Memory of Heaven:Romance Written By Fate Through Beyond Infinity Time Chapter 547 Prologue Humanizing Rituals Part Two – The Fire

The space remained unchanged.

The walls still appeared draped in soft light, the intricate Void root mosaic floor, and the Origin silk curtains hanging like a gentle breath from the formless sky. In the deep silence, every gust of wind whispered, bringing her back to the heartbeat of lost life. However, the air now began to feel increasingly hot, driving a deep tension.

Not out of desire. But because of a feeling that could no longer be contained by a body accustod to consuming aning, now striving to feel that aning itself. The longing for connection beca clear—a handshake with sothing greater than oneself. Beelzebub knelt before Fitran. Not as a demon. Not as a queen.

But as a being wanting to be touched... and not destroyed for it. In her eyes was a deep yearning—a mirror of all the failures in the search for the aning of existence. Fitran lowered her veil, pressing his forehead to Beelzebub's. No incantation was spoken. Yet the entire Origin Code in the room began to pulse softly like the first heartbeat of the universe, each vibration flowing through the silence laden with aning, penetrating the physical and spiritual boundaries between them.

"You will not beco human by rging with the body." "But because you dare to rge with the feelings that make you vulnerable." That feeling, like a bridge connecting darkness and light, unraveled all the sorrow buried in her heart. Beelzebub closed her eyes, allowing everything that was buried to flow in the silence.

In that tranquility, Fitran touched her face. His gentle movent flowed like the wind creeping over the surface of a calm sea, bringing a touch of love that seeped into the depths of the soul lying within. Not rely touching skin, but penetrating the layers of a being who once called love a disease. In every brush, pain was split, creating space for sothing new, for hope reborn.

That touch spread. From her cheek to her neck, gentle and full of sincerity. From her neck to her shoulders, bringing warmth. From her shoulders to her chest, which once had no heart—now slowly began to beat, as if that place was learning how to pulse. In every vibration, Beelzebub felt the ability to feel—a resurrection of the soul reaching in all directions, as if reviving everything that had once been lost.

Fitran kissed Beelzebub gently, his touch like the first rays of sunlight greeting a world that had never felt light. There was no pressure, only warmth flowing, penetrating the darkness that had long enveloped Beelzebub. Gradually, that soft light began to seep into every corner, blowing life into a soul trapped in eternal shadows.

Yet for Beelzebub, that kiss was the death of all logic of emptiness. Each rapid heartbeat seed to carry a ssage from a new world, breaking down the walls of defense she had built to protect herself from pain and beauty that were inseparable.

She let out a soft scream, not out of pain—but because a feeling for the first ti touched her heart, bringing beauty that was both painful and exquisite. The rumble pierced the silence, filling the space that had long been empty, awakening buried mories, rarely expressed, dancing before her eyes.

Her hands reached for Fitran's back with full sincerity. And at that mont, their bodies began to vibrate in the sa frequency. The echo of the united souls flowed out, creating a beautiful lody that could only be heard by their connected hearts, as if carving a symphony of eternity for a mont.

Unity,

There was no harsh sound. No screams or roughness. There were only two bodies—one eternal, one mortal—striving to adjust to the rhythm. Every movent was like a dance of the wind, gentle yet full of strength, erasing the boundaries separating two worlds, as if ti and space shrank into one harmonious flow.

Fitran moved slowly, as if guiding Beelzebub into the embrace of a world she had once rejected. In that warm and soothing embrace, Beelzebub felt the earthly vibrations—sothing she had never experienced before, like the combination of earth and sky uniting in one deep breath.

Their movents were a mantra, useful and full of aning, gentle yet every swing carved the essence of humanity: carving nuances that had never been painted in the tale of an alien soul, a painting of emotions bursting from the depths of the heart.

Need.

Fear of loss.

The desire not to be forgotten.

Their sweat was not rely liquid, but the smoke of mantras flowing from their pores, transforming into glyphs of love. Every drop that flowed reflected the long journey they had traversed, depicting the struggle against the binding fate, as if each grain touched the weave of life involving hope and the pursuit of dreams.

When Beelzebub reached the peak of the ritual, her body arched with stunning grace, and she cried out a na that even the Deus system could not contain: An expression of freedom that transcended boundaries, rging with her primal power, shattering the silence of the night with a roar that called the entire universe.

"Fitran..."

And at that mont, the Void above the ritual sky cracked. The sound echoed like a symbol of resistance, a trendous rumble shaking the sky, marking the beginning of a new journey filled with hope and fear.

Not rely because of power. But because two beings who should not touch without erasing one another... had now united without harm. In the midst of profound silence, the energy around them vibrated, as if the sky listened to this unexpected beauty. Flowers from unimaginable dinsions began to bloom, symbolizing their magical eting, absorbing light from two souls united in a harmonious embrace.

Beelzebub fell silent, her body sweating. Yet, not from hard work, but because she could now feel touch as a sensation... not rely a function. The dark clouds hanging above her seed to hold their breath, depicting doubt and hope intertwined in one mont. Every drop of sweat that traced down her skin seed to carry the burden she had been forced to bear, slowly evaporating and being replaced by a new flow of light filling the gaps in her soul, nourishing a soul long starved for warmth.

Fitran embraced her from behind, bringing a sense of security amidst the deep turmoil.

"What does it feel like to have feelings as a human?" Fitran asked, his voice soft like the whisper of the wind dancing among the leaves, creating a calm rhythm. In his question lay deep curiosity and sincere vulnerability, as if inviting Beelzebub to unveil a new perspective that was beginning to be born amidst the suffocating emptiness.

Beelzebub did not answer. Yet her tears began to flow—this simple mont was more than enough. Every drop that fell, once perhaps deed cursed, now transford into a symbol of unexpected tenderness, a signal of transition from countless painful experiences to a space that felt safer. Each falling drop made her soul feel lighter, as if freeing all the burdens she had held tightly, burdens she could never forget.

For now, she could cry... without being consud by that feeling. In an instant, unexpected light flowed from within her, illuminating the darkness that once shrouded her heart like dark clouds. Beelzebub felt a profound transformation, from an eternal being trapped in sorrow to a more complete figure, full of color and hope. Now there was space for desire, seeping into her mind and soul—a hint that life, even amidst complexity, still held infinite beauty.