Claymore Bride - The Broken Maiden's Lore by Emerald-Sonata, literature
Literature
Claymore Bride - The Broken Maiden's Lore
Of the realm of beloved Faerun...
In a tavern dominated by shady creatures—
—monsters of bloodlust and carnage,
—criminals of chaos and greed,
—vagabonds of pride and turmoil,
—and the darkest of dark that could ever exist—
—A certain Bride wielding a Claymore
entered the Western doors with a beautiful drop kick.
“Everyone, please listen to this bride's plea.
...I’m searching for my groom-to-be
who ran away to become the next Demon-King...
...Does anyone know someone of this title?
...,...,...,...No.
And so, the tavern dominated by creatures—
—monsters who can smash c
Once upon a time,
in an old forgotten world
of Sword, Magic, and Demons
There was a Bride
who would always wielded a Claymore
in the flames of chaos and battle.
“…Darn it all. Where is that idiot groom?
If we keep the Cleric waiting,
he’ll cancel our wedding ceremony!—
—This bride refuses to accept
such a ridiculous conclusion!”
…,…,…,…
Claymore Bride - The Broken Maiden's Lore by Emerald-Sonata, literature
Literature
Claymore Bride - The Broken Maiden's Lore
Of the realm of beloved Faerun...
In a tavern dominated by shady creatures—
—monsters of bloodlust and carnage,
—criminals of chaos and greed,
—vagabonds of pride and turmoil,
—and the darkest of dark that could ever exist—
—A certain Bride wielding a Claymore
entered the Western doors with a beautiful drop kick.
“Everyone, please listen to this bride's plea.
...I’m searching for my groom-to-be
who ran away to become the next Demon-King...
...Does anyone know someone of this title?
...,...,...,...No.
And so, the tavern dominated by creatures—
—monsters who can smash c
Once upon a time,
in an old forgotten world
of Sword, Magic, and Demons
There was a Bride
who would always wielded a Claymore
in the flames of chaos and battle.
“…Darn it all. Where is that idiot groom?
If we keep the Cleric waiting,
he’ll cancel our wedding ceremony!—
—This bride refuses to accept
such a ridiculous conclusion!”
…,…,…,…
Suigintou.
You are a black rose.
Proud. Strong. Cold.
What made you so?
Why do you hide your truth?
You are sublime. You are grace. You are beauty.
Suigintou.
The first of your sisters…
But last to be whole.
Your heart laughs in victory’s joy.
Yet it weeps for love’s care.
You are there for no one.
No one is there for you.
Alone.
Do you wish to be so?
I see you.
I hear you.
I will be here for you.
Though we have never crossed…
Knowing you has touched my soul…
May these words reach your heart.
And pray that you will find your dreams.
You are the lost angel in the dark.
You are…Suiginto