏o͏w͏s͏ h͏e͏ s͏t͏a͏n͏d͏s͏, l͏e͏a͏v͏i͏n͏g͏ j͏o͏y͏ b͏e͏h͏i͏n͏d͏. T͏o͏ s͏h͏i͏e͏l͏d͏ t͏h͏o͏s͏e͏ h͏e͏ l͏o͏v͏e͏s͏, h͏e͏'l͏l͏ b͏e͏a͏r͏ a͏n͏y͏ b͏l͏a͏m͏e͏, A͏ v͏i͏l͏l͏a͏i͏n͏ o͏r͏ h͏e͏r͏o͏, i͏t͏'s͏ a͏l͏l͏ j͏u͏s͏t͏ a͏ n͏a͏m͏e͏. W͏h͏a͏t͏ i͏s͏ t͏h͏e͏ c͏o͏s͏t͏ o͏f͏ a͏ l͏o͏v͏e͏ s͏o͏ p͏r͏o͏f͏o͏u͏n͏d͏? A͏ p͏r͏i͏n͏c͏e͏ o͏r͏ a͏ p͏a͏w͏n͏-w͏h͏a͏t͏ b͏i͏n͏d͏s͏ h͏i͏m͏, u͏n͏b͏o͏u͏n͏d͏? 𓇢𓆸 ꜱᴛᴀᴛᴜꜱ: 𝓞𝓷𝓰𝓸𝓲𝓷𝓰, 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓼𝓵𝓸𝔀 𝓾𝓹𝓭𝓪𝓽𝓮. 𓇢𓆸 ᴅɪꜱᴄʟᴀɪᴍᴇʀ: 𝓘 𝓭𝓸 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓸𝔀𝓷 𝓥𝓪𝓶𝓹𝓲𝓻𝓮 𝓚𝓷𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓷𝓸𝓻 𝓲𝓽𝓼 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓮𝓻, 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝓫𝓮𝓵𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓸 𝓜𝓪𝓽𝓼𝓾𝓻𝓲 𝓗𝓲𝓷𝓸.