Paschalinelily

“There is no true love without sacrifices and no true loyalty without submission.”

Sato Naoki, the last descendant of the most powerful clan in Japan, is the only survivor of the pure bloodline of the Alchemists.

He was a man who lived both in the past and in the present. A man, bloodthirsty for revenge. 

He has been waiting for his destined bride for 7 centuries however, right before she is born, an experiment goes wrong in his lab which put him to sleep for 18 years.

Ito Haruka, the destined one for the only survivor of his kind, was born with the innate ability to see the past, present, and future.

Due to the calamity that would befall her, the prophets of old sealed her powers right from the days of her predecessors, to protect her.

The awakening of her powers attracted the attention of the ‘Dark Souls’ the ancient enemies who were the same group of powerful mages that wiped out Sato Naoki’s powerful clan.

The Dark Souls were as heartless as their powers got, and they will not hesitate to take down the threats to their ultimate goal.

However, when they met with resistance, they began to toil with the hearts of their prey, leaving them with difficult choices to make.

What option would Naoki and Haruka pick when a war is put between their heart and mind? 

Would they try to risk it all and fight back despite the little chances they have or would they succumb to the devices of their enemies? 

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Alchemy of Hearts

The sounds of heavy boots marking the tatami floors reverberated along the long corridor decorated with masterpieces of art on the walls.

The steps were coordinated and sounded like war drum rolls, a sound that brought fear to men and women of the faint-hearted.

"Send word to the Daimyos. I need their reports concerning that child!" Tokugawa Yoshimune instructed through gritted teeth as he took long strides along the hallway.

Then remembering the powerful aura he felt back there, he added, "They should assemble in three days."

There was a menacing scowl on his face as he gave that order.

He was displeased about so many things and could hardly keep his fury under control.

"Yes, My Lord!" The two-armed samurais following behind him, roared in response, undertaking to carry out his order before retreating.

Barging into his large sitting chambers, his fingers balled into fists as his heavy breathing filled the entire space.

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