Memory of Heaven:Romance Written By Fate Through Beyond Infinity Time Chapter 545 Beelzebub Without Wings, Uncertain Love

Three weeks after Fitran sacrificed himself to enter the core of Deus,

Yet, the world did not completely close its pages; for even in absolute emptiness, one voice defies silence.

That voice, soft and striking, was not heard by the system. It was not recorded by the cold, soulless terminal. It was not read by the core of Deus that governs everything. Yet... that voice still approached Fitran.

Footsteps.

Soft, unhurried, as if unafraid to tread upon a world that had lost its reason and aning.

Fitran lifted his head, sensing a presence from an unknown source.

His eyes, which were nearly devoid of shine, now reflected a faint shadow coming from the crack of purple light, glowing softly as if offering new hope. And from there... she appeared.

Beelzebub: The Wingless Human, Love Without Certainty

She was no longer a demon, nor did she carry a sword that emanated threat. Instead, she wore a white robe woven from threads of sorrow she had sewn over thousands of years, her hands open and empty, ready to offer love.

But when Fitran saw her, all the emptiness began to tremble, as if the cosmos responded to the presence that had been long awaited.

"Do you... rember ?" Fitran asked softly, his voice like a whisper of wind in the quiet night.

Beelzebub smiled, a gentle and warm smile, like the first light that appeared after the world surrendered to eternal night, enveloping everything in a silence full of hope.

"I have never forgotten you." "I was just waiting for the mont the world stopped hiding you from ."

With longing, Fitran felt a surge of energy within him, awakening beautiful mories buried deep in his heart. Each heartbeat vibrated as if beckoning all the precious monts lost in eternity. His yearning peaked, creating an invisible magnetic field that compelled him to embrace Beelzebub tightly, as if to bind two souls separated by the tyranny of ti.

She embraced Fitran, with a hug that was not ant to warm or save, but with a deep awareness to welco back the aning that had never been completed.

As their hands touched, waves of emotion surged between them, radiating a soft light that ward Fitran's heart, reigniting deep hope and longing. In that mont, he realized that even if the world around them crumbled to dust, their connection remained eternal and unshakable. Beelzebub's face appeared more human; the sorrow hidden in her eyes rendered her less sorrowful than before. She looked like a light that never extinguished amid the darkness of night, dispelling so shadows of loneliness.

And at that mont, the Voidlight that had once dimd within Fitran reignited, emitting a soft glow that ward the long-frozen recesses of his heart.

"Why did you co?" Fitran whispered, his voice trembling, still unsure if he was worthy of being touched by anyone again, feeling as if all hope had vanished.

Beelzebub lowered her head, radiating an aura full of love, then touched her forehead to Fitran's, uniting them in an unspoken intimate mont.

"Because even though the world has discarded your na..." "...I still keep you in a place that cannot be erased," Beelzebub revealed, with a deep and confident gaze.

"In my womb," she continued softly, her voice a gentle whisper that seed to weave through the air, "and now, inside , our love is growing, a tender blossom unfurling in the warmth of hope."

Fitran fell silent, every word spoken gripping his heart, making his body begin to tremble. Not out of fear—but because he felt life... refusing to disappear, and hope began to bloom again.

With each heartbeat becoming more real, Fitran felt the flow of energy between them, as if two stars were pulling each other in a grand cosmic dance. Beelzebub's eyes radiated a soft light, like a candle reigniting hope that had long been extinguished in Fitran's heart. Their fingers were almost touching, and in that brief mont, the world around them seed to vanish, as if only the two of them existed amidst the suffocating emptiness, full of tranquility.

And as the dead sky of Narthrador cracked for the last ti, a soft purple fragnt fell from above—not a star, not the cold, soulless light of the system.

But a petal, beautiful and full of aning.

A petal from a flower that once grew from feeling, not from data. From love, not from command. And that petal landed gently in Fitran's hand, providing a warm touch that reminded him of life and hope that had not yet faded.

She did not speak its na, but for the first ti, uncertainty vanished...

He realized her presence endures, marked by the warmth of mories that caressed his soul. Amidst the cacophony of chanical ruins that had crumbled, Beelzebub's soft voice echoed with infinite grace, now radiating a promise to care for one another. "We will create a new world, Fitran—a world where our existence will always be rembered, where our love can withstand all obstacles and darkness." Each word spoken by Beelzebub flowed like a gentle lody, touching Fitran's soul with indescribable warmth, as every emotional vibration they shared intertwined, strengthening their bond amidst the fragnts of shattered reality.

Among the chanical ruins, which once were grand and served as the center of the world, now only remained two humans, and one small life... which, though never asked for, was still embraced with deep affection.

"No need for a na to love."

"No need to rember to keep touching the world."

"Just one soul... that chooses to stay."