Tainted Lilac: Dēstruō

Tainted Lilac: Dēstruō

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Inquisition (Babylon 26:65) "Ever get lost in a dream; something completely out of place. So profoundly plunged into the depths of your own-quartered mind. Caught senseless, between the stubbornness, concerning naught of seamless reality. Yet here lay your convoluted conception, free of all doubt, and idly kept stagnant." - Cyrus Haxamanis 530 AG(After Gods) Engraved upon 'The Sigil of Kuros' lay none other then the Son of Babylon. Like the Sun, with all its amassed radiance, so too, did the power of Cyrus co-exist with such passion. Their founder was historic, something completely unknown to the people. His very might and kingdom reigns even to this very day; a forsaken prophecy untold till this moment. What garnered his entitlements, who provided such accountability. Of all the measures of curiosity-how did the Great King-become who he is today. Join, the young forefather, through his adventures of a momentous start. Will you be able to gather the truth?
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"Listen to me Qurratul Ayn, before you go, I want to know; did I ever offend you? Is my love for you too little?" I can feel his hand hovering over mine. He wants to hold it, but he knows better than to do that. "Please, I don't want to do this now. My flight is in thirty minutes." I can feel the tears wetting my Niqab. "No! I want to know. Where did I go wrong? Was it money? I didn't feed you well? I didn't clothe you? My love wasn't enough for you? I need to know, all those years! You're seriously willing to throw them away like they were nothing?" A sob breaks out but I manage to hide it behind a cough. I take a silent deep breath and turn, my Niqab swaying and making a whip sound. "It's not like, they really were nothing! Look, I don't have it in me to explain myself. You said you'd give me whatever I want? Then leave me be. I never loved you okay! I never did, it was all a sham, a facade!" His hand that was looming over mine falls limp beside him and he staggers back. "You're lying." He laughs. It's as if he's trying to convince himself. I scoff. "You think so? Well take a look at this." His eyes fill with tears and he takes one of his hands and place it on his mouth. He can't believe that it's actually true. "Okay, Fa'iza." My heart breaks. He never calls me that, ever. "I know something is wrong, and wallahi I'm going to find it out and bring you back to my house in six months. I promise." I feel my heart squeeze knowing his promise can never come to pass, ever. Death is nearing me so nothing can be done. Absolutely nothing. * Ten years of loving, doting over each other and marriage, Fa'iza upped and suddenly said she wanted out of the marriage. After months of persuasion and blackmail, Bello let her go, but before she left, he made a promise. Would he be able to fulfill this promise? STARTED: COMPLETED:

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