Some y'all miss me? Or maybe a few? Or maybe none? Still, thanks for reading this! Anyway, the situation outside made my whole life went downhill. I lost multiple things but those are not important. The important thing is that:
Better shut the fuck up and enjoy this long chapter that I made. So you better be fucking grateful! The original author is dead so this is mine now! Ha ha, yes!
P.S.: I will tell ya lot that this story, now under my domain, will be morally wrong most of the way. Now if you're a snowflake, gtfo.
P.S.2: Shout-out to the dude who made the "Empire of Planeptune" or something, your works are awesome!
"She Was Raised by A Being Even Gods Feared"
Part 4
"Divine Intervention"
I walked in the forest of my birthplace, the cool breeze whipped by my face, sprinkles of light came from any spaces available from the leaves of the trees. As I made my way out, I am happily humming a song.
"Ynynyn~ V ngr gurve urnq enj naq pyrna, zrff jvgu gurve qveg-hevar, zvaqvat gur jbeyq raq vgfrys, ynynyn~ cerggl zlfrys~!" I sang out a tune as I skipped from the large roots of the trees 13 times.
From the corner of my eyes, I saw a pair of kittens of a lion limping their way in my directions. I halted in my way and waited for the cubs to come by. Eventually, the cubs were in front of me.
I raised my booted foot up and slammed it on the kittens splattering their blood and flesh all around except me, flattening their small bodies. Aaah~ a fresh kill right off the bat just before I left this place. It must be a lucky thing!
With a big smile on my face, I continued to trudge forward. So far, I can see the far end of the forest. It is something that I've been meaning to know. Papa wouldn't let me leave the place afterall so my curiosity is eating me. But thank goodness Papa finally gave me a mission to fulfill for him.
Thanks to Miss Arfoire's direction, I can go to this 'Lowee' with ease.
"I wonder..." I grinned. "Will there be more to kill? I wanted a fresh yet small body within the womb of a female. Those are my specialties after all." I licked my lips, excited to see more living beings to kill and eat.
Lately my taste to the animals I'm eating is somewhat lacking, so I probably need a new prey to eat soon or else everything will go bland. I don't like that.
I suddenly raised my hand in the air as I caught a snake, a cobra to be specific. I blinked at the slithering thing that I'm holding. It hissed loudly at me with its scale before I stared at it for a moment.
Then it suddenly launched at me, and bit me off the face. I can feel a pair of sharp, pointed fangs dig its way within my mouth. I also feel a hot liquid coming out from it. I remained stiff for a moment before I grabbed the snake with my other hand...
...and pushed it in my mouth. I bit the snake's scales and it shattered cleanly. It let out a painful hiss as I feel more liquid coming out from its fangs but I continued. Though I don't know what the snake is doing, it's probably telling me to eat it.
Probably.
In which I can happily agree. As I bit the snake's scale, I also chomped off its flesh. I continued doing so this process as I chewed down the flesh of the cobra. The liquid its sprouting in my mouth serves more like a sauce for me so I mixed it.
Eventually, the cobra had nothing to let out as its strength weakened. I continued eating the cobra 'til the last. Knowing that it's about to die, I pulled out its intestines from the part where I ate its meat. I slurped upon its intestine and began to eat it piece by piece.
I pulled organs after organs of the snake as I ate them without any worry. I was surprised to also see a small egg within it. Well, I crushed it in my mouth and ate it. It's delicious too!
After that, I thanked the snake for providing itself as my food.
Then... I exited the forest.
...
As if by immense estranged, I gasped as wide plains never have I seen before shone right in front of me. Craved by unknowns, I unknowingly raised my arms in excitement and, in my excitement, something went wild inside of me.
In an instant, the sky turned blood and dark and thunder; storm of any calamity was upon this world in an instance appeared without a warning. As well as instantly, drops of liquid began pouring, however, instead of clear drops, it's dark blue. It made contact with the grass, the ground, the trees and anything as far as I could see, and begin to melt everything into green.
It all happened in front of my eyes as I watched in amazement, thanks to my superhearing and super-eyesight, I immediately noticed numerous cities from afar of my position suddenly crying in agony as the blue liquid melted their skins, their flesh in gooey red.
Men.
Women.
Children.
I, watched it all unfold in my very eyes. I saw a man covering his family. Ah! Such honor, I remembered such action in one of my fairy tale books, it was heroic.
It was... fascinating to see them suffer. Never getting tired of it.
"Woah, this is... nice."
I snapped out of my trance as I was interrupted. I looked to my side and saw Arfoire coming over to my side. She looks fine. Though not really since the blue liquid seemed to melt her skin and even her inner flesh in gooey green but by miracle, it warped back in dark violet before the original color of her skin returned. Despite what could be considered a suicidal torment, she seemed unfazed, save for some twitches from the acid raindrops going in her eyes.
Some of her melting flesh fell off the ground, curious, I picked one before it could melt entirely. The moment I touched so the flesh stopped melting and the gooey green that was mixed in had disappeared, only the same flesh as I've known for is in my hand.
It's already rotten and smells that of her filth, but it must've taste good. Right?
By wonder, I put it in my mouth with awaiting saliva and wriggling tongue filled with razor sharp blades. It tastes... good. Despite its appearance and smell, her bits of flesh tastes good still. See, never judge a book by its cover!
"Ah~" I heard Arfoire moaned lightly. Ah, she must've liked it seeing me consumed her flesh. I mean, I ate her heart and organs alive before so it's nothing special.
Still, I feel pissed from that moan. How dare she utter such feeling without my permission?! It wasn't noticeable in my face but I can feel Sir Satan crawling around my features and changing them to suit my needs.
"Url, Nesbver," I coerced to her, giving her a wink. At first she looks confused before bowing low.
"As you wished." She said as she reached out her arm.
I hold her hand with my own. For a second, I was contemplating. But before even I know it, my whole upper torso, suddenly started twisting and morphed instantly into a large monstrous mouth that towered over Arfoire.
Without a breath, the older woman stared at the abyssal mouth in shocked.
...
And, within quick blink, Arfoire disappeared from this world. Eaten alive by the Mouth of Behemoth.
...
I immediately woke from my stupor. I shook my head as sudden migraine. Though it immediately dissipated as I felt something crawled around my brain.
"Thanks, Sir Leviathan," I said as if I'm used to it. I don't really know what happened. But for some reason I blacked out.
I can probably already tell what happened since I've experienced this before numerous times.
Looking around, it was nothing but a wasteland. The beauty I've seen after leaving my turf forest was gone. I marbled the drastic transformation, though I feel a bit miffed at what Sir Satan does. He needs to chill, man. Or maybe that's me? Anyway, the clouds had returned back to normal at least and no more corrosive liquid is dropping. I feel ecstasy as the ground below me cried in agony from the pain it had endured.
Fuck you, bitch!
As I maniacally laugh inside my mind, I returned back to what I need to look for-
And, oh! Would you look at that, she's lying on the ground, unconscious!
Chains still in hand, I yanked Arfoire and dragged her, causing her to suddenly woke up as her face almost turned blue from lack of oxygen. My yanking ended her up slamming on the ground as she coughed out blood.
"Wake up, Miss Arfoire," I said as I watched her struggled on the ground. "We have a visit to do."
Changing my attention from her, I looked back to the direction where I first saw the city. As if by peeking like a god, my vision changed once again and watched as the city I destroyed...
... surprisingly still standing.
Well, kind of. Upon closer inspection, majority of the buildings built in what looked like mushrooms, was almost gone. I could see few people here and there struggling and crying, either for help or for loss. Either way, I licked my lips, enjoying their suffering.
Up, close and personal, that would be amazing.
Without taking my eyes off, my body started moving towards the city as I dragged Arfoire who eventually recovered and limply tried to catch up to my face.
It will be awhile but might as well observed the broken society.
Like an invisible rat, I watched wannabe-saviors and in-vain helpers tried to rescue survivors under crumbled debri and doctors trying to revive near-melting body yet still alive souls. Their skins burnt and muscled-flesh can be seen from numerous bodies that are steadily being piled side-by-side. I also hear cries of agony from one of the victims as I witnessed his bared chest - ribs, heart and lungs - as blood poured out.
His screams, alongside others, are like music to my ears. How long has it been since Papa gave me numerous human sacrifices before. I once fond myself over a young boy a few years ago whose age the same as mine.
As I continued my inspection, I began to noticed white camo-armored vehicles driving through and around the broken city. Accompanied what could be military soldiers in and on said vehicles. There's also helicopters whose goals are to rescue.
I rolled my eyes at the pitiful struggle of these 'ants'. Still, they're fleshy enough for me to devour once I got close to them and tasting live or corpse was nothing short of an everyday meal.
There was, something peculiar.
I saw a flash of white and light blue as a floating figure of a little girl appeared over the city. Her appearance caused the people from below to cheer and cried for help, drowning the sorrow and despair.
It made me irritated.
How dare a brat of nobody ruined my music! She'll be my last once I get in the city! I can't wait to flay her alive and watch her beg for mercy from the mistake she made!
I'M COMING!
...
A young girl could be seen running and jumping with superhuman speed and agility towards what appeared to be a calamity-stricken city, not far behind her is an older woman who neck was chained and flying close to the girl, though she still got outrun and often got slammed on the jagged ground before recovering.
The sky, whose appearance was that of hellish-blood not even half an hour ago, was now back to normal as if nothing happened. Out of nowhere, bright lights emerged and fluttered on the sky. Three bright lights emerged and soon made a hasty decent to the ground, specifically to the broken city.
...
As the view of the city finally dawned before me, my excitement bubbled. Sir Satan is watching with me. I can feel his smile spread across his face. Obviously, I'm no exceptions.
Oh how long has it been seen I last seen a human blood spurt on my face and up-close horrors of scream and eyes wide of terror. It's fascinating.
I can still smell the previous blood of the human I had fun from which Papa sent to me before he left. That human is still alive in the basement of my home, still alive after years of torture. Or maybe half-life cause the body rottting slowly.
As I edged myself to absolute madness, I cannot help but noticed something bright from the corner of my eyes. I looked above in curiosity as I continued to run.
"Sir Satan, what the hell is that?" I asked in my head. As I wait for my answer, however, the space shift in front of me and suddenly a trident of pure malice appeared in front of me. It's Sir Baphomet!
His sudden appearance surprised me so I wanted to ask.
But as I blinked, I saw a flash of angry white light beamed towards me, Sir Baphomet then spun as he deflected the white light to the sky. It whipped through the clouds only to then explode in up above. A massive explosion of bright light covered nearly all of my vision as I screamed in agony.
I hear Sir Satan screamed at me to be careful. Damn it! It's a fucking holy light!
I let out a wild screeched in pain as Sir Satan created a big dome of darkness covering me from the light. My screeching reach all the way to the city where the people, upon hearing it, all their heads exploded in an instant. People outside are wiped out whilst people inside protected by the walls have their eyes, ears, nose and mouth bleed and clutching their heads in immense pain.
"Who the fuck are you?!" I screamed as I looked above, without rest, a massive holy light in shape like that of a blade, was descending down on me in an instant before I knew it.
I watched as Sir Baphomet once again came to my rescue as it suddenly grew bigger and blocked a giant, bright blade, stalling it on its place. Air of light and darkness flared wild around me as I watched the land crumbled, cracks forming around me. I can tell that Sir Baphomet won't be getting away from this unscathed.
Taking the stall as an opportunity, I immediately called Sir Leviathan in my head. As I did so, a ringing pain echoed in my mind as the surface of my head above exploded as chunks of my fleshy-brain and broken parts of my skull came spurting out, and of course, my hair. Out came a big monstrous worm-like creature made of flesh with spikes in its mouth and thick mandibles twice the same of its head.
It came flying straight out towards the three figures of light where the bright sword is coming from. As if it has an endless body, it continued to fly out of my head.
"Sir Leviathan, kill them! Feel free to swallow everything!" I roared in anger.
I thought this first step journey of mine would be amazing. I thought it would be entertaining as I have a lot of ideas I could put to the denizens of this world as I envisioned for Papa.
Papa. Damnit! I am very sorry this happened.
I promised I will carry your order.
...
I am not prepared it would seem.
I immediately stood up on my feet and flew up the air. I grabbed Sir Baphomet as he instantly reverted back to the same length as I used to know. The massive light sword had disappeared. As I looked back up, I watched as Sir Leviathan continued to fight the three bright figures.
It would appear the three bright figures are having a hard time dealing with Sir Leviathan flexible, wormy-like body. Though I wouldn't say Sir Leviathan was winning as I can see bits of his flesh fall off from the attacks and turned into a turd upon disconnection.
With new vigor, I flew up to aid Sir Leviathan, and as he lunged at the left figure, I aimed my trident at his right and immediately threw it. Thankfully, without wasting a time, Sir Baphomet blocked an attack from the other two figures.
I then watched as a bony arm suddenly sprung out of the trident and grabbed the wrist of one of the figure. A wave of darkness came out of the trident as it traveled along the arm towards one of the bright figure and made contact with the hand.
Though by miracle, the other bright figure then suddenly cut the arm of the bright figure whom Sir Baphomet was holding. The one who got its arm cut off cried in pain as I saw that sliver of chance for Sir Baphomet to kill it faded. The forearm which Sir Baphomet was holding immediately decayed into dust, only to then materialize as a demon creature in shape that of a spear with eyes protruding from the tip.
As Sir Baphomet was now falling, I caught him with my right and took the demonic spear by my left. With the same elevation as that of Sir Leviathan, I faced the other two bright light.
"Ubj shpxvat qner lbh trg va zl shpxvat jnl naq nggnpx zr?!" I exclaimed as I my eyes popped out of my facial sockets and blood pouring out from the space, revealing an empty, or not so empty, fleshly-husk inside. I watched from my two-eyed visions the two bright figures.
I can't tell what the fuck are they since they're covered in bright life and it's annoying as hell. Hopefully Sir Leviathan is alright with the other one, should be easy for him. With my eyes separated, I can focused on these two.
My answer, however, remained unanswer. Aside from the roars of Sir Leviathan behind me and sounds of clashes from his teeth and mandibles from the blade of what could be the most formidable in the group of these bright beings, I heard nothing.
It was a tensed 30 seconds, it felt like I was being forced to wait by these motherfuckers.
I had eno-
"Zpv... Bsf zpv...?!" One of them I heard speak, a woman, shocked from what I could tell.
As if I'm hearing a certain voice of a dictator, I raised my eyebrow. "What? Speak again bitch!"
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"Jung gur shpx ner lbh gnyxvat nobhg?!" I shouted back at the owner of the furious one.
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I let out a screeched of fury as one of them staggered, but the other continued on flying towards me. I gritted my teeth as braced for the impact.
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Papa.
I am not prepared.
Papa.
Papa.
...
My eyes widened as I saw Papa drawing his reaper at my neck at such close distance. Seeing him mad made me wet myself as piss of yellow scattered around my underwear, staining it and my legs in crushing fear.
Papa. Please don't be mad.
I promised.
I promised.
...
With a deafening outcry of fear and sudden survival, I managed to shook off the bright figure and, by help of adrenaline rush, raised Sir Baphomet up above my enemy whom I quickly brought down without hesitation.
I breathed in and out as I watched Sir Baphomet's tormenting darkness slowly swallowing the light from the figure. Upon closer inspection of the figure, it was a short woman who is a little taller than me, with light blue, cow-licked hairstyle and in a white suit. I could not make its clear facial feature as the trident went deep on her head, crushing her skull revealing exposed flesh, tissue, blood pouring out and chunks of her brain.
I watched as her skin starts to decay and turned into dust inside the clear darkness, only to then reformed in into a double-headed axe with eyes protruding out from the blades, almost like the spear which I am uselessly holding to my left. However, the difference is that the eyes in the axe is bright and has a symbol in it. Probably the eyes from the person which I destroyed.
Curious, I wanted to eat the eye but I heard Sir Satan to stop, and so I did.
I looked back to see the other bright figure remained on her position. I couldn't tell what it was thinking nor its face. But she then flew off followed by another, defeated and bleeding. I heard Sir Leviathan behind me screeched as I looked back to see him shrinking in size as he steadily went back to my head.
The demonic axe and spear I got then disappeared as both was eaten by a wild darkness.
Feeling a sudden light fatigue, I crouched in the air as I panted and slowly descended. From which I looked down with my eyes still out of my sockets, noticing this however I retracted them back in position. My eyes swelled painfully in red, but it was fine.
Once on the ground, I saw a number of soldiers being impaled on a thick stick from his anus out of his mouth. Amazingly enough, all of them are still alive. I noticed that magic was involved and a strong life force was keeping them conscious, effectively torturing them alive. To keep my mind from my sudden courses of actions, I went toward with one of the impaled soldier. I then looked at the boot only to pull them out, revealing the foot.
I positioned zl gevqrag gb uvf gbranvy nf V gura abgvprq uvz fdhvezrq. Fzvyvat, V gura fybjyl chfurq gur wnttrq oynqr va gur gbr nf gur fdhvezvat pbagvahrq. V jngpurq jvgu n fznyy fzvyr nf V fybjyl chfurq gur gbranvy hc jvgu vzcyrzragngvba bs rkpehpvngvat cnva naq ntbal. Had he still have his voice and face to look at, it would be a meal for me to enjoy.
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As I was enjoying myself however, I heard a rustling nearby. Due to my wariness because of the fight, I swiftly swing my trident behind me.
It was Arfoire and I accidentally beheaded her.
"Easy there, Madame," Arfoire said as she caught her head with her headless body after it went flying up in the air. Blood was spurting out of her headless neck, making a small fountain of blood. Arfoire placed it back to the original position and it connected back, all because a pile of maggots suddenly appeared out of Arfoire's neck and started using its sticky saliva to stick the flesh together and magically fixed it. The maggots then burrowed back in her flesh disappearing alongside the holes it made.
"So, where are you doing the whole ordeal?" I asked calmly.
Arfoire only smirked before she spun around and then said, "Ta da!" Before presenting me something.
It was the survivors, all in line, soldiers and civilians alike, who had survived from my scream of death from the looks of it. Their eyes gauged out revealing bloody black sockets from which blood poured out. There's a total of 50 survivors, 10 in each line.
"I heard you wanted to skin alive the little girl, Rom, was it?" Arfoire said as she put her hand on her chin. "But unfortunately the brat was gone before I noticed it, must be a virtual illusion."
"And so I quickly find people who are all still alive!" She continued. "These are all of them, no more in the city you can have fun of."
I looked at the quivering survivors who was all in terror from the lack of sight and fear of torture and death. Some were quiet, some were noisy like begging for mercy and praying.
I licked my lips as I quickly thought what I could do and wanted to do with them before getting distracted when Arfoire set up something.
It looks like... a camera? A big one, attached on the pole and was stabbed in the ground with its lens facing in this way.
"What are you doing?" I asked as I raised my eyebrow. I noticed her grinning this time as she faced me.
"We're going to broadcast what you're doing to the other nations, so they know what kind of horror you'll inflict upon them in the future." She said.
Sounds... good. And so I smirked.
The pitiful survivors heard this, and with visionless sight they feared the darkness before them with impending pain coming.
...
"Will it really happen? Will we really resort to this option? Again?" A fairy sitting upon a book asked calmly. She was holding what looked like a small device or a phone nearly the same of her head. She is Histoire, the Oracle of Planeptune.
Was once the Oracle of said nation, who had fallen decades ago.
She was now a Vice Oracle, serving the nation of Lastation under the rule of a powerful dictator, Noire.
And said dictator, is in the device, on the other side talking with Histoire.
"I'm sorry, Histoire," said by a rough voice of a woman on the other side. "I do not want this, but it's the best we could do. Otherwise the monster that 01001110 01100101 01110010 01101111 and Neptune gave birth to will be the one that will spell this world in disaster."
It was... a bitter choice. A choice not everyone was willing to accept easily. 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̸̷̧̢̛̞̺̯̼̳̟̣̝ͩ͌̓͜͡1̠̼͇̗͖͚̦ͪ̂̇͋̇̈́͢͡҉̶1̵̸̥͚̠̒̀͜͜6͕͖̥̞͕͎̰̟͐͞͏̡͢͏͘҉ ̸̦̱̪ͧ̅ͮ͑̂ͬ͛ͪ4̴͇͚̥̦͚̭̮̿̎͆͛͌́̍͘͘͜7̣͈͍͍̜̮̫̲̾ͩ͆ͫ́ ͓̖͉͉̜̀ͨ̕͢ͅ1̴̫̲̖͓͕͍̬̙͚̫̇2̧͎̭̭͎̖̦̣͕̱̦̇͒̊̌ͦͣͣ͑͏̴4͕̗̪͖̦̞̹̜͎̓̆͆͆͆̔͟͏͠͏̸̨͘͝͡ ̰̎ͦ͑͂͊̆ͯͬͮ̌4͍̮̎̈̉͆0̶̸̢ ̷͔̰̫̟̻͈̮ͨ͊̇ͩ̑̅̅͒͒҉̴̶̶̡̨́̕1̙͓҉̵̕͟2̰̱̭͓̮̰̩̃ͯͣ̐̾̋̚͢͠7̴̧̨̛̝͎̰̝͈͔͙̈́͟͡ ̦̗̤̘̦̰̈́́͏̢̢͝1̤̣̩̈́0̵̷̶̧̧͈̤̖͍̬̬̮̖̝̜̌̽̀͒̀͟͡1̸̶̲̻̬͆̂͋͑͑̍͛̓̾̚̕͜͟͜͟ ̵̴̡̧̃ͮ͐̀͜͜͠1̷̳̘͉̖͐ͨ̈͒ͨ͐͜҉̶͝҉̢̨͢͜1̨̰̝̭͖̤̲̙̀͛ͨ̏͂ͨͅ҉̴̸̷̵͘͞6̶̢̛̱̬̞̱̭̗̮̾ͧ͐̂͑ͣ ̸̧̢̛̹͚̬̰̮̐͑͗̾ͪ̈̋ͣͪ̑̀̕͜͟͡͡ͅͅ1̭͇̝̮̞̮͏͢͠͡͠2̡̳̻̄̿͛́̍ͯ͂4̨̨̛͙̜̻̠͈̗̰͙͉̖ͮͦ͐ͧͣ͂ͨ̈ͩ̈̕͢͠ ̡͙̥̝̞̟͔ͩ͢͝͝ͅ4̛̱̪͇͔͔ͫͥ̏͂͒ͤͫ̿̃͠͝0̴͍͔͈̬̹̖͗̑̚ͅ ̴̤̑ͫͯ̂́̚͜͢͜͠1̴̢̬̤̹̙͆̀͑̇͋̔̈͘͞͡͡2̢̨̤̱̩͇̞͇̥͉͖͍̂͂̓́ͮ͢4̹͖̜̙̰͍̟̍͗̎̃ͦͧ͛ͫ͢ ̡҉̡̨̨̛́͟1̸̨̟̠̯͚͙̟̝̫̱̀́́́̕1̵̜̱͚̭̹̣͍̣̥́̎ͨ͟͡7̟͓̤̟̭ ̛͖͙̦̠̝̅͂͑ͭͩ̀ͅ4̪̘͕͗̾̌̊̽0̷͇̹͈̗̞͓͍̗̗̼ͦͮ͌͐͋̑̾ͤ̚͏̴̵̷ ̷̧̛̛̝͚͖͓̞͖͎̣̥͋̊̎͋͌͗̋̊ͦͬ̕͜͢͞ͅ1̸̢̧͚̙͕̫̊ͤ̌͌ͥ̓̿̀̀́̚͡0̨̧̧̛ͯ͛͆̀͢͠4̟̣͔̫͙̼͋̈̈́ͥ̊̃͂̍̿͊҉͘ ̸̴̷̨̧͉̭̥͈̤̳̎́ͨ͆͘͟͢ͅ1̴̛͉̤̦̬̣͔͙͒͑̾͌͗̿͆ͣ̀̕͞͞͝҉͜͠1̸̶̶̷̴̴̛̛̘͖̝̳̟͜1̵̷͉̞͈̬̲̱͕͉̮̥̊͐͂ͦ̋̄ͩ̾̎̀͠ ̴̸̧̛̹̖͍̳̋͂̀͟͜͜͠1̨̟̳̝̯̜̟͆̍̌̄́ͥ̑̄͑̓͠҉̴̨̕͝͞͡0͈̖̹͉͎ͯ̈ͤ͌͋̄̍҉͏̡5̢̛̏̑̌͋̓͡ ̷̢̬̼̦̤͍̹̥̳̭͊́ͤ̈͛̑́̕͘͢͠͠͝͝4̗̖͍̜̼̙̖̂̌͛̑ͫ͂̽̃̓̋͏0̵̨̛̱̜̟̟͍̯̺̰͕̉̿̈͐̔͑͗͜͜ ̴͓̤̬͙̬̗̥̯̽̄̎̓̾ͧ̍̚͢͞1͍̣̹͖̻ͮ͂̆ͥ̆̇͐̓͊ͣ2̴̬͕̰ͫ̎̑́͢͡͠0̸̶̢̜͎͖̤̰̃ͣ͑́ ̶͙͔̰̫͍̜̻̼̙ͧ̃̅̇ͧ̀̽͌ͮͅ1̶̷1̵̵̨̡̧͔̪̜̠̤͍̘̾͑͌͂ͦ̓̽ͦ̈̚͝͡ͅ4̸̢̡͈̼̥̻ͮͮͥͬ͗ͩͩ̀͘͜ ͉̬̓ͯͧͨ̊̾͛͝ͅ͏̛́1̷̴̨̛̣̗̳̣͕̾̇͆͌͞͠͞ͅ0̸̵̷̧̡̧͈̯̅ͣ̏͋̂̍͌͘͢͜5̡̯͎͓̩̙͈͈͕̠̹̈̋̌̇͒ͧ̈́͛̂͢͝͠ ̴̡̡̳͕̱̣͂ͣ͒͂̊̐ͪ͘͢͠͠ͅ҉1̴̤̊̈ͦ͗̆̄̉̕͜͟͝͠͏̸̵0̢̛̻͎̱̬̭̳̹̉̐͒̇̈́̉͢͝ͅ1̷̶̲̑ͭͤ̄ͬͫ̒ͤ́̓͞҉͠ ̵̷̛̛͙̥͚̯҉̵̧͟1̙̈͒ͫ̽ͧ̀̍̌̇ͩ҉̵̛́҉2̧̡͖̱͚̳̹̫̱̱̬͛͒̑̐̾͒̈̕͘͢͜͡͠3̜͎͉̦͚̣̖̰̯̭ͨ͐̓͑̿͑͏ ̺̯̲͙̥͙̳ͯ́̍̂͌͗͆ͪ̓̀͟1̸̴̡̘͓͠͞͏0̛ͨͮ̈̍͆̑͑̂̑̓͢͡5̴̡͍̩̺͖͕̽͊̓ͣ̈ͩ͆̈ͤ̾̀̀́͢ ̞̬̜̳̱͚̳͍̺͖̏̍̐̿ͬͭ͏͘4̸̶̷̧̣̞̙͉̫͈͇̪̠̔̏͆̓͘̕͜͝0̛ͩ̐̈́͋̿ͮ͊̌҉̛̛͘͟͏ ̸̸̨̯̞̗̽ͦ͢1̢̭͎̠̗͓ͧ͐̂ͪ̀ͯ͗0̢̢̣̖̗͈ͥ̾ͫ͊̿̑̾̾ͩ̄ͅ2̸̸̷̟̼̜͎͔̻̭̠̣̇̎̾̃́͜͡ ͚̣͔̮̗̬̳1̲̙̖͇͎̜͈̪̿̈́͟͢͝3̬̟ͭ́̔̏͐̂̃ͯ1̶̗̮͈̼ͤ̅ͤ̓͒͐͌͆̓́͡͝͝ ̴̸̡̨̡̛̯̦̮̘̊͋̽̊̇͆̈̀̀́͟͝4̛̳̘̬͔̗̥̯ͅ0͉̹͙͔͇̯ͨ͋̽̿̄̑ͬ̅̀͟ ̴̶̷̡̢͕͈̠͍͚̲̤̀͟͡͡1̢̢̢̥͍̰̀͠͞0̦͊̐́ͣͧͤ͗͟͜͞7̨̗͖̫̝͚͛ͨͤͅ҉̵̴̸̛͠҉ ̛͙̥̩̇͂̍͆͛͠1̛̛̘̖̣͔ͫͭ̒̓ͦ́̚҉̵̴͘͢͝1̷͉͍̽ͦ͊̿̃̈́ͦ̀̚͏̡̡͟7̵̢̝͙͕̱̯̖̠̼̪̤͊ͣ͛͑ͦ̈́̆͘͢͞ ̷̸͍͔̥̯̐ͯ͟͢͡͠͡͞1̳̪̺̐͐̀͆ͣ̐ͮ0͚͎̯͕̮̬͈̹̕͠4̶̴͍̙̙̠͇͚̼̞́̀̕̕͟͞ ̶̺͈̱͌̉ͥͣ̐̽͠1̶̸̶̶̯̼̣ͭͩ͛͆͒͞͞͝͡͠0̶̷̶̳̖̭͙̦̯ͭ̓̓ͨ͌͘̕͝4̝̜̥ͧ̄͌̇͠͏͡ ̛̤͚̝͙̍ͤ͐ͬ̉͑̃̕͢͠͏̸1̧ͫ̿̿͌҉0̍̉ͦ̑̃ͬ̎͟5̧̜̮̝͚͚̯͉͓͎ͬ͂̀̏ͥ̏̚͝҉̢̢̕͟͟͡ ̧̦̼̗̤̟͒͌̎͆ͮ́̚̕͢͠1̢̹̮͓ͧ̑̒ͣ͘͘2̢̤̹̹̜̗̘̥͕̣͕͆͗̈́̕͢͜͡͠͠3̰͎̼̼ͬ͆̔ͬ͏ ̡̨͖̺̀̀̀͢͏1̡̢̻̣̙̦̌̿ͨ̇͛ͧ̑́́͢͞͠ͅͅ2̵̴̸̵̢̙̱ͪ̏ͤͪ́̽͘͘͢͞3ͬ͛̂͋̐̄̅̈҉̴̡̀͜͠ ̵̠̗̩͉͔̳̯̺͔̗ͭ̑̈̒͋͑ͤ̾̿4͇̟̉̎͐0̲̘̮̦̺͇̉ͅ ̭̝̦̟̠̔̒͊̉̅͆ͩͮ̅͢1̨̣̬̼͙̲͎̗͚̲ͤ̄̒̈ͣ̓͒͌ͣ́͜͡1͙̪̟̹͂͌̅̐͑ͦ̈ͤ͆͏҉̡6̛͓͓̄͛͝҉̛͝҉͠҉͢͏ ̧̥̱̳̲̹ͧ̌͆ͯ̒ͮ͜ͅ1̸̸̨̨̡͕̠͓͚͔̹̥̲̱͔ͥͣ͐ͫ͢͢͏̷͞0̝̠̰͕͍̲̟͊̎ͣ̈́̀͐̓̏͗1̧̡̮̭̼̳̤͒ͬͫ̆̌̔ͦͅ҉̀͞ ̤͍̺͖̟̞̮̼͔͉ͥ̃̍͌ͪͤ͘͜͠͏̵̷͝1̷̶̙̼̊̓͑͒̓ͧ͆ͮ̀͟͝1̸̶̶̢̣͖͔͛͝5͈͉͈ͯͭ͌ͬ̊ͫ̓̀ͪ̑ͅ ͈̹̖͎̠̩̗̻͖ͫͅ1̵̫̲͚͍̮̰͉̖ͦ̂̂ͨ̿͘ͅ0̷̸̴̢̢̱̓͂̊̀͘̕͜͞ͅ5̱̼͓҉̡ ̨̘̻͙̤̱̫͈̗̈͌̎ͬ̄̿̐͜͟͢ͅ4̹̮͖̭̻̥̌ͣ̊͆͐̇ͨͮͅ0̢͕͓͎̥̻̗̯̳̭͐ͤ͘͡͠҉ ̸̴̶̯̫͈̿̍͒̿͒̑ͤͤ̉̕͟͢͡͝͞1̷̤̥̰̭̜̞͉̼͊ͮ́́2͓͙̜̲͈̫̍̽̔̓̏́́̀͘͢͝҉3̸̶̶̵͇̥͓̤̺̬̮̩͜͞ ̵̧̠̭̏̌̋ͦ͡͠͏̴̸́͟͢1̝̺͚̜͓͇̜̽͏̧1̟͓̟̻̟͕̰̞̲̕͢7̟̲̬͔̂̀ͮ҉ ̵̳͔̫̳͜1̵̭͕̣̘̲̅̐ͦ̆̎̓͋̀͛́1̺̹̣̰ͥͭ͊̏̕͠ͅ҉̴͘͟͝5̴̢̢̧̛̣͇̏͘͘ ̴̢̃ͩ͊̈́́1̸̴̶̶̥̥̣͙͊͐̑ͬͤͮ́̕̕͢͡0̺̥͔͓̌̉̔͜͜͏̷̢͜͏5̸̢̨̨̡͓̥̼̲̱͙͋́̕͢͡ ̞͎̫͚̪̲̜̯͌̾ͪͪ̕̕͠͠҉̵̴̕͢͡1̣͓̥͓̺̖̹̱͉͕̕̕͢͝0̴̸̨̨͚̒ͩ̉͌̆̈̉͜͜͡͡2̥̳̺͓͍͙͗̆̃̈́͌̕҉̵̴̛͟͡͏͘͜ ̶̢͙͓̮̖̲̳̱͌͐̽̈́̕͘ͅ҉1̴̵̵̵̧͖̏͗̇͘͢1̷̷̵̡̨͉͍͘͘͝͡7̜͍̗̥̮̤̏ͬ̒̇ ̷̸̡̰̤̫͉̣͙ͫ͑̇̀͊ͧͩ̕̕͢͝1̻̬̯͉̥ͣ͒̇̅͏̨̡̡̢̀̕͘͜͠0̷̡̺̙̜͉͔̞̙͕̤̘ͦ͒̊͗̌͌̅̾͋́̀4̴̢̨̟̘͉̰̾̂̑ͪ͑̀̀͟͡ͅ ̡̛̫͙̝̣͒̆̐͟1̷͙͔̩͍̠̝͍͓͗ͭͨ̔̂̍̌͛ͤ͝͏҉̶͘͢3̛͢͏̵̢̧̛͞1̻͙̲̙̖͝ ̸̡̧̡͎̠͑̅͊ͩͯ̔̋̊̎̍́͘͝͝҉̕4̱̪̟̠̮͜0̸̗̱̞ͥ͏҉̵̸̵̧́͜͜ ̸̷̷̴̘̆ͧ͊̆̈̃̈́̽̀̚͢͝1̴̠̮͕̹̘̊̐ͪ̅͊̾̂͛̀͢2̖͍̠̩̜͇̺̜̹̔͒3̢̨̛̛̝̲̻͔̦̰̟͉̞̋͛ͤ̋̓̔͋ͯ̏̂̕͘͢ ̰̲̊̒ͦ̄ͬ̿̿̂̃͝͝͠1̧̫ͭ͐̍̒̕͟͠͏0̉͆ͫ̑1̡̛̤̱̟̮҉͏̸ ̸̫͕̖̪͙̟̩̹̗̆̔̋͑̉̑͛̃̄̽̕҉̷̕͟͟͡1̧̹̹̣̥̼͖͋̎ͬ̒͘͟2̨̡̗͕͉͌̃͛ͫͤ̈́̃̋̆́̀͡͝͞͡6̸̵̷̡̛̭̳̙̯ͨ̉ͨ̃̉̆̾͟͢͞͞͝ ̵̛̻̤̫̗̠͖̺̰̞͋ͯ̏̄1̵̵̸̷̠̝͛̋́͢͟͟͝0̿̋͝͡5̴̶̸̨̨̡͚̰͇̯͇̹͖̖̰̳̄͋̃ͣͤ̅͑́͜͝ ̡͔̟̣̘̹̈͌́̍ͬ͒ͧͦ̑̾́͟͜͠͝4͔͚͈̭̻̮̩͜͞ͅ҉̷̸̨̡̛҉0̪̝̺̩̙̭̪̩͋ͮ̏͊ͬ̕͏̶̛͏̨ ̸̷̷̵̵̡̻̜̘̪͕̳̭̬̤̗̇̓̏̓͊̉ͭ́̕͜͢1̖̬̼̹͔͔̊̌͋̌͐̚͟͠҉̷̶̨͞1̧̞̰̯̝͂͌͘͞͠5̢̑ͦ̐̓̓ͨ̓͘ ̹͉̈́ͪ̔ͤͣ҉̕͢1̬̘̳̮̹͈̟͑̈ͭͫ͋ͬ͟͏̷͠0͙̭͉͉̯̟̟ͦ͊̔̀ͫ̉͏̴́̕̕͡5̨͚̥̩̣̠͕ͪ̐҉ ̒ͯͥ̎ͥ̍̓ͫ́͗4̡̛̦̥̣͕̜͕̝̤̗̦̆̎ͩ͏͠҉̷̧͟1͎̃̍ͫ́̚̕͞҉͏͟ ̗͙̤̗̠ͮͨ̐̄ͨ͏͝4̧̨̼̻̭̺̘̫̺̰͂̆ͣ0͖͔̌̓̈̈́҉̴̴̶̨̀͠͠͝͞ ̸̷̵̢̧̛̋ͩ́͞1̵̶̸̨͙͎̬̞͆ͮ̀̀͘͢͟͡1͈̮͉̋ͫ̂ͭ̿̀̇͌ͪ̓1̨͕̭̪̃͑̀ͧ̀̃̌ͦ ̵̱̥̙͗̂̇͘͟͡4̡͚̱͉̩̖̄̆ͩ̾͒̾̎͌͏̵̶̛̀́͘͡0̛͉́ ̵̷͛͟͞҉1ͯͥͥ͑ͤͦ͌̉̚҉̡̧̀͜͢͝͝0̷̠̐́̕͟҉̴̴̧̡̛͞2̪̦͔͇̹̳͖͚̞҉́͜͝͏̵̨ ̤̹̪̻̙̅͋̎̾ͣ1̶̷̯̱̮̠̗͈̯͙̐ͩͤ̒̑̃ͩ͏̴̨҉͟͞0̲͙̰̞͢͝ͅ5̸̧̧̧̡͔̻͖̜̳̙̾̿ͪ̂͊̒̉̿̍ ̷̹͒̾͊ͩ̎̇1̵̻̠̮̝̞̼̺̉̌̀ͤ͗̍́ͭ̀͢͟͠͡͞0̸̖̗͇̞͙͕͔ͣ̔ͣ̀͢͞͠͡͏̸͝7̨̛̺͚͙̐̀̕͘͟͝͏ ̫̪̻̠̤̱̓̎͛4̵̧̧̛̜͚̖͎̥̍ͥ̎͗̆̒̀̋͘͡͞0̩͙͕̗̮ͣ͋͊̍ ̴̧̹̋͂̓ͦ̎ͤ͒̒ͯ1̨̗̼̓̏̓̓͗҉1̟̦̙͔͉͎̍̏͒͊͏̷͏̴̕͠7̴̠̖͍̬̘͓͎͖҉̧̢ ̜̝̖̼̃ͯ̐̏͐̆҉̸̷̴̢́̕̕҉1̸̵̸̛̛͕̝̫͓̮͕̆̀́͠͡0̷̹̦̞̿͘6̐̿͘͞͏͜͠҉̢́͞ ̜̮̫͇͙̮ͪ҉̶̨̛̛͜4̣̠̝ͭ̐̀̎0̵̢̧̡̛͈̪͔̜͈̟̭͒̒̇̍̊̓͟͞͡҉ ̸̸̨̘̠͆̐́̀͟͠͡1̶͕̩̼͍͉̜̭̗̑͗̇̔́͠3̶̷̸̹̗͓͖͍̍̀̀͟͟͞1̶̴̢̢͎̹̤̰̰͓͚̼͋̾ͧ̔ͯ͢͏̨̡͝͝ ̷̡̢̰̤͔̩͙͚̩̎͂ͬ̈́͑ͥ̇͊ͨ1̵̛͚̪̪͙̦͈̝͈̬̿̇̌̊͛̕1͖̰̺̹̹͈ͪͫ͂̄̚҉̷͘̕͠7̷̛͍͇̜̼̭̜̳̼͛ͫͯͧͤ̇ͤ̽̓͜͟͝͝͞ ̗̱͇͕͕̱͕͈̹ͧ͢͏̸̷̷̵̨͟͞1̵̴̷̢̛̃̀͘͟͞2̴̷̡̧̤̻͇̬͙̯̞͖̳̆̾͑́͘͟͞͠͞5̸̵̴̵̡̖̘̟̟̥̙ͧ́̃́͘͡ ̡̥͓͈̫̈ͯͮ̆̏ͪ̓̌҉̶̧̢̀͢͟͢͜4͈͖͐̃͒0̵̶̧̢̛̩̬ͩ̾̃ͭ̒ͧͪ̂ͭ̍́͘͢͞ ̳̈̿̿͛̅̒̈́̌͜1̷̴̨̛̮̬͎̳͔̎̀͘͟͢͠0̪̮͇̘̘͈̦̰̻͊͒͒̿̏̄ͯͩ1͚̦̭̤̮̲̫͌͗̑̉̂ ̻̲̤̲͕͇̯̗̯͇̒͂̀1̨̝̝͍̼̻̄͏̵́͡͝1̷̶̢̡̧̛̜̠̩̳̜̯̱̺͛̾̄ͥ̈́͋ͨͪͤ̚̕͝͏6̸̢̢̛̹̗̮͓̲̱̲̠̰͍͂ͬͪ̓ͥͤ̀͘͘͝͏ ̴͖̩̭̦̟̱͗͘ͅ1̧̤̖̻̤͖͔͖͙̕͢ͅ3̴͖̖̈́͊̈́ͯͭ͂͊́͟1̶̶̵̷̛̰͙͔̅ͬ͞ ̵͓̙͕̘̬̼͍̲̼ͭͥͦͮ̀́1̵̢͗ͪ̈́͛̉ͥ̊̓́͠0̖̼̱͙̬̺̣̻͔̆͒̈̍2̸͇͓͎̌͆ͭ́̇̚͠͏̛ ̵̶̧̡̧̲̖̕͘̕͠1̨̡͌̽1̴̧͓̭̯̦͙͍̫ͯ̇͌̿҉̶̶͠͞7̶̬̒͋̇ͫ̉ͬ̌̚ ̵̶̫̗̙̰̩͚̦̓́͠͡͝1̱̤̯̃̃̍͛̒͑̔̌̃ͫ̀͢͏̢0̨̢̠͈̤̣̻͇̙͖͍̬́̓̀̑ͮ̌́ͮ́͡4͖͇̖̦̘̹̠̯̺̂̃͘ ̩̮͇͉̹ͥ̊ͭ̍ͣͦ̌́ͅ1̷̴̛̩͍̩̺̗̦̰̊ͨ͑̀ͨ͌̈́ͮ̍͞҉̧̢́3̝͎͔̘̫̂̉ͪ͛̒̾҉̶̶̨́͝1̵̸̛̛̪̤̦͒́́͘͞ͅ ͙̦͇̰͎͙͒ͧ͗͗͐ͪ͋̐ͅ4̶̴̷̛̺̠̖͉͉͐͗̄͗͐ͪ̿͛̊͂0̶̝͈͚͈͍̝̃̍̔̈͑͊ͥ̅ͤͅ҉̵͞ ̷̷̥̙͔͚̙̻̝̦̩ͬͥ͟͜1̝̈͋̃ͭ͆̂͋̍҉̸̧͢͜͡͝1̴̵̨̀͂ͣ̃̉̇̍̚͟͟͝͏̧7̷̴̧̰͇̖̕͟͞͡ 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̶̯͎̝̄̕͘͘1̨̖̪̪̙̮̳̋̒͐̏͛͆ͪ̅̓̕͞҉͞͝0̲̙̯̟̰̗̮̱̤̆͋̇́͟҉5͉̟̉̊͑̉ͥ̽́͞͠͠͏͠҉̴͞ ̴̸̧́ͩ̉̓͋̓ͬ̓̃̀̕͏1̴̴̧̦̰̳̰̘͍̯͈͉̹͆̕̕͜0̧̟̥̜̼̝̹̻̎ͧ̑̄̐ͯͩ͒5̧̨͕ͪͫ̊́̿̄͌́̕͘͏̛͘͟͠ ̙̣̞̼̾ͧ̐͏1̩͉͉̉̎̾ͅ2̡͗ͧ̈ͯͬͬ̅͌̉͘҉2̜̥̜̯͖̫̯̰̻ͬ ̸̥́̎̓̆ͤ͟1̫͔͚͉̱̫̝̳̘̏ͧͧ̅̓ͪ̚0̵̵̴̵̻̲̙͂ͪ͋̍͊̏́͟5̛̯͓̐͘͞͡ͅ҉́͘ ̴̨̮̘͔͆͗̒͐1̴̷̵̢̨̛̱̲̼͔͎͖̆̏́͠0̸̴̢̛̰͓͇̖̗̄̌́͜5̘̻҉̸ ͇͈̜̲̘̰̫͔̘ͦ͏͘͏̢̡͘1̸̨̡͙̳̹͔̗̦̑ͪ̆͡1̶̸̠̞̄ͫ̽ͬ́ͬͪ̈́̏͟͏҉́͘4̌͌͠͏̧ ͍̖̭̪̦ͪ͊͒ͬ̆̓̂ͨ̇1̸̡̞͈͉̀͢͡͞2̯͇̜̭͓̯͜0̷̵̸̷͔͉̪͔͔̞̥͈͛͆͏̵̵ ̶̨̛̰̖͓̥͈̥̟̂͗ͯͮͨͬ̐̏͑͋́̕͞҉4̵̴̸̢̛͔̖͍͐̄́̉̋ͫ̋ͮ̕͡1̷̛̻͇̹̩̗̍̆͏͏̢̡͢
Histoire closed her eyes as dark memories flooded her mind. She put her hand over her eyes, and with salted tears rolling down her left eye. She silently nodded before replying. "Understood. Signing, L45T, codenamed, 'Goodbye'."
It was a pause before the other receiver on the other line replied back. "Roger that. Signing out."
Then the call was cut. It was a few seconds before Histoire removed her hand from her face and dropped it down as well as the phone she was holding. With a dead sigh, she simply looked slightly up at the window. Light barely reflected from her already dull eyes, with her right however blind and completely white. The cloudy, rainy sky that was Lastation was looking ominous and unwelcoming unlike the previous years.
She slowly hovered towards the window like she always do whenever a heavy contemplation strike her. She stopped in front.
Only to then hear a scream outside.
With curiosity, she flew off the book and outside of the building, which is the famous Basilicom of Black. She watched as a people from the streets below suddenly stopped and started running while screaming. She was confused and then suddenly she saw a big screen from the right end from the tall building.
With eyes wide of horror, she, alongside from people, watched with their eyes shrunk in terror of what was playing before them.
"It hurts! Stop! Please! It hurts! It hurts! Mother, mother! Mother! Help, somebody save me! It hurts!"
What was playing was a little girl trying to chop off a woman's head from the neck. She was doing it very slowly and the screams are echoing from their. The child had this wicked grin on her face as she toyed with the execution of her victim. The face of the woman is full of cuts and wounds with some skin flayed and eyeless sockets in front and that the beheading was happening in full view with a hand holding the head firm on its place.
Panick ensued the streets of Lastation as the citizen watched in horror as their visual appliances and devices was suddenly interrupted by a disturbing video of immense cruelty.
The scream was so blood curling to the viewers that some people fainted, others ran, others are tranced by morbid curiosity.
The woman in the victim was crying for help but it slowly turned into a blood curling cry as blood spurted everywhere, even on the screen and the little girl continued its very, very painful beheading.
Histoire watched this with eyes filled with fear and perplexity.
She cannot believe what she was watching...
What a monster. What a terrifying play before them.
Before the beheading could even end the woman in the view gave one last and loudest scream, however, suddenly, the entire city of Lastation fell in darkness as light and electricity was cut off, aside from flashlights coming from the phones and dull, cloudy sky, it was total darkness. It took a few seconds before everyone started screaming for help for the people who fainted and crying filled the streets as everything turned chaos.
As if by divine being descended from the heaven, a bright figure appeared over the city, despite the chaos and terror, most gave in in momentary silence while some are still crying in terror.
"People of Lastation!" The figure boomed. "It is I, your goddess, the CPU Black Heart! I would like to say to everyone to stay indoors and wait until everything was fixed. I am very sorry you have to see such horrifying incident played before your very eyes."
She the continued. "But fear not! Me and my subordinates will help you! So be strong, and be brave in the face of evil and you shall succeed in saving yourself from this nightmare."
As the light from the figure intensified, lights suddenly returned in the city, only however from lampshades and other city lights. But visual appliances like TV or advertisements are still off.
"For the mean time, I wanted everyone to stay inside and be safe. From now, things will be rough. Use anything you can to distract yourself." The figure said before slowly dissipating and exploding in bright symbol of Lastation. The streets, and eventually the whole city, started moving once again. Save for a few scarred and traumatized victims, everyone safely made their way back to home.
Histoire, still in the balcony, as she slowly pulled the window's door closed. Her face devoid of light after doing so.
"Histoire!" A person entered the room as said person slammed the door opened. It was Kei Jinguji, the Oracle of Lastation.
"Histoire." The tomboyish-looking oracle called out again. She can immediately discern what was going to her fellow former oracle. "Get yourself together. I know what you've watched is unbearable but you must get yourself together, fast."
Kei stopped in front of Histoire as she lightly nudged the stunned fairy who immediately flew towards her and started crying on her chest.
The Oracle of Lastation was caught off guard but she calmed herself down as she hugged back the fairy oracle.
Histoire was a powerful being, but despite that she wasn't the person who was used in these events that could put her permanently broken. She already experienced it before, seeing it again face first was a dark thing to behold and remembered.
Kei glanced at the small cracks in the window. She could see nothing but darkness.
She is a cutthroat in business affairs, she could tell which part could earn her the most profit. However in this incident, she couldn't if the nation could earn something from this.
And the future was looking so bleak and grim than before.
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