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Durarara It'S Been Real

Been A While

"Do you love me, Jackson?" Jackson cupped her face, his touch gentle, his lips hovering just above hers. "With everything I have, Elissa. Always." She had believed him. From the moment they met, Jackson had been her safe place—her dream of love wrapped in warm embraces and whispered promises. He was everything she had ever wanted, a man who knew how to love her, how to make her laugh, how to set her body on fire with a single touch. Their love had been effortless, intoxicating, the kind that made the world disappear. Marriage was supposed to be a beautiful beginning, and for a while, it was. Jackson showered her with affection, made her feel like a queen. His family embraced her, and she basked in the warmth of a home she had longed for all her life. Every night, she fell asleep in his arms, believing she was the luckiest woman alive. Until the love in his eyes turned into something else. The passion that once burned between them became cold, distant. His once gentle touch became possessive, almost punishing. The man who had once worshipped her body began to treat it like a right, not a gift. She wasn’t sure when it changed—was it when she got pregnant? When she moved into his family home? Or had Jackson been wearing a mask all along? "Jackson… what happened to us?" she whispered one night, hoping for the man she married to return. He looked at her, his gaze unreadable, and for the first time, she felt afraid. "Go to sleep, Elissa," he said, turning away. But she couldn’t. Because deep inside, she knew—something was breaking. And this time, love alone wouldn’t be enough to save it.
SHARM_LEOPARD · 3K Views

Evil is Real

Not a sound, not even a whisper was heard from the Saint Claire household, it was though the devil came to steal,kill and destroy the last surviving members of the Eastern crusaders - the last line of defense against demons. It was a sad day for Zenemiah, the last son of Kish Saint Claire - a brave crusader who died in battle at the borders of their home land - Hailderguard. The members of the house hold gathered around the grave of their master, brother, friend husband and father, Zenemiah's mom and sister couldn't hold back their tears as the priest gave his final blessings to the dead man. " What will become of the household" - " the boy will be in charge"- the relatives of the Saint Claire's debated behind the crowd - "the boy is only 16, he doesn't even know what it means to be a crusader in Hailderguard", Kish's friend - Northington aforesaid. Zenemiah was just 16 yes, but he had already gotten some experience than the old chubby fools in the church - not because his family was rich, he had proven himself again and again in the church training camp that nothing is beyond limits as long as you set your mind towards achieving it. Hailderguard used to be a peaceful land - a place of the church, the Church of the Crusaders, until the devil came - from the depths of the earth, demons poured and their ways leading to the town's shores. To protect the citizens, the church formed a group of able-bodied men and women to slay the beasts, will the gifts of the Holy swords, the crusaders have kept the demons at bay - it was however unfortunate for Kish, who died in battle. The burial ceremony was over, Zenemiah's mom - Eve, called out the servants in the household and instructed to them to clear all of the dead master's belongings to the space room, just in that moment, Eve's daughter - Victoria interrupted when she was given further instructions to the eldest bulter of the household - Bartholomew. "Why are you doing this mother?".... "Father's burial was today and here you are trying to bury everything that reminds me of him, this is so cruel!".. Victoria cried out - "this is not up for discussion young lady,go to your room and lay your head" - Eve replied with such sorrowful bitterness... "If I may my mistress, the space will be come always for the children to still have a memory their late father" - Bartholomew pointed out.. "Very well, I'm sorry Victoria".. Eve said to her daughter, walking away with tears in her eyes. "Thank you Bartholomew" Victoria said. "It was no issue milady, but I fear the one person who's hurt more is your brother".. Bartholomew tried to sympathize with Victoria. Zenemiah hated everything at that moment - England, Hailderguard, the church, the Crusaders, demons ....even himself. ================================ It was 1845, one more year, he becomes a full pledged crusader but fear in his heart, the chances of him getting that driving confidence back is dim. Death is not evil not good - a law of nature, it can be evil sometimes and evil can be real
Davi_Mations · 8.4K Views
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