Chapter Six: As it was written. It's all happening.

In the light of the dark of Night, Rain falls

Memories flooded the psyche of Serenity as she pushed out the door calmly. It had begun and she knew that her life of dreams wasn't a lie.

Walking down the steps slowly she held her calm cool composure like she always did, but inside she was burning like all the others Just Cleo and Asryel showing it more. Cleo, though she didn't know, was a crucial part to everything, she had spent her life thinking that the seventh sister was the only one to meet the prophecies she as wrong. Part of it held her, and with the dreams Serenity had through fifteen centuries it all proved true.

A decade ago she wrote her take on the prophecies dealing with her and her sisters and so far she was right.

Her eyes fell to a leather bound book lying in the grass feet away, picking it up in her hand gingerly she opened it to a random page, near the back. It was that book, the one she had written.

Part VIII,

The beginning of the End

Beauty is one thing as intelligence is another, love is one thing as hate is another.

The Difference between a person with a Soul and a person without is love and Hate. The Beginning of the End is brought about when love can be brought about even in the soulless.

Their movements pulsed together like their hearts, beating and tearing at their chests. Cleo's eyes shut as she took in short un even breaths, body tense with the intense heat. Her hands laced in his spidersilk hair wet with water and sweat.

Out of all Seven two will bring the end. Each torn by what they will have done.

Asryel slept in a torrent of dreams ripping at her mind causing warm tears to flood her shut lids. Each gory vision, causing a new throbbing heat of pain in her chest.

Neither will know what is coming, but will only be caught in the time they are in.

Nothing mattered, except each other, not the day before, not the day to come, but only that moment where they were part of each other.

The world will burst into flames of blood, the world that only they can see. They will hate what they see themselves as.

Burning flames adorn Asryel, explosions in her boiling blood, she hated the pain everyone was causing before her eyes, the screams of children and innocence, but it was her, she was the root of it all.

The end is near…

Asryel shot up shot up breathing hard sweat beading down her face. The Burning, Boiling, raging sensation still pumping through her blood with adrenaline, she was killing people and she didn't seem to care though her inside thoughts were screaming for her to stop. Anger was rising in her mind faster as her breathing began to become more rapid. Her fists clenched tightly her knuckles turned pure white as her eyes swam with hot tears.

Madame Pomfrey came over towards her and with out thinking Asryel jerked her head in her direction the bed behind the medical witch combusted suddenly with a loud pop and made her jump in fright.

Asryel just looked coldly at the fire reflecting in her eyes, swirling in a mess of red and gold. Her hair was weighed down with sweat and water, her body rigid, the older witch ran out of the room as a few more beds exploded.

…But not before, true loves last blissful sin…

Cleo let out a moan of raw pleasure as she tipped her head back and arched submissively. Draco's figure over top her's, moments passed un-counted, but relished in with sexual pleasure. Their breathing laboring together in harmony, Draco's skilled hands falling over her curves and lacing in her hair, she was his and his alone.

…And regrets last look at sanity.

Dumbledor, Snape, and McGonagal, rushed in as the room was blazing with flames and in the middle of it all stood the small figure of Asryel, her eyes downcast, slowly she looked up, tears streaked her face, eyes laden with guilt.

"Sorry" she murmured and shot a hand out at them and a stream of flames hurled towards them, Severus wielded his wand muttered something and the flames stopped.

Time slowed down in Asryel's mind, all her happiness slipped away past her, she was no more herself, she was Asryelynn, Soulless Child of Fire and Death…

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