Tmkoc Sex Stories The Fallen Goddess
The Fallen Goddess
(Huuuuu...)On the summit, there was only the immensity of the sky.
"...."
And on the cliff, a silent witness, Shija remained motionless, paralyzed by the image of absolute sadness emanating from Melioris.
(PLASH!)
The contrast between the elemental fury of the waves crashing against the rocks and the spectral stillness of the being in front of him was overwhelming.
(WHOOSH!)
The wind blew fiercely from the sea, whipping the coastal vegetation and Melioris's silver hair, making it ripple around her face.
(Sssssss)
The vibrant green streaks seemed almost subdued under the grayish light of the sky.
"...."
The cold, salty air stung Shija's skin, but it failed to awaken his usual alertness.
"The sound..."
Finally, Melioris, keeping her gaze fixed on the distant horizon, where the blue of the ocean merged with the sky, whispered to herself.
"...that sound is so nostalgic."
Her attention was not on the clouds or the seabirds; she seemed to be looking at something beyond plain sight, a memory, a dimension, or perhaps the pain she had just confessed.
"The way the world simply continues..."
Her hand remained clutching her chest, and the invisible tear that made her so fragile seemed not to have ceased.
"... The same rhythm in the waves, the same harmony in the wind... Everything flows, as if there wasn't... a huge stain right in the middle of its symphony."
Amidst the roar of the wind and the sea, Melioris began to speak again, whispering, more to herself than to "someone" else.
"I hear that stain... It's the note that cannot be sustained... What I am..."
A tone of pure longing steeped every syllable.
"... It is a flaw... Isn't it, horizon...?"
She was not referring to the wind, nor the waves, but to a melody or an echo that only she could perceive in the natural cacophony.
"The Composer had his own rules."
The nostalgia in her voice was deep, sincere, and completely foreign to the capricious creature Shija knew.
"That my sound was weak... So he locked me up... Do you know what the box without notes is?"
It seemed like the yearning for a home she could never recover.
"He adjusted the strings. He cut, he tuned with fire and scalpel, looking for a scale that only existed in his mind."
It was a disdain for a home she wished to burn.
"But he failed and the melody ended..."
(Shhh... zzz...)
"There was absolute silence. A long pause, a fermata that lasted... forever."
(Swash... shhhh...)
"... Or so it should have been."
(Wuuuuh... Hsssh-wuuuuh...)
"And what does he do? He hates silence. He rewrote the coda."
(Gulp! Chhhk-gulp!)
"He forced me back to the measure, to this forced repetition~"
(Fffuuuush! Sshhh-CRACK!)
"And now, my heart... does it beat to my own score?"
(CRASSSHHH! shh-gulp)
As Melioris whispered her torment, the wind and the waters seemed to respond to her words.
(Rooooooooaah! WWWHHHHOOOOOSH!)
"The Composer was a demanding artist, you know?"
(Boom! ROARRR!)
The intensity of the gale tripled in an instant, making the branches of nearby trees creak, and the waves beneath the cliff swelled, crashing against the rocks with the dull fury of a giant drum.
"He wasn't satisfied with ordinary music. He was looking for... Something more..."
In a sweet and theatrical tone, bowing towards the void...
"And to find it... the instrument had to be modified... Deeply."
... Melioris continued, twirling around, spreading her arms.
"Oh, and how he worked on the tuning!"
The movement was elegant, but slightly forced, as if she were a toy.
"It wasn't a simple adjustment. No. For the melody to be true, the sound box had to be opened, again, and again, and again. Broken, and glued. Broken, and glued."
Her words resonated, not only in the air, but in the very geography around them, as if reality itself felt compelled to listen to the entity's lament.
"It took a lot of glue, I assure you. A lot of patience and a total indifference to... the small cracks left in the wood."
It was at that moment that Melioris stopped...
"Sometimes, the instrument wouldn't stay still. It complained. It resisted the tempo he imposed on it. And the Composer, with that terrible patience of geniuses, simply had to... eliminate the noise."
Her face was frozen in a mask of silent horror.
"The mistake had to be trampled. The Dissonance silenced. And so, he did it. Without rest!"
(CRASSSHHH!!)
The tide resonated.
"The dedication is incredible, isn't it? To compose the masterpiece, the definitive symphony that breaks all taboos, he had to build his podium on a monumental pile of... of discarded scores."
Suddenly, she spun around. It was not a simple movement, but a slow, dramatic dance, choreographed by the fury of the gale around her.
"And finally, it worked."
Her violet and slate-gray dress swirled around her ankles like a storm cloud, and her silver hair spread out into a phantasmal fabric that the wind tried to tear.
"He succeeded!"
She danced alongside the raging wind and the furious ocean, moving her arms in a gesture of total abandonment toward the horizon.
"And here we are, dear readers~"
A peculiar sound emerged from her throat, a strange tone that hung dangerously between tears and laughter.
"What am I supposed to be?"
It was neither a clear lament nor a mocking laugh, but an expression of pain so acute that it had crossed the threshold into hysteria.
"A cold place, without sheets, where every tick-tock was a lesson in obedience~????"
As she danced, her face remained deliberately absent or covered by the shadow of her hair, preventing Shija from discerning her exact expression.
"Do I really look like him...?"
She was, at that moment, a force of nature in grief, a broken melody that could only express itself through dramatic movement and ambivalent sound.
"I have no idea?!"
Melioris danced on the cliff edge, her laugh-cry reverberating against the roar of the sea. The wind had reached gale force, and the heavy gray sky broke open in a brutal display.
(CRACK-BOOOOM!!!)
Then a violent lightning bolt fell from the sky and crashed directly into the ocean, at a dangerous distance from the coast.
"....."
The explosion of bluish light and the deafening thunder acted as a period for the dance.
"Hey..."
Thus, Melioris stopped abruptly and turned to look directly at Shija.
"!?! "
Her silver hair, soaked by the sea spray and tousled by the wind, still fell across her face, keeping her expression in an ambiguous gloom.
"What would you do...?"
The question, directed at Shija with a suddenly serene yet profound tone, took him completely by surprise.
(CRASS-SHHH!!)
The contrast with the intensified climatic chaos surrounding them, the whistling wind, the gigantic waves, and the threat of more lightning, caused a deafening roar.
"You, Shija, are a human being."
Melioris, her voice barely raised above the roar of the elements, posed the question extensively, seeking an answer from the mortal perspective.
"You live a short life, fleeting in the grand scheme, yet full of stimuli and a constant search for your own objective, your own 'melody'."
As she said that, she slightly tilted her head, the reptilian gold of her eye peering out from under the veil of her hair.
"Tell me, little mortal..."
At that moment, Shija could not know...
"How far would you be willing to go to achieve it? What is the price you would pay to fulfill your objective?"
... That his answer at that time and in that place would be the triggers for one of the greatest events that world would experience.
"...."
But even without knowing that, Shija remained silent for an instant.
(What should I answer?)
He was badly wounded, facing a being he could not comprehend. Yet, despite this, his answer, when it came, was unexpectedly simple and honest.
"How far? Whatever is necessary."
And that answer...
"If my goal is to protect those I care about in my life, and if failing means losing everything... Then I... I will forge my way through, regardless of the consequences..."
... It was a purely human answer, tinged with the pragmatic selfishness that drives mortals to survive and ascend.
"I see..."
Upon hearing the raw truth of human ambition, the entity fell silent as the intensity of the wind seemed to diminish, awaiting her reaction.
"... I guess in the end."
Slowly, Melioris lifted her head, allowing her silver hair to slide back.
"!?! "
For the first time, Shija saw her face completely: there was no laughter, no cruelty, no mockery. Only an expression of utter resignation.
"I wasn't so different."
And then, without any preamble, she snapped her fingers.
(SNAP!)
The sound was faint, but it resonated in Shija's consciousness with the force of a final blow.
"Wait..."
In that instant, Shija fell, but he never touched the ground.
"It turns out I was the same."
His body floated in the air, suspended by an invisible force before being transported back to the carriage without a trace.
"It seems that in the end, I am not so different from you... Dad."
Leaving Melioris on the cliff, the wind carried her final lament, leaving only the endless roar of the ocean.
"A-Ahahaha... AHAHAHAHAHA!"
But then a strident, broken laugh began to emerge from her throat...
"Hahaha, hahaha, ah, hahaha!"
As the laughter grew in intensity, her face began to change. With a terrifying and deliberate will, her expression of resignation was molded. Her lips stretched into a cheerful smile that was too wide and bright, an artificial mask of perfect happiness that did not reach the emptiness in her heterochromatic eyes.
"If that's the case~!"
With the smile now fixed in place, Melioris spread her arms toward the raging ocean.
"Then all that's left for me is to dance out of control until I can't anymore!!"
That was the moment a fallen goddess was born...