For You This World I'll Destroy

The Celestial Finale (1)

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“As the stage curtain went down, finally, I was able to see the real you. Poor girl with a heart full of bitterness,” said Amelia, smiling at me.

The roots of darkness grew following the sword of the Knight Goddess, raining down on the human body of the God. The roots fiercely sucked his power and drained it to me.

“Hey... Clairysviel, not—Black Company, you and I, each have fulfilled our contract. Don't I deserve to hear the truth about you?” ask the God.

“Nobody wants the truth. All you want is a reality that you want to accept and understand. In other words... everyone just wants an illusion,” my question takes the hand of the God and pulls it to a seat, “Therefore, you blind your own eyes, evading the truth before your eyes.

Amelia, even if you use Ideal White, you can't save the world.”

Amelia propped up her cheeks curiously, “What do you mean?”

“Although you prevented your awakening in the past, you cannot stop the Superadical Snow from destroying this world,” said I who also sat down before the God, “Quickly or later, with or without any magic, he will return .. Because Snow is superadical, no, Anima named Obsidian Theater was born by the wishes of the humans and Daemon.”

Anima is a magical creature born of a desire. Just as I was born by Mentari's desire not to be lonely, Obsidian Theater was born out of the world's collective desire to end their suffering. And the easiest way to end that suffering is death.

As long as there was still suffering in this world, there would be people who wanted death, and Obsidian Theater would always be born. In other words, the real enemy of the world, the Devil who destroyed this world is nothing but the world itself.

Amelia chuckled, “If you've known that far, why did you stop me? Wouldn't it be better to do something in vain than to stand still and see the world destroyed?” ask the God whose body is slowly being crushed by my dark roots.

I closed my eyes and replied, “ Nothing will change. You will only be one fall from another row of souls, who are trying to ‘save’ this world.. But actually just take the opportunity for everyone to see the truth.”.

“And what's the truth, my Goddess?” ask Amelia.

I opened my eyes and answered honestly, “Only we ourselves can save our lives.” As long as everyone is unaware of it, salvation will not come.”

My dark roots almost reached Amelia's heart and absorbed her power core. Just then, the god crawled up to me and rested his head in my manger.

“But... don't you do the same with me? All the evil you do will make the whole world hate you. Until the moment of your death, you will be the focus of suffering, the enemy that must be defeated.

Is such a miserable world you want to make a reality, Black Company?”

“Me and you are prisoners of fate. To fight him is futile stupidity. It has been seven years since I gave up against fate, ” said I gently stroked the dying god's head and continued.

Amelia is not a god of evil. From my singular encounter, I can feel it. From the myth of the history of magic and the story Amelia gave, a red line can be drawn. A great disaster almost wiped out civilization. In the midst of despair, the world ripped Amelia from her sleep. The benevolent God agreed to lend his power to the world and defeat the Catastrophe. His generosity created an era of magic that brought prosperity and world peace.

But, not for a long time. Magic is a force, and just like any other force, it can become polluted and become an obsession. The obsession also gave birth to war and destruction which then brought Suffering. And just like the vicious cycle, the Demon Obsidian Theater was reborn.

And that God of help tragically became the God of Catastrophe in all people.

“So... you plan to unite this world to defeat yourself, the enemy of the world?” ask Amelia.

I nodded, “I will continue to let this world grow against me and then destroy it, over and over, until the world dares to see the truth,” I said holding my necklace, “… It was the only role for me to be accepted in this world.”

Amelia shed tears and smiled bitterly, “. When your surroundings are full of love and warmth, why do you reject them yourself? “

“Love is an act, not a concept. Just like reality, love has relative value.  And the way people love. Amelia, this is my way of loving this world,” answered me who let go Amelia who slowly disintegrated into dust,

“Until no one is sacrificed to save others, until no fate compels a poor girl to bear the burden of this world, I will lead this world in your place, Amelia.”

When Amelia disappeared, a big earthquake came to the room. The red crystal crystal on the wall fell and broke. The giant door collapsed, not remaining. I slowly climbed up rubble by debris, approaching the first light. But along with that, voices were heard in my head.

The truth I hid in my ahtiku. When these ears hear behind the walls of Noctis' palace, a shadow will pounce on us.

“The two children are completely worthless. You better get rid of them and give birth to a boy to continue this Family.”

“...P-Papa. M-Mentari will fight hard to become the greatest Witch. K-Because of that, Mentari please, don't waste us!”

When this nose smelled a familiar scent and tears, from a mother who had just shot her son.

“M-Excuse me, Mama, Moon. Mama should not be lulled by the man's love and bragging. Mama should not let go of the simple house, where the three of us live full of happiness. This is the only way to save you and set you up from the curse of the Noctis.” Family.

When this mouth tasted the nostalgia of the dish served, after too long a meeting awaits.

“Month, I always hope this moment of our togetherness, will not end. Every night, I prayed to the gods, not to separate us again. But, you don't feel the same way as me, do you?”

Riding on the last piece of debris, I grabbed Ideal White. But feeling the rottenness of my heart, that First Light shattered my unworthy arm. Even so, I am famous as a forced. I quickly regenerated my hand and touched the bright light,

“Ideal White.. I am the Black Company, the Monster that has destroyed half of this world and defeated the last God of the world,” I said with roots creeping from my heart.

The light of my demonic eyes lit up as trees grew from my body violently, my skin broke and bled, but I did not stop.

“You've made this world too long. If you are too proud to lend me your strength, then, let me take it from you!” I shouted that borrowed Amelia's power and summoned a giant black hole that was trying to swallow the energy gusts of that almighty light.

"Absolute Darkness!"

Hundreds of Yggdrasil trees grew around the black hole. They were assembling together, curbing the Holy Fire that was thrashing about wanting to escape. With all my strength aided by Amelia's power, I expanded the dark roots of the white poho, forming intricate magic circles to seal the light. After the seal was created, the light disappeared. Darkness enveloped the Obsidian Theater.

Losing most of my strength, I bent my knees in a breath of breath.

“... Work, I beg you,” I said looking at the pitch-black root ball that was flying in the sky. Slowly the roots hardened into a swirl of hundreds of resplendent Yggdrasil trees illuminating the world with a false light.

White roses bloomed from the branches of the white tree. From his crown grew a large apple and then broke, giving birth to tens of thousands of humans and Daemons who stared blankly and confused. Yggdrasil leaves fell on their heads, giving birth to a miracle that opened their eyes.

“M-Ma Dame Clair?”

Hearing that voice, my eyes opened to tears. I tightened my jaw as I ran towards the direction of the voice and hugged it tightly.

“L-L-Loh, k-why? A-Ouch, tightness ah,” said Luciel who thrashed wanting to break away from my embrace.

But I kept hugging him and said, “Bising really. Shut up once in a while and let me hug you, Luciel.”

Luciel is a smart kid. Feeling my shoulders tremble, he returned the embrace and stroked my head.

“Thank God...my hypothesis... works,” I said sobbing. Feeling that body warmth again is a miracle to me.

I took a big bet. My dark roots absorb not only the power of all those buried in the ground, but also their feelings and memories. If I can create enough Homunculus, I can revive all the souls that have been killed by the Nyght Plague. But in order to revive those more than a hundred million souls, I need an enormous amount of power.

And the answer is Ideal White. However, I am not sure that my dark roots are capable of confining that great power. Fortunately, Amelia's black hole helped me. Without the power of that Ancient God.

But, he is also an evil God who makes me and Mentari kill each other. Should I hate him or thank him? The world is gray.

“Ma Dame... have worked hard, now rest,” said Luciel calms me down.

Rest…? All these miracles come with a price. I. have accepted my destiny in place of Amelia to lead this world. And my work is not done. In this world without gods, I have to make sure that everyone can stand on their own feet.

I took off my arms and wiped my tears. With a smile I said, too,

“No word of rest in the dictionary Flower Shop Lantern!”