Сломанные крылья Серебра / The Broken Wings of Silver: 2

Shikuno, Ristol City -- Tessa Sublunar, Silver 4th rank.
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Camrad_RIP 29.03.25 в 16:39

The mistress of the city stretched out with pleasure on the luxurious bed covered with silk sheets. It was so pleasant, so delightful, to feel young. Her graceful legs touched the floor with cat-like grace, and the cold of the parquet pleasantly cooled her bare feet. The open window and the dank wind of the last month of winter, walking around the bedroom, did not bother her. That one, like her, could not get sick with a common cold.

Camrad_RIP 29.03.25 в 16:43

Getting out of bed, in two sliding steps, she found herself in front of a full-length mirror. She looked herself over from head to toe. A ripple ran across her thin, but nevertheless incredibly feminine lips, turning into a smile. One of those smiles for which men are ready to start wars or storm the highest mountains.

Camrad_RIP 18.05.25 в 14:49

If someone had been able to look into the window of the third floor of one of the elite houses on the central street of the city of Ristol, into the bedroom of the apartment registered in the name of Tessa Orima, they would never have forgotten what they saw.

Camrad_RIP 18.05.25 в 16:48

The dance in which the young sixteen-year-old girl was spinning was not just beautiful, it was so beautiful that there is no talent in this world could describe it. And whoever tried to take on this hopeless task would only end up with an absurd shadow, not conveying even a hundredth of a percent of that grace, plasticity, and perfection of movements in which literally fluttered, barely touching the floor, the one whose name is Sublunar.

Camrad_RIP 18.05.25 в 16:50

But no one is destined to see it, not today, not tomorrow, not ever! Silver does not dance for people, it does not dance for anyone but itself. Such is the nature of Silver. Its strength. Its power.

Camrad_RIP 18.05.25 в 16:51

They say that once upon a time, many thousands of years ago, this was not so. But these are fairy tales, myths, and legends, in which there is not a grain of truth.

Camrad_RIP 18.05.25 в 16:55

Having finished the dance, Tessa seemed to float to the closet and put on the first dress she found. The translucent sundress, stitched with silver threads, gave her already perfect figure a certain weightless finishing touch. Turning the fragile, young girl into an unattainable ideal of beauty.

Camrad_RIP 18.05.25 в 17:13

"How good it is to be young again!" A barely audible whisper escaped the lips of the Mistress.

Camrad_RIP 18.05.25 в 17:13

For the ones like her, there is no need for a corporeal shell. But it is so nice to feel herself not only a spirit, but also truly alive. It's so attractive that all the strength, all the energy that is required to create a body, all this pays off in her eyes a hundredfold. She regretted only one thing, that her rank in the Forces does not allow her to create new bodies more often than once every thirty years. If she had her way, she would forever remain young. As young as now, to feel how living, hot, young blood disperses the cold of the Silver Ice of her soul.

Camrad_RIP 18.05.25 в 17:16

One bad thing is that after rebirth, there is always a loss of strength. Not physical strength, but other strength. But this was fixable. During the three months that she was busy. Pulling the smallest particles to her Spark and forming a living body from them, during this time, Tribute had already accumulated. Tribute she can collect and thereby restore her reserve and feed the Spark.

Camrad_RIP 18.05.25 в 17:19

Taking another look in the mirror, Tessa sighed regretfully and took off her dress. Such a natural gesture and reaction, as if she really were an ordinary woman. With a little sadness in her eyes, she held it in her hands and, with a sharp movement, threw it back into the closet. Picking up the clothes scattered on the floor, she pulled on her jeans, hiding the grace of her legs, and wrapped herself in a thick wool sweater, almost to the knees, behind which even the sharpest eye could not see her perfect body. Old sneakers that had seen better years, an absurd, such a childish-looking hat with two lush pom-poms, as well as huge glasses of an ugly, repulsive shape, completed her wardrobe. Leaving the bedroom, she did not even look in the mirror; there was nothing to look at there, what interest in looking at a completely ordinary girl with the appearance of a gray mouse-nerd.

Camrad_RIP 18.05.25 в 17:23

Before leaving the apartment, the one whose name Tessa looked into the nightstand and took out a new set of documents that no policeman could find fault with. Of course, they were real, not a cheap fake. Before dispersing her old body, she reliably took care that no one would have any questions about her new incarnation in the world of the living. The documents went into her purse, as did the keys. Glancing briefly at her makeup, she brushed it onto the floor in irritation. She would not need it for the next ten years, and this thought spread through her body like a pleasant warmth.

Camrad_RIP 18.05.25 в 17:25

Having closed the door behind her, she looked around. The landing looked empty. In the human world, it was empty. But she saw two worlds at once, and in the second one, which people do not believe in, a shadow dressed in a black robe froze two steps away from her. Frozen, leaning on the two-handed sword of Darkness. Noticing her gaze, the Black of the Fifth rank bowed respectfully and hissed-whispered.

Camrad_RIP 18.05.25 в 17:30

"My Mistress."

Camrad_RIP 18.05.25 в 17:23

She glanced at him indifferently, not even deigning to nod, and ran down the stairs like an ordinary human girl rushing about her business. She was tormented by hunger, a hunger incomprehensible to a human or any living person, and she was really in a hurry...

Camrad_RIP 18.05.25 в 17:30

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Shikuno, Ristol City - Dan Lier, the human being.

Camrad_RIP 18.05.25 в 17:30

This time, it was not painful to die. Last time it was excruciating, but now it was even pleasant, as I fell into a deep, long-awaited sleep. As if I were being sucked into quicksand, so slowly death did not hurry to take me. The soul clung to the body with the last of its strength, not wanting to leave it. It clung and weakened with every second, but resisted for three hours, from sunset until almost midnight.

Camrad_RIP 18.05.25 в 17:32

But it ends. I don’t feel my body anymore. My soul, it is no longer connected to it. And I feel light, so light that I fly above the sofa.

Camrad_RIP 18.05.25 в 17:33

It's strange. I can move. I can. I have no body, I'm hanging in the air, but I can move my hand. I open my eyes, and fear runs through me.

Camrad_RIP 18.05.25 в 17:33

I am incorporeal.

Camrad_RIP 18.05.25 в 17:33

I am a spirit.

Camrad_RIP 18.05.25 в 17:33

My spirit is not formless, it follows the contours of the physical body. Somehow I know this will not last long, a few minutes and an unearthly wind will blow me away without a trace and I will die, finally. This thought brings peace. If I could laugh, I would. How wrong the philosophers of my native world are:

Camrad_RIP 18.05.25 в 17:34

//"I think, therefore I exist!"

Camrad_RIP 18.05.25 в 17:34

How absurd, this phrase seems to me now. You philosophers were all wrong! I think, but I am already dead.

Camrad_RIP 18.05.25 в 17:35

It's getting harder and harder to float above the bed, as if the planet's gravity is crushing me, although how can gravity affect the soul? Another absurdity.

Camrad_RIP 18.05.25 в 17:35

And why am I thinking about such nonsense in the last seconds of my life?

Camrad_RIP 18.05.25 в 17:35

I stand on the floor, trying not to look at the abandoned body. I stand on the floor! The spirit stands on the floor and feels the surface! What nonsense! But that's how it was. I still have legs, even though they are woven from something like multi-colored mist, nevertheless, I can stand on them.

Camrad_RIP 18.05.25 в 17:36

Last time he died differently. Not like that. Everything was fast, almost instantaneous, and I don't remember at all how the spirit left the broken body, lying like a dead heap at the bus stop. A slight curiosity makes me overcome my rejection and look at the soulless body lying on the sofa.

Camrad_RIP 18.05.25 в 17:37

Very young, he turned sixteen only three months ago. Good, much better than my first: tall, athletic, perfectly healthy. A face with regular, if a little sharp, but symmetrical features, hair black as a raven's wing. Strong palms for such an age, with surprisingly thin and long, aristocratic fingers. If I looked like this in a past life, there would be no end to the admirers, and modeling agencies would stand in line in front of my apartment, begging me to shoot for them. A body strong enough to resist someone else's soul and reject it. And even though I got it by chance and undeservedly, I am offended, very offended.

Camrad_RIP 18.05.25 в 17:38

Ah, the real Dan Lier, the boy who couldn't come to terms with the death of his parents and chose death instead of life without them. What a fool you are! You were... And your body is bad, why didn't it accept me? What difference does it make to him? Its native soul left it anyway, not wanting to live, so why did it reject me? I remember how good, free, and easy I felt the first few days, before the weakness came. I've never felt so good, even when I was sixteen! And now...

Camrad_RIP 18.05.25 в 17:39

It's a shame.

Camrad_RIP 18.05.25 в 17:39

But.

Camrad_RIP 18.05.25 в 17:39

What that?!

Camrad_RIP 18.05.25 в 17:39

As soon as I focused my gaze, I saw that my entire body was covered in some kind of slime. Translucent, grey, disgusting, I wanted to look away from it and run. It gave off a sense of menace and nausea. And I realized that it was not my body that was rejecting me, but this slime that was sucking the life out of me, breaking the connection between the earthly and the spiritual. It wasn't even breaking it, but rather eating it, thereby killing me.

Camrad_RIP 18.05.25 в 17:40

This shit is killing me! I am dying not because some laws of the universe forbid my soul to occupy this shell. No! This slime, invisible in the created world, is drying me up. It is killing me!!!

Camrad_RIP 18.05.25 в 17:40

No!!

Camrad_RIP 18.05.25 в 17:41

No way!!!

Camrad_RIP 18.05.25 в 17:41

I reach out with my hands woven from weightless mist to the slime and begin to tear it into pieces. At first, it does not give in. But, here is my fear, turning into anger. Anger into fury, and my hands fill with a strange, dark-crimson light, and under them, the slime begins to give in. To give in reluctantly, not wanting to come off the body. Having torn off the first piece, I find out that the slime is a part of something greater. Some terrible spirit wrapped me in a cocoon of it and pulled life itself, absorbing it. Second by second, minute by minute, almost all two months that I spent in this world, all this time I was being devoured!!! And I need to destroy the cocoon, remove the slime, and run! Run before its owner finds me!

Camrad_RIP 18.05.25 в 17:42

However, it is not easy to cope with it. I tear off a piece, it immediately tries to suck on my spirit, I have to throw a lump of mucus on the floor, but even there, it does not disappear, but begins to crawl back. I try, but I do not have time; the cocoon is restored faster than I destroy it. And also, the spirit that spat me with this gray, sticky mass, he feels my attempts to free myself. He feels, and he does not like it. And that means he will come soon! This thought makes me tear the mucus even more furiously, and still, I do not have time.

Camrad_RIP 18.05.25 в 17:44

The desire to live gives strength, even when it seems that this strength is completely gone.

Camrad_RIP 18.05.25 в 17:44

Get off, you abomination!

Camrad_RIP 18.05.25 в 17:44

This is my body!

Camrad_RIP 18.05.25 в 17:45

This is my soul!

Camrad_RIP 18.05.25 в 17:45

But no, the slime is stronger. It is not intelligent, it is like an element, it just wants to milk all the juices out of me, all the energy, and the fact that I will die, its owner does not care at all about such a trifle.

Camrad_RIP 18.05.25 в 17:45

When there is less than a minute left before the end of my existence, I hear a distant cry, full of rage, anger, and some kind of extreme despair.

Camrad_RIP 18.05.25 в 17:46

"Mine! Go away! Mine!! I won't give it u-u-u-u-up!!"

Camrad_RIP 18.05.25 в 17:46

They are shouting far away and not at me. And it can only be called a shout conditionally, because the ears do not hear it; it is a spiritual cry.

Camrad_RIP 18.05.25 в 17:47

I continue to fight, although I don't see the point, just with some kind of extreme stubbornness, although the outcome of this fight has long been clear to me. And suddenly, something changes. The mucus begins to give in!!! The torn-off pieces no longer climb, wanting to reunite into a cocoon; they simply fall to the floor, fall, and melt. The mucus tries to fight, becoming thinner, but not wanting to release my body from its grip, but something has changed, and now I am stronger!

Camrad_RIP 18.05.25 в 17:47

"No-o-o-o-o-o! M-i-i-i-i-i-n-e-e-e-!!!"

Camrad_RIP 18.05.25 в 17:48