The Sun - Lord of Mysteries (fanfiction)

Chapter 92: Music

St. Millon. It was a magnificent city built on the riverbank. It was a city with narrow avenues and small places to sit and eat, and it was also a place to unwind as people went about their daily lives.

Sky towers stood in the centre, surrounded by thousands of houses. The towers were graced with a twilight-bathed sword emblem at the top.

The sky was eve of the evening, when there is the strength of day and the softness of night, and the city comes alive with music and light.

St. Millon was well-known for its liveliness and openness. It was always buzzing with noise and music, no matter what time of day or night it was. It was also filled with the vibrancy of life and the resolution of twilight. It was a contradictory city, yet that was what made it oddly beautiful.

The city believes in two gods: Earth Mother and God of Combat.

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In the city square, crowds gathered around a gentleman who sat on a high stool holding a guitar. He was dressed in a white inner shirt and black trousers. His white hair was messy, his irises were golden, and his demeanour was laid-back. There was a black suit spread out before him, with numerous golden coins gleaming in the twilight of the sun.

It was none other than Aucuses who was on his journey. He arrived in St. Millon yesterday and is actively exploring the city. He also became well-known in the city as a busker, a person who sings or plays music for money on the streets.

What was the reason for his actions? He simply wants to. There was no other greater or deeper goal. It was just him having fun in his own way, doing things he couldn't do in his previous life.

One of those things was music. He had always wanted to perform in front of a large crowd. It was just a small dream in the back of his mind that was crushed due to his horrendous talent in that area.

But, talent is no longer an obstacle....

Aucuses smiled at the onlookers and began strumming the golden coated strings.

He began playing one of his previous life's favourite songs. The song reminded him of his favourite earthly memories.

House of memories Panic! At The Disco.

A beautiful woman stood in the middle of the crowd, attempting not to be noticed by the white-haired man. She was going so far as to use her authority to ensure it.

She was clad in a long green gown that accentuated her already otherworldly beauty. Her eyes were as red as the crimson moon, and her blonde hair swayed brightly in the twilight.

Lilith, Earth Mother, is who she is.

She looked ahead, past the gaps in the crowds, after ensuring her concealment.

She noticed a slender man with long fingers and a quirky side smile; Aucuses, began playing a sombre melody while gingerly caressing a cherry-wood guitar.

Music fills the air spontaneously, like waves filling holes in beach sand; the sound rushes in and around everyone in the square. Some react to the melody, while others continue to chatter, but it always speaks to them in many ways, drawing them in.

A low melody was heard. The melody was a veil-like, sorrowful dream that fell into their minds

Lilith closed her eyes and let herself sink into the sea of melody. Soon after, she fell into a melancholy dream.

The sombre dream was about love and parting, about a boy and a girl in their youthful naivete, only to be confronted with cruel reality, about their first love, about their glorious years.

Her thoughts were gradually drifting into her painful memories of the past, which were buried in her heart.

But the dream was shattered when the music became loud, with a deep and gloomy melody. It drew her back to reality, and she looked at Aucuses, whose face had lost his quirky smile and had become reminiscent.

She moved cautiously forward through the sad crowds to get closer to him and get a better view of him. When she saw him reminiscing about the past, though, she clenched her hands.

She arrived right in the middle of the second line, just in the right spot to get his full figure without being noticed by him.

As she approached, the tragic music became increasingly higher and boomed out across St. Millon. People from all walks of life began to gather in the square, their faces filled with curiosity and sadness. Those who couldn't get here simply stopped what they were doing and started listening to the music filling the air around St.Millon.

Lilith was struck by the tragic atmosphere created by the music. The melody was like dark clouds threatening to turn into a large storm.

The light in the city square suddenly dimmed, prompting Lilith to look up, only to see dark clouds gathering in the sky of St. Millon, heralding the arrival of a storm.

Lilith became more aware as her perception broadened.

She felt the melody vibrating through the fabric of reality...It was as if reality was echoing with the music....dancing to the Aucuses' tune.

St. Millon was filled with tragic emotions. Everyone who heard the song, no matter how old or young, male or female, rich or poor, felt the deep emotion conveyed by the music.

Many people's eyes welled up with tears as they recalled lost loved ones.

Many elderly people close their eyes in agony, recalling the smile of a long-gone loved one. Many adults experienced regret and grief as they recalled their first love.

At the melodies of Aucuses, the entire St. Million was filled with a depressing atmosphere, and everyone's heart was seized with their own sorrow.

Lightening streaks began to flash across the dark clouds, and heavy rain began to fall on the magnificent city. It was as if the entire sky was reverberating with sorrow of all.

Such a scene and phenomenon should have made many people realise the musician was no ordinary person. However, whether extraordinary or ordinary, they were too engrossed in the ocean of melodies to care.

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The rain poured down on Aucuses, but he didn't seem to mind and continued to play, his eyes glowing with melancholy.

Lilith gazed at the Aucuses as the rain poured down. She was almost out of breath as the melody echoed in her mind, carrying tremendous power and stirring up a painful memory she didn't want to recall.

The memory depicted her standing atop a corpse of humans dressed strangely, surrounded by the ruins of sky-rising buildings. The crimson moon hung high in the sky, illuminating her figure, which was covered in human blood, while her eyes were wide in terror, seemingly in realisation of her actions.

That memory was like an abyss, drowning her slowly in wave after wave, and she was powerless.

As if sensing her predicament, the melodies changed, illuminating the abyss and pulling her back into reality.

The music became high and solemn, and the audience noticed that the tone of the music became a little more rousing, as if gentleman who was playing guitar was trying to show them his great faith in life, encouraging them to face the pain and move on.

The higher pitch was extremely upbeat. Many of the audience members exhaled deeply and then let out long sighs, as if they were expelling all negative emotions.

Then came the final movement. Aucuses strummed down the golden strings with incredible speed.

The movement of the Aucuses was so fast that the audience's eyes couldn't keep up. Coming out of their grief, everyone became excited, and people began to applaud in the midst of Aucuses' playing.

Aucuses finished with a heavy strum on the final string, and his smile returned.

The sun shone through the dark clouds in the sky, illuminating the St. Million and returning vibrancy to the magnificent city.

The entire audience around St. Millon applauded for Aucuses, which rattled the city. As cheers filled the streets, the crowd went crazy and wild.

The sky was almost completely covered in gold coins as they were thrown towards the coat in front of Aucuses for his outstanding performance.

Aucuses smiled and bowed as he put down the guitar.

Lilith awoke from her trance and turned back. She hurried away from Aucuses, wiping the tears from her cheeks.

"I am sorry." A soft, apologetic voice interrupted her emotions.

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A/N: Serious question, guys: should I open up a pateon? Is my writing worth it?