Hinamizawa Hell

"Revealing Demons" Arc: 2

Ch. 12: The Revealing Demon

"A demon born ages ago…"

Komoto muttered these words upon witnessing something that was impossible. What he saw was beyond explanation; beyond all truths that he had known in this lifetime. The whole spectacle was what could only be said to be a nightmare; a demon literally separating itself from Mion's soul and, now, standing in front of them. This dark dungeon had to have been some part of hell; the twisted torture devices and cold, deadly tools all the inner workings of this demon's realm. How was it even possible that this Oni standing before them was real? Was it a trick of the light on everyone's eyes? Or was it some outlandish dream that they all experienced while sleeping that night? No…this wasn't a dream…it was an underworld nightmare of epical proportions.

The Oni of Mion's soul waved the white, creature-like mask off and casted it to the ground; shattering it in a million pieces almost. She laughed while gazing upon her newfound audience, enjoying their faces in pure ecstasy. As the Oni walked around them now, encircling them as if she were a hunter and they the prey, she began taking in her surroundings and inspecting the torture devices. The Oni marveled at her work, enjoying the cold steel to her touch. It was almost as if the Oni was experiencing the world through her demonic eyes for the first time.

As the Oni did this, the others remained where they were; stone-like from fear of having seen such a thing. The aura of the Oni choked the atmosphere in the dungeon; the tension thick with chaos and despair. Even looking at the thing was too much for them, as its very form resembled that of their friend Mion. After time passed, what seemed like hours but was mere minutes of dead silence, the Oni turned again to Keiichi and the others; taking delight in every moment of fear they felt.

"Heh heh heh…Kei-chan, what's wrong? Are you scared of the one you love? Or are you just happy to see me?" The Oni laughed again, her fangs more apparent to the others now as she extended her mouth open. This demon resembled the complete image of the one that killed Keiichi so long ago; the blood still fresh over her head and clothing. Keiichi, however, narrowed his eyes at the wretched thing before them; his hold still caring and gentle on Mion.

"You…damn thing! You're responsible for all of this!" he yelled with utmost hatred at the demon. She just smiled in a devilish-like fashion, licking her lips again.

"You hate me that much, Kei-chan? Oh, I love the feeling…such negativity…" The demon chuckled again, raising a finger to her lips. The Oni traced her curled lips, feeling its sensations to cause a little pleasure. Having a body, it thought, was a new world to her.

"Keiichi…get back! Now!" Komoto moved forward, a look of defiance burning intensely in his eyes. Keiichi looked up to him then back to the Oni, nodding in response and moving behind Komoto with Mion. Rika took his side as well, now doing her part to protect her friends from something so evil.

"Ah, the astounding Komoto Hagara. My, if only your beloved Mizu-chan was here, I could really cause you terror. Just looking at you now makes me want to skin you alive…" This thought enraged Komoto to no end; however, he closed his eyes and just smiled. On the outside, Komoto looked as strong as ever, but on the inside his heart nearly went over the edge; the adrenaline rush aiding and at the same time putting him at a disadvantage. He knew his heart wasn't strong after all the Adrenaline Stimulant injections, but if he was going to control himself he had to use a suppressant. Luckily, he always carried one on him; now injecting it slowly into his neck for the time being. Though this slowed his senses for a good while, it calmed him to the point of maintaining his focus in this matter.

"So, you're the infamous demon that the Dark Spector had foreseen? I remember you intently actually, now that I think about it. You were spawned from the depths of the well, the collection of Mion's unstable emotions and fears after every life. Oh yes…it makes complete sense to me now…" Komoto smiled, standing between the Oni and his friends. His only fear, now, was how this would all end. He questioned himself mentally about this creature; what he could do to protect the others and what he could do to rid Mion of this curse. Komoto knew all too well that he alone could not banish this demon back to hell, yet, this would require either a much needed miracle or some form of religious aid. Both, though, were far from him even now.

The Oni looked curiously at him; its eyebrows twitching from these remarks. She merely returned another twisted smile, finding no worry of this knowledge.

"Judging by your expression, I believe you are feeling a bit unwell? Maybe I can carve your heart out and take a look? It seems…rather weak to me …A heh heh AH HA HA HA!" This time, the demon took Komoto back in complete fear, his weakness now foreseen by this monster. His eyes went wide in panic as this demon cackled in such an unusual and demonic voice unlike any Komoto could comprehend. The twisted and contorted tones of the Oni now reverberated in the dungeon, the darkness seeming to gain more and more on the others.

Much to the disappointment of the Oni, the others soon bit their lips and stood up, now defying the demon as well. Rena recovered her beloved cleaver; hell bent on severing the Oni's limbs in ways never thought. Shion and Satoshi stood in front of Satoko and Hanyuu, intending to protect them from this vile being. Meanwhile, Keiichi stood in the way backside, watching as the others bravely took on this demon. He felt powerless to help, given that Mion was unconscious. Keiichi, though, was determined beyond belief to protect the one he loved, and for that, would make sure this demon would never touch Mion.

As the others defied the Oni one by one, they stood side by side; ready to fight if necessary against this creature. However, the main showdown wouldn't begin until they determined what exactly was going on. It was confusing, to say the least, that this demon was even materialized before them. However, as much as it was everything was a reality; this demon was there to unleash some unspeakable evil. An evil, they thought, that must be destroyed. The method to do so, though, was not known.

"Tell me, you wretched demon, what you exactly plan to do? Or should I guess that you're just going to try and kill us again?" Rika spoke to the Oni in the wisest of tones; her wisdom controlling her presence for the time being. She narrowed her eyes at the demon; her expression blank and emotionless. This was her darkest part; the part of Rika Furude that entailed her family's legacy as priests and shrine maidens for the village of Hinamizawa. Much so, it was a part of Rika's past long forgotten but recently embraced: her role as the head of the great Furude family. This action on her part, indeed, had stirred the demon in anger.

"Well, you have that part right. I do want to kill every one of you pathetic humans. I'll even kill Kei-chan for folly. Oh, just repeating the Cotton Drifting Ritual on his body will be more than delightful! But to answer your question, little brat, I intend to kill that girl…that weak, feebleminded and puny girl…Mion." The Oni now pointed her finger towards Mion while she was unconscious and unable to see exactly what was going on. The demon licked her lips; enjoying the taste of terror in the air. "…Once the girl dies, I'll take my rightful place as heir to the Sonozaki family and open the portal to hell. Only then, I'll reign in the chaos and despair of you humans. Oh, how lovely it will be to dance under the dark clouds and soak in the crimson blood of a never ending nightmare on this earth…" The demon smiled greatly at this thought, wrapping its arms around itself and dancing in a small area; its arms slowly moving out and swinging the Oni's body in a horrific motion. The others just looked on in disbelief; unable to understand how a demon found such pleasure in the pain and despair of others.

"That's no good! No good at all! We're not going to let you do that…" screamed Shion, defying the demon with utmost confidence.

"Oh, how could I forget you, dear sister? You once embraced the demon in your heart, though I find you a fool having casted it from your own soul. You could have furnished quite the counterpart for me, actually. My demon sister could have been with me right now, had you not killed her…" The demon showed, for once, pure hatred particularly towards Shion; sending her back against a nearby wall in shock. The Oni seemed to have hated the idea of losing her demonic sister, if there ever was one, to the twin sister of her former host. Shion, though, remembered all too well the demon in her heart that she killed long ago; killed through keeping her promise to protect Satoko thereafter. This didn't please the demon one bit.

"You're no sister of mine! My sister is with Kei-chan, in such a state because…of you…" Shion balled her fists up, wishing for the chance to strangle the wretched creature. The Oni laughed in response; finding no sport in the human.

"Heheheh! Why, you all think that you can really harm me? I'm a demon! Nothing will come close to scratching me, no matter what you use against me! A HA HA HA HA!" The Oni cackled again, bending over in shear pain from the laughter. However, Rika only shook her head and began smiling herself; chuckling at this display.

"You won't win, no matter what Demon! You are nothing but a bluff used by Fate against us. All of the cards on our side are present, and you are nothing but a pawn. You can't possibly expect to survive, can you?" Rika smiled darkly at the Oni, loving how she was able to turn the tables on something so evil. The Oni stopped laughing, her cackles lowered to murmurs now. She looked at Rika as an opponent; a player in this game of Fate.

"Demon, lets be clear! You're never going to lay a finger on Mi-chan as long as I live and breathe! Prepare yourself, I'll definitely get my fill of crippling you tonight!" Komoto grinned at the demon, now having recovered his pistol for the upcoming fight. His strategy played over in his head; leaving all possible outcomes at his disposal. If the demon was even going to kill him, he made sure that the others would still stand a chance. Now moving to the front, he looked at the demon with full force; his gaze stronger with courage than ever. She readied herself against him, though merely waved a hand at Komoto to start. It was as if she taunted him; wanting the prey to come into her kill zone.

"Keiichi…Rika-chan…everyone, listen up. I…don't want any of you getting involved…" spoke Komoto, not once looking back on the others. They protested his idea, urging him to allow them to fight.

"What! Komoto-senpai, we can help you! We'll protect Keiichi and Mi-chan as long as…"

"RIKA-CHAN! Now's not the time for arguing. If I die at the hands of this demon…then you may at least stand a chance against her. I'm not letting any of you get harmed by her as long as I'm here, so stay back and let me fight…I made a promise to protect you all, and I'm going to fulfill it! SO HERE GOES NOTHING!"

Their friend ran headfirst into the fray, the demon smiling as her opponent stepped up to the plate to take the first fall. She was hesitant at first; finding his courage distasteful even, but after a few seconds of thought managed to move forward as well, charging at him with inhuman-like speed. Komoto, given his senses were slower from the medicine before, couldn't match her agility. At the first clash of his fist into the false image of Mion, it vanished without a trace one second and, the next, reappearing behind him; the dark features increasing her ferocity in this fight. He turned around as quickly as possible, blocking one of her strikes as best he could. The force sent him back into the dirt; his boots digging into the soft earth below. If this demon was anything like Mion, it would retain her awesome martial arts skills with ease; a deadly combination for Komoto to go up against.

The others watched on in awe, finding Komoto successful in his defense tactics against the demon. They feared that, given his state of health, Komoto lacked in stamina to fight on; his movements slower with each passing minute. The demon, on the other hand, seemed incredibly powerful; each blow cracking the rock walls with every miss. If even one punch landed on Komoto, it could be over; his body mangled and broken from one foul strike.

Keiichi felt helpless for his friend; much like the others did as they watched the opponents fight. Komoto went head on into this battle alone, ensuring that the others could either stay safe or gauge the demon's power through his sacrifice. He seemed so confident to fight, yet, Komoto felt he couldn't win this time. The demon even seemed like it was toying with Komoto. Keiichi could only help but wonder what was going to become of all this. As he looked down to Mion, her chest slowly rising and falling from breathing, he gently placed her on the ground and gave her a quick, tight hug. Whispering into Mion's ear now, Keiichi tried to reassure her even if she couldn't hear.

"Mi-chan…I'm going to protect you! I promise no matter what. So stay here and rest now. You've gone through enough tonight, and if you got hurt Rena and the others would never let me hear the end of it. I've got to help Komoto…we all do. So please, stay here and be safe. I'll come back; I promise…my love…" Keiichi kissed Mion gently on the lips, taking his shirt and placing it under her head as a pillow thereafter. He got up and looked around for any weapon he could use. After searching around the piles of tools, torture equipment and boxes of items, something caught his attention out of the corner of his eye. After moving aside some old tools, he found a much suitable weapon for someone of his stature; a common shovel…

"Aren't you tired yet? You're heart won't be able to keep up with me at this rate…" The Oni threw another punch at Komoto, but this time managed to grab him and throw Komoto into the crowd of onlookers. As the others separated from his impacting body, they tried to rush forward to help, however; knew all too well that if they even interfered the demon would be set on them in no time.

His body hit one of the nearby devices; the dust flying all around as its pieces flew in different directions. She ran forward at him, dragging his body around while increasing her intensity in battle. Komoto didn't give up, not once letting the demon get the better of him. While grappling with her, he bashed her head with his fist a couple times, disorienting the demon for a few seconds. Again, though, the demon grabbed Komoto hard and threw his body into the table of surgical tools. He recovered quickly, brushing himself off while looking at the evil being.

"Shut up …you damn imp! I'll give up fighting you…long after I'm dead. Sound good?" Komoto yelled in defiance; his breathing heavier now. He stumbled a little as he moved forward again, stopping near the disheveled surgical table.

"Well…I can make that happen, just for you!" As the demon approached Komoto, he took the surgical table and threw it at her; the object being tossed to the side like a mere plaything. Her strength was unholy and impure; insanely strong for something looking like Mion. Komoto had very little strength left from being tossed around like a stuffed doll after what seemed like hours but only twenty minutes. He was bruised, bleeding more than before, and his impaled hand was now broken from deflecting a previous blow. Komoto's body was giving out; his muscles tired and exhausted from every impact. He used his only option left, now moving safely away from the others and leading the demon into his trap.

"Heheheh! Running away like a mouse now, are we? What a shame…" The Oni rushed after him, cutting off all exits from Komoto in the dungeon. He moved into a clearing, lining his range of the demon in perfect sight. The others crowded by the doorway, watching Komoto try to put a stop to the demon. However, their expectations wouldn't be met as much as they hoped.

With the Oni lined up in his sights, Komoto raised his pistol and slowly pulled on the trigger; taking an easy breathe in attempts to make his attack fly straight and true. Komoto's less dominant hand shook from how much his body now screamed in pain, his broken hand at his side and unable to perform its best. Spitting out some blood, he looked at the demon with utmost hatred; hoping that his next move would pay off.

"Oh, what? You think a bullet will really stop me? Go ahead, see what happens!" The demon laughed again, causing Komoto to doubt his potential now. His gun shook tremendously in his hand, the target alignment now shifting on and off from the demon. He fired his first round, the bullet ricocheting off a nearby wall in the dungeon. Repeating this motion, he failed to hit the demon with every passing round. It stood there with confidence in his lack of focus; finding amusement in Komoto's poor performance. His gun couldn't seem to stay still for one moment to allow his aim to focus. Unfortunately, he was running out of ammo, fast.

"Damnit! I…can't…" Komoto spit out some more blood again, the crimson liquid staining the earth. He bent down on one knee, feeling the intense pain in his back and stomach now.

*Great…I'm bleeding bad…and I shoot like a 4 year old…if only Mizu-chan was here to see this…* He kept his humor alive inside at the very least, smiling weakly at the demon. She gave him an odd face, watching Komoto rest on his knees now.

"Heh…pathetic!" The Oni walked closer to Komoto, intending to kill him this time. He looked up at her, smiling this time.

"Go back to hell!"

With a quick whip of the pistol into the air, Komoto pulled his trigger again at the now closer target. Everyone held their breath, even the demon surprisingly, as he tried to send one more round at the Oni.

*Click*

The pistol didn't fire; Komoto's attempts at killing the demon failing miserably. He gritted his teeth hard, finding his pistol worthless now. He lowered it to his side, watching the demon laugh insanely and rush at him. He couldn't do anything this time.

"Not even one hit! You really need to practice more, Hagara-san!"

The demon picked up Komoto again, and to the horror of the others raised one of the twisted surgical knives from before into the air; the Oni's concealment of the weapon never known. Her eyes went wide in amusement; sending the knife into Komoto's left shoulder. He never saw the weapon come; the speed of it all too much for him.

"ARGH! AAAAAAH!" Komoto's eyes closed tightly, his pain levels skyrocketing in his left shoulder. The demon jammed the knife hard into him, the blood now staining profusely across his shirt. The others screamed, fearing this was the end of Komoto. However, as the demon laughed and raised the knife again for a kill shot, she stopped at her peak and was amazed at his response.

"Kehehehe! A HA HA HA HA!" Komoto laughed crazily now, the demon confused from this act.

"What's so funny, you worthless human? Finding your end a little amusing?" The demon's eyes narrowed; unable to understand his insane laughter.

"…no…just…this…"

*BANG*

As time stopped, one could see Komoto's left hand pointing the gun directly into the demon's lower area. The demon instantly let go of Komoto and felt a resounding blow into her left side. The demon moved back in pain, her kimono now seeping a black substance from the wound. To his friend's surprise, they watched the Oni actually suffer a minor gun shot wound; her body huddled away from Komoto as she clutched her wounded side. The Oni breathed heavily, her eyes wide upon seeing her blood-stained fingers.

"How…can…this be? You…humans…can't…" The demon didn't grunt from the pain, but showed enough evidence that she could be hurt. Hope now filled the others as they watched the demon's false reality of immortality shatter the moment Komoto drew his target in and fired his last round. It was clear to Rika that it was his deception all along which allowed his plan to succeed. Komoto sacrificed his presence in this fight to deliver a crippling blow; the demon too ignorant to ever believe he faked his loss of ammo just to draw her in for one final shot. Keiichi knew this all too well also, finding the gun's slide open to prove that it was empty now rather than before.

"…I'm…never going to give up…so take that you damn demon…ugh…" Komoto watched as the demon picked up the knife again, his own body now crumpled to the floor in pain. He clutched his wound with his broken right hand, the room becoming fuzzy with each passing moment. He was done fighting, unable to continue.

"You got me…but this is only… a scratch! I told you before…bullets won't harm me! Now DIE!"

As the demon's arm rushed down towards Komoto's head, a powerful flash was seen between the knife and what appeared to be a mere shovel. The steel from both weapons sent out sparks everywhere; the sound of forced grinding metal echoing around the dungeon. As the demon's bloody face contorted at witnessing her new opponent, the others cheered. Now defying the demon, Keiichi Maebara stood between a slowly blacking-out Komoto and the Oni.

"KEI-CHAN!" the demon screamed; her eyes wide in fear and hatred. Keiichi smiled fiercely at his opponent, his grasp on the shovel controlled and calm.

"Surprise! There's no way I'd let you kill Komoto so easily, you damn creature. You'll have to go through me to do that!" Keiichi swung the shovel against the demon's knife, sending them both away on opposite ends. They stood facing each other; their weapons at their sides now.

As Keiichi positioned himself against the demon, he felt the hand of a friend on his shoulder. Rena took his right wing, making sure that he wouldn't be alone in this fight.

"Rena-chan, I got this. You should…"

"Keiichi-kun, I'm not letting you go alone! Mi-chan is my friend too, remember? I'm going to do my best to rid her of this thing!" Rena looked intensely at Keiichi, her eyes filled with valor with being at his side. She held strong to her cleaver, her grip shaking with excitement. This was her chance to finally let out all her pent up anger; simply on the cause of all this evil.

What surprised Keiichi next was a mass gathering of the rest of his friends behind him; now protecting both Mion and Komoto. Hanyuu moved both of their fallen friends to the side; Komoto blacked out with a smile on his face and Mion still unconscious. Shion made sure to have Hanyuu apply pressure onto Komoto's wounds, hopefully to stop the bleeding. However, she found Hanyuu's smile while doing this a bit unusual, as if she didn't have any concern over what seemed like life threatening injuries.

Rika took Keiichi's side, now wielding what seemed like an old, rusty ritual hoe taken from the pile of tools. Shion also rejoined her friends, carrying the taser and a knife given to her by Rika. Satoko, after scrounging around in the tool pile, found some rope and a small hammer; merging the two items into a makeshift weapon. For Satoshi, though, he held at his side a large, wooden 2x4; the closest thing he could find to a bat. With everyone assembled to fight, Keiichi felt like a general leading an army. In turn, this display of defiance only threatened the wounded Oni; her eyes wide and her fangs barred again.

"So…all of you want to die that much, huh? LET ME GRANT YOUR WISH THEN!" The Oni removed from her sleeve a large hammer; the same one used on Keiichi in a past life. This hammer was covered with blood; its rusty features apparent to the others from the iron-staining liquid. They took their stances against the evil demon, their weapons at the ready.

It seemed like all their cards were present against the last card of Fate, all of the Game Club members, except for Mion, ready to take on their opponent. The fire which burned in their hearts and minds was a deadly force against any enemy; the power of friendship too strong for the Oni to go against. However, this didn't stop the demon's attempts to kill them. No, she wanted them to suffer, to feel everything that encompassed her whole being over so many lives. She wanted them to die, plain and simple.

"That's unfortunate, because we don't intend to die! This is the Game Club, and when it comes to a battle we won't go easy! No, we'll give it our all to come out on top, and with the odds stacked against you, victory will surely be ours!" Keiichi, the magician of words, yet again provided moral for the others; his speech fueling the will to fight on. Rika chuckled at this, now aiming her hoe at the demon.

"And demon, I must say, the probability of you winning is a complete zero! You will die here tonight, whether you like it or not!" Rika smiled darkly at the demon, giving it a run for its own money. The Oni looked at them all, showing her weakness by stepping back a bit.

"Err…I will not be outdone by you little brats!" For once, the demon lost focus and rushed into her opponents; no longer caring about toying with them anymore. She was scared; the wound given to her very real and very painful.

As the demon charged into them, Keiichi did the same; his shovel meeting the force of the hammer. Sparks were again sent in many directions; the little flares dancing in the air and soon on the ground where they were then extinguished. He struck hard every time against the false image of Mion, Keiichi knowing full well that what looked like his love really was nothing more than evil. She whipped the hammer at him, each miss leaving impact craters in the ground below.

With Keiichi's newfound speed and agility from the prior two weeks of his journey, he found himself much stronger than before. With each swing of the shovel, the sharp edges cut the air with ease. At some points during the fight, the Oni's neck was almost sliced clean open, however; the demon's speed was still great. As time passed on, the demon eventually abandoned the hammer and went back to using her hands; the martial art skills proving deadlier than the weapon. At this point, the others came into the fray; their own tactics at work to kill the demon.

"Satoko, now!" yelled Rika. Satoko nodded and threw her weighted trip-rope with enough speed and force that the sharp side impaled the ground a good distance away. With the hammer acting as a stake now, Keiichi pushed his unsuspecting opponent into the tripwire, managing to fall the demon and send her on her back. With one quick swing, the flat side of his shovel connected with her hand; shattering the bones almost instantaneously. She screamed in pain, rolling quickly to the side and retreating to the farthest part of the dungeon.

"AAAAARRH! DAMN YOU KEI-CHAN!" The demon's body shook crazily, now bending over her wounded and useless hand. Keiichi took this moment to rest, still aiming the weapon at her.

"Great job Kei-chan, but you better leave some for me, ok?!" Shion yelled cheerfully from the sidelines, taking great pleasure in the fact that the demon suffered over a broken hand. For what it was worth, Shion wanted this evil thing to experience immense pain for controlling her sister like that. She readied her taser, hoping that her turn would come up next to cripple the Oni too.

Unfortunately, just as the battle seemed like it was going in their favor, the demon began smiling at them; her twisted lips threatening with confidence. Keiichi's eyes twitched at this sudden display of intensity, confused as to why the demon stopped caring about its hand.

"Give up yet?" he yelled, ready to deliver the final blow. This time, though, the laughing matter was entirely to the demon's advantage.

"Oh, Kei-chan…hurt me more! A HAHAHAHA!"

"Eh? Keiichi-san, what's going on?" asked Satoko. She looked confused at the spectacle; finding the demon's laughter unnerving. For what it seemed, the demon was just getting started.

"Hurt you more? You really are the evil version of Mi-chan: definitely more perverted, that's for sure…" he joked. Keiichi smiled with his usual pride; not caring what the demon had up its sleeve. He had another goal to accomplish, and that was to protect Mion. The demon, at his response, brought her broken and bloody hand to her lips; now licking it clean of the blood.

"Kei-chan, do you know how much I love seeing the terror on your faces? I told you before: YOU CAN'T HURT A DEMON!"

To their horror, the demon raised her hand in front of them; her veins pulsing now. Her eyes' irises turned red, while the white outer regions turned black; a character trait of a true demon. Her hair turned to a shade of darker green now, the tips becoming as sharp as razors. Her teeth multiplied as well, the fangs growing longer and bigger in size. Her wounded side and broken hand pushed out more of the black substance from her body; the holes closing up and preventing anymore damage. Her limbs and neck grew out longer too; the demon's body size now stretching the kimono out. The thread ripped at the seams to accommodate for the size, the sound of ripping fabric freaking the others out. Even the demon's fingernails grew out; their razor sharp tips acting like deadly claws on a lion. The demon took on her true form, the image that of Mion's inner turmoil.

The other's trembled in their positions, the fear overtaking them. Was it even possible for them to defeat this hand of Fate? If what the demon did before was just toying with them, then now they would surely die. Their eyes were wide in amazement and, at the same time, panic from this event. Some considered retreating, while others couldn't find the will to fight this thing. However, they only gripped their weapons harder, knowing that if they didn't defeat the demon then all of Hinamizawa would be lost. For that, Shion took up the fight, rushing to Keiichi's side with Satoshi now and coming up with a plan. A plan, they hoped, would halt the wretched demon in its tracks…

I once believed that Good and Evil were at odds,

That God and Satan dueled over the fate of Mankind.

But was it really that simple?

Even God could kill, just as Satan could.

So I looked into myself, and found the truth I had been searching for.

That it was Light and Dark which really existed, but …

Evil was just a third element.

Next time on "Hinamizawa Hell", "Revealing Demons" Arc, ch. 13: The Fulfilled Promise part 1.

Can you truly believe in this?