Memory of Heaven:Romance Written By Fate Through Beyond Infinity Time Chapter 425 Love that Opens Wounds — The Return of the Qayin

A thin mist rose from the altar ground, as if the surface of the world itself trembled under the weight of the newly spoken truth.

Joanna stood at the center of the unfinished ritual, her hands still tightly clasping Rui's cold fingers. In the chill of the night breeze, she felt her sister's weak heartbeat, as if it were trying to resist the fratricide curse binding them together. Rui's body appeared calm, as though asleep in a protective light. The Alpha protectors paused their assault, montarily stunned by Joanna's confession—words that had shattered the oldest laws of the world.

"I love her..."

"Not because she is my sister..."

"But because she is my choice."

Silence.

The aether light circled gently, like delicate threads binding the reality around her. Joanna's wings fluttered softly, as if awakening the hidden spirit within her, a gentle glow reverberating around her, signaling the long-repressed truth. However, from within Rui's body—from behind the bones, blood, and darkest mories—sothing responded.

A black-red aura began to seep from Rui's chest. The symbol of fratricide that had previously subsided ignited once more, spreading like poison throughout her body. It grew wild, carving into Rui like an open wound that refused to heal, while Joanna's serenity seed to dissolve in the surrounding anguish.

Joanna gasped, her heart trembling between love and fear.

"No... not now..."

But it was too late.

"Love?"

"Do you think calling by my na with tenderness will calm ?"

"Love is the first wound in my history."

Qayin's voice returned, this ti more furious, more profound—not born from hatred, but from a pain that refuses to be forgotten.

Rui jumped to her feet—not as herself, but as a pure vessel of Qayin's will. Her face was split in two: one side still Rui, while the other was cracked and afla, her eyes filled with unspoken resentnt. Every movent she made mirrored an unending inner struggle; within her soul, a faint voice longing for affection was ensnared by a darkness demanding vengeance. Though her hatred seed to dominate her entire being, there lingered a yearning to return, to embrace the warm mories untainted by the pain that constricted her.

"Do you... love ?"

Joanna's voice trembled, as if challenging Qayin who had taken over Rui's body. The tumult of emotions flowing between them forged a bridge between love and hatred, testing the limits of what was truly worth fighting for. In Joanna's heart, a mantra passed through, reminding her of the fratricide curse binding them both in an endless loop, where their love was trapped in an unavoidable conflict.

"Then kill . Or I will kill you again."

Joanna raised her hand, not to attack, but to protect. A gentle aura enveloped her, radiating a light that pierced through the darkness; as if every trauma she had endured forged strength within her. In her eyes, there lay countless transgressions and sacrifices, as she clung to the hope that Rui's true spirit still existed, hiding behind the walls of Qayin's dark power.

"I will not fight you... but I will not allow you to touch with the intent to kill."

Qayin attacked.

"Mark of Inverted rcy: Vein Severance"

(Tanda Belas Kasih Terbalik: Pemutus Urat Kasih)

This magic cuts the emotional ties, turning love into fuel for wounds. The ssage is clear: a single touch from this fratricide curse can shatter the bonds that once existed. A spear made of blood raced toward Joanna, its gleam crackling and creating an echo that brought back mories of the love that once adorned their lives, now transford into a dangerous weapon.

Joanna responded swiftly:

"Aegis Sanguinis: Custodia Fraternitas"

(Perisai Darah: Penjagaan Persaudaraan)

A shield, invisible to the eye, erged from her body, shaped by all their shared mories: laughter, fighting, crying together. Each recollection etched in their souls shimred like fragnts of light, gently dancing to form a magical corona around Joanna. In the stillness, soft whispers from the past echoed in her ears, urging her to embrace the strength born from suppressed love, despite being shrouded by the curse of fratricide that haunted them.

The spear of Qayin shattered in the air. But its power was not magic. In that mont, Joanna felt a stinging emptiness, as if all the hope and happiness that had once existed was siphoned into the dark shadows, mingling with unexpressed pain. Within Rui flowed a tornt filled with anger and regret, a curse that tore apart the bond of love between them.

It was a living pain. Joanna knew that behind her sister's face, contorted in suffering, lay a soul trapped within unbreakable constraints—a calling demanding to be freed from the burden of fratricide. The ritual they had once enacted in this very place stirred her mories, reminding her of the promise they had made to protect one another, not to kill.

Joanna did not strike back.

She only stepped closer, each footfall echoing with Rui's mories from the past: her childhood, her laughter, her ti holding Rinoa's hand. With each step, the atmosphere thickened, as if ti slowed down to allow forgotten mories to co back to life. A circle of light began to form between them, revealing the emotional bond that still existed, though threatened by the curse that weighed on their hearts.

"You don't want to kill . That's not your will."

"It... is the will of Qayin that has never healed."

Qayin paused.

Rui's body trembled violently.

"Don't... don't ntion him with love..."

"Because I am the one who killed that love!"

Joanna touched Rui's forehead.

As if touching into the depths of buried mories, her palm radiated a cool warmth, gently flowing through the walls of her soul that had been shackled. Within the light of her wings, there were whispers of the past, a tapestry of mories shattered by the curse of fratricide.

In an instant, the light of her wings enveloped her sister's body. Not as a weapon, but as unconditional acceptance.

They were both bound in a silence that spoke volus, Joanna's eyes shining with an unwavering hope, bridging the gap between love and the symbol of three broken hearts. Their souls united as the light danced, creating a magical ritual filled with colors, blending the aromas of hope and sorrow.

Qayin scread.

Rui's body fell.

In Joanna's embrace lay a panorama of pain and regret, as if the world pressed upon them in the form of an endless curse. Joanna felt the weight of history settle upon her chest, and every heartbeat of Rui beca an echo reminding her of the burning symbol of fratricide.

And in her embrace, Joanna said:

"Then let the curse weep... if it cannot heal yet."

The Alpha protectors remained silent.

Yet on the altar, the symbol of fratricide did not vanish.

It rely transford—not a symbol of death... but a symbol of wounds learning to accept their na.

In her silence, Joanna felt the presence of a pair of gentle wings surrounding her, as if the world were embracing the ongoing ritual. The space around her vibrated with magical energy, rging with their feelings, reminding everyone present that this curse is a legacy, and they are the guardians of a story that refuses to die.

And deep within the Alpha world, a voice whispered:

"If love can awaken a curse..."

"...then perhaps, love can also rewrite its history."