For You This World I'll Destroy

The Noctis Labyrinthus (End)

Was the sun this hot on my skin?

Why does the light feel too bright for me?

Stopped me at a crossroads. There I found a crow, shot dead in the street. Blood poured out of the hole where the bullet lodged in him, his eyes wide open as if in disbelief the death picked him up too early. I know the raven because it is the bird I sent to Danius.

Without thinking, I stabbed my index finger and dripped blood on the bird's wound. However, just as the drop of blood touched his flesh, in an instant it turned into a ripple that devoured the crow. So ferocious and fast, it turned the crow into a lump of flesh that it then exploded without remaining.

“... Impossible,” mumbled. My blood, which once cured all kinds of diseases, has now turned into a potent compound that promotes cell regeneration... To create a deadly cancer.

My blood strength is increasing.

“Why are you so surprised?” ask for familiar voices.

As I turned, I found myself in a dark room, illuminated only by a dim lantern at my feet. And from that darkness, stepped a figure of darkness filled with chains and seal talismans, looking at me with empty eyes and a cynical smile.

“Did the con man not tell you who you really are, Meine Dotter?” the dark figure asked, trying to grab me, but the chains prevented it.

But the figure of darkness also extended his fingers, becoming a very sharp dagger. His jaw was elongated with a terrifying row of fangs, and his bones were sharpened out from all over his skin. Like a monster from a fairyland, the figure of darkness growled with vengeance.

That's when I knew the figure of darkness was the same as me.

“Same as me. The more your body is stained with blood, the deeper you will fall in darkness. And from that darkness will be born a power that makes you more perfect, Moon,” said the darkness that grabbed my cheek and gently caressed it,

“This is... our true form, the Moon. Descendants of man-eaters are said to be the children of the Goddess of Death.

I brushed off that hand and refused, “I won't be a monster like you!”

“Yes, I hope so. But, Moon, my blood flows in your veins. Even if you reject it, instinct will always push you to achieve perfection. Just like it, lead me .. Amelia Sonata Noctis.”

“A-Amelia. You... is Mutter?” I just can't believe it.

The dark figure shook his head, “Black Company has betrayed me and locked me in my own child's body. And worse yet, my name was stolen by a fraudster who trapped me in this curse pit, ” he said that smothered his face,

“Now I have been cursed, bearing the name of the Goddess of Death, Nyghtingale Ereshkigal, damned to destroy this world because of their foolishness.”

I dragged my body backwards away from that shadow, “You lied!”

The shadow smiled, “Sorry, but you will feel very sick for a while,” he said who then patted his hand so hard.

Like lightning striking my body, my whole body felt slashed. My stomach was like being hit by a hammer many times, my lungs were like being stoned by a merciless spear. And when I fell down in my pain, I found that the darkness had disappeared from the figure.

She became a woman with shoulder-length white hair, looking at me with her purplish irises. But what made my eyes glare was how similar the faces of the two of us were. Immediately the shadow picked up his body back and covered that reflection of me.

“No human being can see a Goddess. But, since you are a Malaakh Daemon, your regeneration ability saved your life. That's why, I can only manifest myself as a shadow before you,” explained Nyghtingale.

All of this is too real to be possible. My head is completely unable to process what happened. But it all makes sense. The reason why Mutter always looked at me with cold eyes, the reason why Ayahanda was so shocked when she saw me was like a reflection of others, and also why I was caught up in this painful destiny.

“Why.... You are constantly present in my mind?” I sit straight in front of the Goddess.

Nyghtingale returned to her human form and did the same with me, “Because of Love, I guess. Just like you, I live always wondering, how does real love feel? When I almost reached it, the love turned out to be an illusion that locked me here. That fake love name is Ideal White.”

“Ideal White.. isn't that the magnum opus Black Company wants to create?” ask again.

“Every ten thousand years, every planet in the solar system will be in the same line. In one second, the magic protector in the core of the planet disappeared and made everything living on its surface exposed to cosmic rays that would annihilate everything.”

“All the achievements of that civilization are lost in one second?” I just can't believe it.

Nyghtingale nodded, “Ya. And it's not once, it's dozens of times. To prevent it, the ancestors in the past created a magic system to protect at least a handful of people from extermination. They named the system Nyghtingale Ereshkigal,” he said who then propped up his chin and asked me,

“Hey Moon, do you know where the souls of all the dead creatures go?”

“O-Obsidian Theater..dewi Nyghtingale nursery?”

The goddess nodded, “But as you can see for yourself.I bear the name Nyghtingale Ereshkigal, shortly after realizing Ideal White. Can the moon relate to what is happening here? The key is Obsidian Theater,” asked the goddess again.

Honestly, I shook my head. But instead of being angry, the figure of darkness was actually laughed funny and patted my head gently, “It's okay. You see, only a real Noctis knows about this truth. You are too fed with false information about yourself, to not know your true potential.”

The Goddess flicked her hand and in a flash the dark room turned into a calm sea. We were both sitting on a canoe, passing one lantern after another, along with thousands of other canoes. All towards a black hole that sucks everything greedily.

As she illuminated the path with her lantern, Nyghtingale said, “Did you know souls have energy in them? The Nyghtingale System trapped every living thing's soul, extracting all the energy within it and uniting it in this place. In other words, Obsidian Theater was an enormous energy factory. Imagine... ten thousand years the amount of energy he extracted from the poor soul who craved heaven? For what?”

Open my eyes that immediately goosebumps, with stammering I also replied, “U-To... created a God.”.

Nyghtingale nodded, “Truely so. The man of the past thought, only a god was able to save them. Because of this, they created their own gods and racked up their power to defend the planet's protectors for thousands of years. Name of goddess Nyghtingale Ereshkigal,” he said who then formed a daemon and humans who fought each other, he said,

“The body of a human being is unable to accommodate the soul of a Goddess. They break it down into two different energies. Anger and vengeance, negative energies born from the accumulation of a cursed soul. And also, love and love, the positive energy born from the accumulation of an unapproved soul. The duality of a goddess is broken into two persons.

The Devil and the Hero.

In order to perfect the soul of the goddess, one of the demigods must kill each other and realize the most perfect magic, Ideal White. And finally. ahem, realize his wish which of course is ‘save the world’, hahaha.”

From Nyghtingale's cynical tone telling the tale, I knew the truth wasn't that sweet. From the very beginning whoever created this system was a resourceful person. So what is the meaning of this life, if in the end the souls of those who live will end up becoming a blob of tragedy over and over again?

“So... You killed the Hero to create Ideal White?” my many.

Nyghtingale shook her head, “No, The Hero betrayed me and used Ideal White to deny her destiny. She trapped my body into a Goddess. Even though she knew, it had no soul anymore.”.

“But if he fails, doesn't that mean, it should have been fifteen years ago, we're all dead?” my question is not to understand.

Nyghtingale laughed, “If you're still alive now, you know what that means? That story of annihilation is a mere lie! Funny right!? No one can predict when the apocalypse will come, no one can protect it, not even a Goddess,” she said, smothering her mouth and laughing out loud,

“Malah, because of his stupidity.The Hero actually created a soulless false Goddess, a ferocious monster that devoured this world to fill the void of his soul! It's funny, isn't it?! In the end, the plain girl's greed for love, propelled her into the cause of this world's destruction. But what did he get?

Something built on lies will not last long. In the end, even though he pretended to be me, George still did not choose him.”

… It is impossible. So, the previous Hero was... Mutter? D-He killed his own brother just for the sake of getting the Father…? But I also remembered that during his lifetime, Father had never met Mutter. They lived in different palaces. It was like an enemy hating each other.

A dark shadow appeared in front of me. The skull hands slowly took out an elegant black sword inside. Nyghtingale pulled it out and looked at it carefully,

“This sword is called Artemisia, with it has flowed my blood. In other words, this sword is connected to my body. If you succeed in stabbing the heart of the Deceiver with this sword, then he will suck the soul of the Goddess in his body and return it to my body,” said the Goddess who then offered the sword to me,

“Because I still want to see True Love, I asked you. Meine Dotter, despite having to kill your loved ones, are you going to save this world?”