OLD-WORLD EXTRA-Chapter 224: Kill The Sun

Lyra's reaction to his memories was a valid one.

A Primordial involved 'Themselves' in Emir's life.

This meant that whatever future they thought they might have was immediately thrown out the window.

Their plans, work, and every single action to create a better future....

Now useless.

If 'They' were involved, then whatever fate Emir had in store would not simply affect the Sol's Domain or the Local Group.

But the entire universe, both the known and unknown.

Emir gazed at Lyra for a moment, his hand still stroking her hair.

"Show me what happened."

"Uhn."

His mind was soon flooded with her memories.

Memories filled with emotion, ranging from absolute happiness to the deepest of sorrow.

Memories that showed floating eyes....

Watching him.

'So the news already spread.'

'Those higher powers now know of my existence.'

"They know that I'm the heir of the Star....'

Emir let out a sigh.

'Ten eyes... ten clans, oh wait!'

'Ten clans?'

'My lot are still alive then....'

'A strong one of them at that.'

'Whoever they are they'd still be the same as the others though.'

'None of this matters.'

Emir softly tapped Lyra's head.

"...Hey."

"Yes?"

"You could run away you know...."

"This... fate is mine to bear, not yours."

"You can leave, throw all this shit behind you, disappear, hide, hide anywhere, leave the planet, I don't know, just hide, and maybe, just maybe... they'll spare you."

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Lyra angrily grabbed Emir's hand and threw it away from her.

She then lifted herself and locked eyes with him.

".... Are you done?!"

"I am."

Lyra scoffed at his immediate answer.

"I wait for you, I always do...."

"Once I had to wait on your finger, silent, every second feeling like an eternity, and then you woke up to the truth...."

"Do you know how I felt when I saw that?"

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Emir pleaded the fifth.

"No, you don't!"

He nodded.

"And I had to do it again."

"You went off to train and I worked hard every day, relic after relic, ruin after ruin, trying to catch up...."

"To welcome you home with what you wanted and more. An-and then you finally came back."

"I was so happy. So, so happy...."

"The next time I had to leave, not you, me. And did you know what I thought back then?"

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Emir shrugged his shoulders.

"Of course you don't!"

"I thought.... I thought that you might miss me, finally feel what I felt.... I know, not the time,

it wasn't mature of me either."

"But I thought that maybe you'll finally look at me."

'And I didn't.'

"Is there an end to this rant?" He plainly asked.

Lyra's eyes narrowed.

If she was a human then her blood pressure would've exploded already.

But she was an AI, an automata....

Some might even call her better than a human.

And she was, as she managed to calm herself down while letting out a sigh.

"It happened again. You cultivated for months. Leaving me. Your family. Everyone."

"I had to do it." He added.

"Yes! You did! I did it too! But that isn't the point!"

She grabbed his suit's collar and pulled herself into his chest.

"....I love being with you, I absolutely love you all my heart, I want nothing more than to be

with you, even if it hurts me...."

"And you dared to tell me to run away?!"

"ARE YOU INSANE?! I'D RATHER DIE THAN LEAVE YOU!"

Emir quietly watched as Lyra's face began to show the deepest shade of red, appearing to have

just realized what she said.

Her face bloomed, more beautiful than a painter's last and best drawing.

One with a master stroke.

A face that would melt every man's heart.

However, Emir's black eyes remained blankly fixated on her, showing no emotion.

He was studying her, appearing unmoved by her words.

"Lyra?"

"Y-yes?" She stuttered, her blush gradually calming.

"Imagine yourself a mortal, a human."

"As a mortal, you walked through the desert, step after step under the blazing cruel sun."

"You've been walking for a while now, days, weeks, months, maybe even years...."

"You want nothing but this incinerating heat to be gone."

"You want to kill the sun."

"Yet somehow... no matter the odds... you survived and continued to survive...."

"But unfortunately, the inevitable arrived."

"The day where you ran out of water."

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Lyra silently stared at Emir, already in the know of what he was talking about.

"But then, you see an oasis in the distance. It wasn't a mirage like usual, but a real one."

"It's now your lifeline."

"Your ticket to surviving certain death, or worse, being under the chains of dehydration forever, never truly living a life worth living..."

"Now your emotions are at an all-time high. You're happy, you adore this feeling."

"Finally! Now you have your freedom, and this oasis granted said freedom."

"Without it, you wouldn't have ever experienced it and you confused that feeling to—"

"Love." Lyra finished his last line.

Emir nodded.

"So the question remains... Do you truly love me or have you been confusing that feeling for

love all along?"

Lyra stared at him for a moment and then shook her head.

Her eyes turned away from him and slowly wandered around the room.

"This question needs no answer."

"You yourself know that, and maybe the fact that you were said 'oasis' increased m-my love

for you..."

"But that doesn't matter."

"I know enough to not confuse love with something else!"

Emir nodded once again.

"You're right. I do know that. I just wanted to hear you say it...."

Lyra's head quickly turned to face Emir as her face blossomed once more.

Her red eyes showed tears and her full lips spread wide to show her white teeth. Words couldn't express how beautiful she was to Emir.

If he was an author he wouldn't know how to describe how she currently looked.

She was simply too gorgeous.

A beauty that could start a war.

A reenactment of the Armageddon.

The whole world would be destroyed in her wake.

Lyra giggled and brought her head back on Emir's lap.

And the patting session continued.

She then gazed into his eyes, and confessed, her voice filled with uncontrolled longing:

"I love you."

Emir held her gaze, a soft smile playing on his lips.

"I know."

"I really do!"

"I really know."

Lyra continued, her words brimming with devotion:

"Like I really, really, really do..."

"And I'm a million percent sure of that."

They shared a quiet laugh.

"...I love you like a mother does her son."

"I know."

Her eyes sparkled as she spoke again:

"I love you like a sister does her brother."

Emir's expression softened even further. "You're my closest confidant." With a touch of playfulness, she added:

"I love you like a partner in crime, ready to swim in the guts of our enemies."

Emir chuckled softly.

"A bit much but yeah, we make quite the team."

Lyra's gaze held his, her eyes filled with unwavering affection.

"I love you like a lifelong journey, like a wife to a husband, with every step forward, hand in

hand, through life and death."

Emir lightly tapped her head, sealing their unspoken commitment.

"We just started my dear jailer, we've got a long way to go..."

"And I will try... to love you as you do me."

Her ruby eyes grew ever so bright as she dug herself into his embrace. "How can you make me love you even more? I didn't even think that was possible..."

Emir chuckled.

"Me neither."

They stayed huddled together for a while, her whole... soft body clung to his.

And soon, their intimate posture caused his 'dragon' to rise.

But Emir didn't even bother to hide it and stayed still. Lyra, who just noticed it, immediately stiffened and pushed herself off him.

Her jewels for eyes remained locked on his blacks.

"What? I'm a man you know."

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"Look, if someone as beautiful as you keeps hugging me like this even I'll-"

She cut off his words, sealing his mouth with hers, not allowing him to speak any further.

Lyra then franticly moved her hands, attempting to rip off his clothes.

But as he was still wearing his augmented suit her attempts were in vain.

"Are you sure about this? Don't you think it's early? I-"

She shut him up once more, planting another kiss.

Emir let out a chuckle while deactivating his suit's force shield and a moment later the suit

returned to its original shape.

A black hexagon within the center of his chest.

"If you're this excited about it then I wouldn't say "

Her lips met his for the third time.

'Ah, I've had enough of this.'

Emir propped her up closer to him and held her tight in his arms.

She struggled to move thinking that he was rejecting her.

But as he lowered her onto the bed, she understood his intention and her body remained still,

allowing him to shed her clothes as he went.

Their actions were awkward at first.

Though they had the knowledge they truly hadn't experienced it before and it showed.

But soon they grew used to it.

Groans and moans began to fill the room, and Lyra shuddered at the touch of his fingers on her

skin.

She would never forget this moment.

This was her reward and she would enjoy every millisecond of it.

Yet she eventually grew tired... mentally at least.

Her body was experiencing too much pleasure, both emotionally and physically.

And she couldn't keep up with Emir, who could only be called a monster in bed as he never

once stopped.

He let out all the pent-up lust his body accumulated in the past fifteen years, lasting till the

morning.

And what came after was a feeling of clarity he never felt before.

With said clarity, Emir finally gave her a break and left to freshen up. But Lyra, who didn't even realize that she had taken a nap, woke up and realized that she was

the only person left....