For You This World I'll Destroy

For You This World I'll Destroy
The Triad Megistus (End)



—55—


It's all my fault. If I had not been born, Mentari would have lived happily in the moment, accompanied by the warmth of the family she had always dreamed of. But because of me, Mentari gave up everything for me.


“Although that means, I must be a Goddess, if it can make me create a world full of love,” Mentari said before we started our little rebellion in front of the Goddess.


Our plagues were conquered, our powerful nations established, and with the passage of time, we became powerful witches. But that power keeps us from the truth. And after it was too late, we realized it.


That destiny has chosen us both as the Hero and the Demon Queen. A powerful curse shackles our bodies and makes them destiny puppets. Fighting each other against the will of our hearts, injuring each other even though our hearts were torn apart.


Until finally only one was left. Crying seeing the most precious person in his life, it was getting colder in his manger.


“... Why for the sake of my dreams, should I hurt my beloved sister?” mentari said in my manger, “A-I fear, Moon... This curse... I fear it will make me hate you..


I clasped Mentari's hand tightly, but there were no words I could speak. For I am the one who wounded the Mentari with my own sword.


“... I always wondered, why did the Goddess create a world that knows no love? But now I understand. Goddess Nyghtingale wants to destroy the world she created,” said Mentari who wants to reach the sky with her hands full of blood,


“He himself cursed the world with Superadical Snow, stole the Sun and the Moon with his cloud of chaos.. And blinded the eyes of his creation to a very clear salvation,


“How can you understand love when you live without seeing the blue sky?”


My last memory of Mentari strengthened my resolve. His soul that I measured in my necklace is now resonating, expressing his true desire. He wants to create a world that makes me happy.


But without a body and memory, that desire is just a hollow sound lost in the air. But I will not let that desire go away.


“The world of love that you expect. Although I must be the cursed soul of the world,” said I who stretched my hand to the sky and summoned a giant dark magic circle in the last seven cities of civilization.


“Nyghtingale, you want the destruction of this world, then I will give it to you. Without having to play in the chain of your bullshit destiny, I will make it happen with all the power that exists in this world,” I said that concentrated all the magic energy I had accumulated at the expense of all life in this world.


In my hand slowly a crystal chess piece slowly arranged, along with a huge magic energy exfoliating all over my skin quickly and destroying my round blade. Sacrificing one by one my body, I continued the cursed ritual and chanted the mantra,


“Since the beginning there has been nothing.


This world exists for nothing.


Life is a meaningless illusion


But one day a light was born that revealed the truth.”


A bright beam shot from the Yggdrasil tree blasting a magic circle on it. At the same time a great earthquake appeared, destroying the roots of the giant darkness that ravaged the surface of Mars. With its mighty power, the roots of darkness lifted one city and another into the air, approaching the chaos of the super radical clouds above it.


“Together with the birth of space and time, the era was rolling.


From the era when gods walked the world, to humanity took over with its naivety


All are destroyed and leave a mortal story.


But the First Light remained faithful to lead life.


Back to nothingness.”


The crystal was perfect, becoming a very beautiful Queen pawn. The First Light, Ideal White. The moment my hand touched it, in an instant it shattered into dust. For only the true Goddess can touch the first light. No other creature deserves to hold it.


The comedy drama The Goddess who loves the tragedy of despair. For when the Triad Megistus kills each other, the victor will eventually die after seeing the glimmer of the luminosity of the rays. But. I'm not just an ordinary Demon Queen.


I opened my eyes wide and stained the First Light with darkness. Until that glory was caught in the roots of my darkness, wanting to break free but free. For even light cannot overcome nothingness.


“We, Black Company, the creature that managed to reach the dimension of the Gods, command you, Ideal White—!”


Purple lightning destroyed my body. Quickly the lightning snatched Ideal White from me and took on the form of a fox woman. She is La Puella Dragonica, Quina. The stupid girl who always bothered me.


“You want to destroy this world?” quina asked who was enduring the excruciating pain in her right hand. Even though Ideal White is locked up in my magic, ordinary Daemons will not be able to grasp it.


“I won't let you exterminate my entire people!” quina shouted out to call out her lightning spear.


I approached the girl and stretched out my hand, “Udah, don't be so heroic. You understand yourself, you have no hope of defeating me. Give me Ideal White soon,” I said.


Random waist astonished to see the girl against me, I also replied, “With or without Ideal White, my plan has been perfect,” familiar scent immediately makes me glance at the Matrovska group that has been swarming over me, Matrovska,


“Whatever you do, all in vain."


Among Matrovska was a figure I knew. Arthur Arpeggio Noctis and the false sword Artemisia.


I stopped my hand and showed Ideal White back in my hand. Quina's unexpected surprise, not even her, the fastest witch in the world could feel me stealing the chess piece from her.


“Malevolent Gravity,” said I swung my hand and hit everyone there with a very heavy gravity. They all fell to their knees in front of me, helpless.


Smiling faintly I then told them, “From the first time you always misfocused so that let the weak Anima like me, can grow into reaching the dimension of gods. Now, are you going to repeat the same mistake again?” I said, pointing up at the sky,


“In an hour, the entire city will crash into the Superadical clouds and try to penetrate through them until it reaches the blue sky. Without qualified protection, can those poor Daemons and humans survive?”


“... until how deep will you fall, Moon Daemon?” arthur shouted trying to get up.


“Up to the end of hell,” said I then lifted Ideal White into the sky and opened the portal that tore the sky apart. Hands of darkness emerged from inside the portal to fetch me into it.


Before it disappeared completely, I stared at Arthur and threw the lumina Quartz Megistus at him.


“You're the Noctis Family Head now.”


— + —


Darkness greeted my body, as I realized a tightly grasped Lantern Flower, shining on the sampan sailing in the middle of the lake of darkness. In front of me sat a dark figure rowing my canoe towards a crystal castle growing from the bones that supported it.


“This is Obsidian Theater, where destiny was written?” muttered.


My sampanku arrived at the dock. As my feet stepped on the edge, all my hair stood on end. An enormous power had awaited me behind the skull gate that greeted me. Grasping my neck tightly, I inhaled a deep breath.


“Come, we finish all this, Mentari,” my murmurs who also stepped into the castle where the Goddess lives.


A giant gate prevented me from reaching the throne room. The intricate circles sealed the door. Hmm, it seems, before me, there was a witch who had reached this room and sealed the door. But who? In the history, I never heard of it.


“Perhaps, this seal prevents Nyghtingale from descending into the world and destroying it with his own hands?” my murmurs were chin-backed.


Suddenly rang out behind me, a familiar voice that prevented me, “Truely.”


“Ma Dame Fan,” I said not surprised to see the old witch in front of me. For who else would be able to reach the Obsidian Theater if not the oldest and strongest magician in the world.


“I've been watching you since the beginning. But I didn't expect, an Anima like you could reach this place,” said Ma Dame Fan who opened his ornamental fan,


“What do you want to achieve by freeing Nyghtingale, Clairysviel Adeola Noctis?”


I smiled and replied, “Other than kill him?”