Chapter 548 Prologue Humanizing Rituals Part Three - Soma Aeterna Unrepeatable Love
Night in the Yunara Samaveda Room
The night in the Yunara Samaveda room no longer feels like a room. The atmosphere around them is filled with profound silence, as if time and space have paused momentarily to give them a chance to feel the indescribable wonder.
The sky is unrecognizable. The stars twinkle in an unusual way, as if they are witnessing a sacred performance. Time begins to vibrate, and the entire structure around them melts into a flow of soft echoes— as if space and body are no longer boundaries, but reflections of an unfinished feeling.
Beelzebub now lies in Fitran's lap. In that silence, there is a sense of peace enveloping them, as if the outside world no longer exists. But as beings who have shed everything except their longing to be loved, she asks, "Do you feel this bond, Fitran?" Beelzebub's voice is soft, as if worried about breaking this precious moment. "This feeling is more than just words, more than just a heart that beats."
Fitran gazes at Beelzebub with shining eyes, "I feel it, as if the universe's play is whispering through us. This love is an endless journey, and we are the explorers within it."
Fitran intertwines his fingers and slowly utters a mantra in a language without origin. His voice is gentle, like the whisper of a calming night wind.
"Aeyam nāma-hīnākṛta, patantu smaraṁ nāstitva." (For those without a name, let love fall into existence.)
The mantra is not to summon power. But to release all that need not be held. In every word spoken, there is hope and a desire to erase all burdens that bind their souls. As the mantra resonates, the light emanating from Beelzebub seems to respond, dancing in harmony with the depth of meaning in the mantra. This is a moment of transformation, where their souls connect deeper than mere physicality.
Beelzebub's body begins to glow faintly. The tips of her wings, once resembling the architecture of hell, now fragile like the petals of a flame that would extinguish if not blown gently. The light vibrates, creating beautiful patterns dancing in the air, as if celebrating a newfound freedom.