Memory of Heaven:Romance Written By Fate Through Beyond Infinity Time Chapter 422 Inherited Curse — Blood Confession from Rui

Alpha sky gradually regained its pulse.

Yet, in a silent corner of the world, two figures sat wordlessly beneath the ruins of an altar that no longer burned—where the Spiral once opened, and a curse had once risen.

Rui sat leaning against a stone pillar, her body still trembling. The scars from the previous battle had frozen, but the wounds in her soul had never felt this deep.

Joanna sat not far from her, wrapped in the light of Michael's wings that slowly dimd. She didn't push. She didn't ask. She simply... waited.

Rui drew a heavy breath, then spoke:

"I have to say it now. Before you ask. Before you fully believe in ..."

"Qayin is not just a curse."

"He is... the shadow of who I truly am."

Rui stared at her hands—still stained with blood.

"He was the first human to kill his brother. Not for power. Not out of great revenge. But out of envy. Because of unrequited love."

"Because the heavens chose Abel."

"And Qayin—in his simring jealousy—struck his brother down and never regretted it."

Joanna remained silent. But her eyes held a storm. Rui continued:

"The curse... flows in my blood. I am not Qayin. But... I am his vessel. He lives within the darkest layers of my soul, hiding among my desires for love. Waiting for the softest mont... to kill."

Joanna slowly stared at Rui. She knew—what was to co would be painful. But she also knew—she had to listen.

Rui bit her lip, her voice cracking.

"There's one na I've never been able to utter since that ti..."

"Aunt... Rinoa."

"She was the only family mber who didn't hate . The only one who told I could choose my own destiny."

"But one night, when I had just started learning magic..."

"Qayin rose."

Tears stread down Rui's face, not out of weakness, but because of irretrievable mories.

"I saw my hands trembling. I rember calling forth a small light... just to warm a candle."

"But that light transford into a spear."

"And pierced her heart."

"She... once held , even as her blood stained my clothes."

"And her last words—'You can still save others. But don't try to save . I chose this... because I love you.'"

Joanna covered her mouth with her hand, tears flowing uncontrollably. She attempted to speak... but only one sentence escaped:

"You are not to bla..."

"You have rely inherited... the hatred of a world that was written long before your na."

"Everyone I love... dies."

"Because Qayin kills with love."

"Because the possessiveness runs so deep... she cannot allow anyone to be loved more than herself."

"And I fear... I will kill you too."

Joanna gradually rose and stood before Rui.

"Then why do you still stay?"

"Why don't you run away from , from this world, from all of this?"

Rui lifted her head.

"Because you... are the only one who sees ... not as a vessel."

"But as... Rui."

anwhile, elsewhere in the Alpha world—far from the altar that now bears witness to Rui's wounds—Fitran Fate stood in the center of a magic circle spanning dozens of ters.

He was surrounded by mbers of Arkanum Veritas, a group that determines the pillars of reality, now fractured by a new, unexplainable will.

"Master Fate," said a woman sorcerer in an obsidian robe, "there's a dinsional distortion. Foreign energy. But... it cannot be identified. It's like... a trace from beyond the Spiral."

Fitran gazed towards the east, his brows furrowing.

"This is not the right ti... for another blood legacy."

Yet... he was unaware.

That two figures who bore his blood, and the blood of Qayin, had arrived. And the world would never be the sa again.

Rui knelt, her body trembling. But Joanna stood, unfurling her wings, and then bowed down... embracing her.

"You are not alone."

"We will speak its na. We will bear it together."

The sky did not respond.

However, from the ground, where the blood of Aunt Rinoa seed to spill in Rui's mory, a single shoot of light erged.

As a symbol that love... never truly dies due to a curse.

The Alpha sky slowly began to regain its pulse.

Yet on one side of the silent world, two figures sat without words beneath the ruins of the altar that no longer burned—where the Spiral had once opened, and the curse had once risen.

Rui leaned against a stone pillar, her body still trembling. The scars from the previous battle had frozen, but the wounds within her soul had never felt this deep. In her mind, images of the past vividly surfaced—Rinoa's warm smile, her gentle voice that always managed to soothe during chaos, and the beautiful mories of them playing by the riverside, sunlight shimring in her hair as if breathing life into those mories.

Joanna sat not far from her, cloaked in the dimming light of Michael's wings. She didn't push or pry. Instead, she simply... waited. The silence creeping between them sotis felt sharper than the rushing wind. Rui could feel Joanna's gaze, filled with curiosity and longing, as if she wanted to delve into the depths of her wounded soul; bridging the chasm between reality and the lost hope.

Rui took a deep breath, then said:

"I have to say it now. Before you ask. Before you fully believe in ..."

"Qayin is not just a curse."

"He is... a shadow of who I truly am."

Rui looked at her hands—still stained with blood. In her eyes, each drop of blood served as a reminder of the tragic past that she couldn't forget. Deep within her heart, she felt the grip of guilt tightening, as if binding her in chains. As she tried to understand, she questioned: did Rinoa feel the sa way when witnessing everything collapse before her?

"He is the first human to kill his brother. Not for power. Not out of great vengeance. But out of envy. Out of unrequited love."

"Because the skies chose Abel."

"And Qayin—in his simring jealousy—bludgeoned his brother to death. And never regretted it."

Joanna remained silent. But her eyes held a storm. Rui continued:

"The curse... flows in my blood. I am not Qayin. But... I am its vessel. He lives within the darkest layers of my soul, hiding among my desires for love, waiting for the most tender mont... to kill."

In the turmoil between hope and guilt, she longs to return to that ti, yearning for just a chance to explain herself. Perhaps, just perhaps, Rinoa could forgive her. The heavens have made their choice, and she feels so distant from that light, trapped in shadows she cannot escape, missing the hope she once created. When she lost her mother, it was Rinoa who ca, regardless of the heavy burden she bore. She knew well that her mother would not be pleased if she allowed this curse to destroy her. In the conflicted space of her heart, she made a promise to herself not to follow in Qayin's footsteps.

And now, trapped between hope and guilt, she longs to return to that ti. She desires rely a chance to explain. Perhaps, just perhaps, Rinoa could forgive her. The sky has chosen, and she feels so estranged from that light, ensnared in shadows from which she cannot escape.

Joanna slowly gazed at Rui. She knew—the next words would be painful. But she also knew—she had to listen. A strange rumble began to stir within her heart; a kind of fear of the truth gnawing at her hope. It felt as if each second was a gamble between the desire to understand and the fear of what would be revealed, with the darkness of the past continuously looming over them.

Rui bit her lip, her voice cracking as she seed to struggle against a wave of emotions ready to crash over her. "There's one na I've never been able to utter since that ti..."

"Auntie... Rinoa."

The re ntion of that na brought back mories—Rinoa's gentle face, her warm smile, and the embraces that always felt safe. The words that once spilled from her lips had wrapped Rui in a protective embrace. "She was the only family who never hated . The only one who told I could choose my own destiny."

Yet, those mories ignited a profound pain within her. Rui felt helpless as she recalled the happy monts that now seed so distant. "But one night, when I had just started learning magic..."

"Qayin rose."

Tears stread down Rui's face, not out of weakness, but because of the mories that could never be redeed—a reminder that each tear was a reflection of deep guilt. Her heart was weighed down by the suffocating remorse; every tear that fell served as a reminder of the sorrow caused by the power that consud her. Rinoa, who had always supported her, had now beco a haunting shadow, present in every glimring thought that mingled with grief.

"I saw my hands tremble. I rember calling forth a small light... just to warm a candle."

Rui missed that warmth—the warmth that had now vanished along with the light. Once, Rinoa had guided her, but that night, darkness took over, enveloping her soul and body in a sense of helplessness.

"But that light transford into a spear."

"And pierced her heart."

Each word felt like a thorn piercing through. In her mind, the image of Rinoa falling replayed painfully, unveiling the hidden secrets within her. The last expression on her face hinted at a sorrowful love that Rui wanted to ignore, as if she hoped to save Rui from the curse that bound her. In this entrapnt, Rui felt as though the entire universe hung in a suffocating silence, pinning all her hopes on everlasting mories.

"She... managed to hug , even as her blood soaked my shirt."

As I felt her weight against , my heart seed to stop. Her bravery, once so radiant, now felt like an unbearable burden. In her embrace, I sensed a profound sorrow, as if every mory invoked a pain that lay buried deep within. These monts were excruciating, as if each second stretched on indefinitely, drawn out by an unseen force that pulled us closer in the darkness, weaving a bond between love and sadness that could never be severed.

"And her last words—'You can still save others. But don't try to save . I choose this... because I love you.'"

That voice echoed in my mind, over and over. Even though it was fragnted, her words gnawed at , gripping in despair. "Love." That word was supposed to bring warmth, but for now, it felt like a dagger. The guilt crashed over , plunging into an abyss of darkness, where only haunting shadows bore witness to our heartbreaking farewell, etching every mory in a painful passage of ti.

Joanna covered her mouth with her hand. Her tears flowed uncontrollably. She tried to speak... but only one sentence erged:

"You are not to bla..."

"You simply inherited... the hatred of a world that was written before your na."

Her words flowed like a cold wind sweeping away the hopes of facing reality. In these monts, her heart was filled with a deep longing to free herself from the burden of Qayin's curse. However, this sense of helplessness only strengthened the bond that was inescapable. Moreover, the shadows of the past, heartbreaking and filled with regret, had already made every decision laden with deadly consequences, as if binding them in an endless cycle of curse.

"Everyone I love... dies."

The bitter sting resonated in her voice, as if revealing all the hidden wounds. The failure to protect them danced in her mind like a shadow. She did not want to continue this cycle, but the curse of Qayin had already bound her. Now, as the souls gathered in sorrow, she found herself trapped between fear and love, struggling to discern which was more dangerous: to love or to lose, with each step bringing a weight that grew heavier.

"Because Qayin kills with love."

Each word waits for a new life, resonating with all the fears buried within her. In the end, what is the aning of love if all it can offer is death? Now, with every heartbeat, she feels the ghosts of all who have departed. Courage, friendship, and even love feel paralyzed. One question seeps in, assaulting her very existence: "Will this love kill too?"

"Because the need to possess is so deep... it cannot allow anyone to be loved more than itself."

And in the profound silence, she senses the terrifying power controlled by Qayin. A chilling sense of ownership seems to create an invisible snare. All this ti, she had only tried to love, but in the enveloping darkness, she is forced to confront the bitter reality that love can also beco a prison. With every passing second, she feels herself sinking deeper into the darkness that waits to engulf her completely.

This thought keeps awake, caught between hope and fear, tearing at my heart until it becos unbearable. In my eyes, João, I only want to protect you, but what does protection an if it cos at your expense? Ah, this pain... like a sword that slices through every part of , demanding that I choose between love and freedom. And as my mind drifts to everything that has been lost, my tears flow as if they are taking with them into an endless despair.

Joanna slowly rises and stands before Rui.

"So why do you stay?"

"Why don't you run away from , from this world, from all of this?"

Rui lifts her head. In her gaze is a mix of fear and despair, as if every word she speaks is a long-buried confession.

"Because you... are the only one who sees ... not as a vessel." This acknowledgnt changes everything, as if it shatters the silence and opens a path for hope that was previously obstructed by dark shadows. Within those words lies a small hope that love can still alter this tragic fate.

"But as... Rui."

As her words slipped from her lips, Rui's heart trembled. There was sothing both magical and sorrowful in that confession, as if the heavy burden that had shackled her soul was beginning to lift, even if just a little. Perhaps, behind the curse that bound her, there was still hope waiting to be discovered.

Rui knelt, her body shaking. But Joanna stood, spreading her wings, and then bent down... embracing her.

"You are not alone."

Joanna's presence brought an unexpected calm. In that embrace, Rui felt warmth beginning to flow again. mories with Aunt Rinoa flashed through her mind, monts filled with laughter and joy, along with Aunt Rinoa's promise to always be by her side. That sweet mory stood in sharp contrast to the dark reality she now faced, providing a glimr of hope amid the chaos.

"We will speak her na. We will bear it together."

"Her na will live on in every beat of our hearts," replied Rui, her voice resonating with hope despite its thunderous tone. "Even with the curse of Qayin looming over us, we will create new stories inspired by the presence of Aunt Rinoa, transforming our tears into the strength needed to combat this darkness and keep the light of love shining."

The sky remained unresponsive.

Yet from the ground, where Aunt Rinoa's blood seed to spill into Rui's mories, a single shoot of light erged.

As a symbol that love... never truly dies, not even under a curse.