The first manga I ever read was The Demon Ororon, so I really should have written something for it earlier.
Warning: spoilers if you haven't finished the last book.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Demon Ororon and I make no profit from this.
Perhaps it was the angel in her, but Chiaki had slowly stopped aging. Not that anyone noticed. Demons left her alone. Angels monitored her, but never came too close. And humans feared her, sensing something wrong about her and leaving her be. Only Lika remained with her, and even then, Lika was slowly falling in love with Shiro.
Chiaki doesn't talk anymore, these days. She has nothing to say, and besides, her words are divisive. If she did speak... well, she would undoubtedly cry out her hatred of all things, angels, demons, everything. Because they took him from her. And as Lika knows, Chiaki would do anything to have him back.
Only God talks to her now. He cradles her battered mind, soothing her broken soul and whispers words into her head. He left for a while. He had slowly turned away when she fell into her grief, his back turning on her, but Chiaki had needed him so he had returned. He talks to her of the world before him and others like them. Talks of how angels and demons and humans all evolved together and split away, humans forgetting about the others until he had come and then making up stories of benevolent gods and benign angels.
He told her stories about Hell and Heaven. Of how Ozu had loved a woman so much he had to have her all to himself and of how he had obsessed over her so much he had forgotten the son she gave him. He told her stories of young Ororon, of how he had been gentle and hated killing... but he had to kill. And he told her stories of other half-angels like her.
He told her how when he'd first been born, no-one had known how powerful he was. He told her that he had wanted nothing more than to stop the killing, stop demons and angels from killing each other and stop them from hating him. But they had tried to kill him and desperation had won – his fear had destroyed thousands of lives, human, angel and demon alike.
He told her of how he died, alone and afraid and unloved and of how he had lived on, helplessly alone forever.
He told her that she was stronger even than he was. That she could be the Saviour or she could be the Destroyer.
She replied, tired and croaky even in her own mind, that she would be neither, that nothing would happen because even a God was allowed to mourn and if she chose to mourn forever, then who was there to stop her?
God had turned away again, asking simply 'Do you want someone else to suffer as you have?'
Chiaki had simply stared off into the distance.
But if I act, god, then who will be left to live?
And Chiaki went back to her lifeless world... her world without Ororon.
I hope you liked it.