Chapter Fifteen - An End Of Something...
Written and created by Ben Rivera
Her bones cracking upon landing, the debris spread out from the point of impact, the Empress digging through the Earth. Tearing and melting the road as the woman searched for this ancient relic, her fingers stuck outreaching to a sticking-out pipe presumably connected to the sewer. All of a sudden, she was interrupted, a fist aimed at her chest, Madi twisted around. The quickened light barrier shattering to pieces as the attacker's fist punctured the shield, throwing the white-haired Madisyn back. Attempting to catch her balance in mid-air, her palms spread out, rocket-like plasma pushing out from her fingers and halting her continuous movement. Cracking her bones back into place, Madi breathed out, pushing away a single strand of snowy hair that'd momentarily blocked her vision. Soles touching the concrete beneath her, she rose her fists, purple energy resonating around her anatomy and radiating specifically around her knuckles. Throwing away the cloak around her, the chains continually dragged against the platform to her rear, pulling back her hood. Raising her hand, pushing out her fingers as the energy circled the palm, she closed her fist and licked her lips. That mischievous smirk staining her face, it was clear- they'd met before. In another time when the Empress of Light was younger, no wonder she'd recognized this woman-
It was herself. The twisted doppelganger of Madisyn Rivera; The Empress of the Stars had returned, in her prime.
Side by side, the lifelong allies strutted together, each of them taking a collective sip of their soda as if in sync. Inhaling the liquid so it'd slide down her throat, the Lovers took a breath of fresh air. The chilly winter air sending chills down her spine, the frosty nature of the drink sending a headache to her brain. Sighing aloud, Rose's fingers pushed against her forehead in agony, Alex audibly chortling at her pain as he rubbed her back-patting it for a moment. Hunching back up straight, the Justice examined and scanned over the masses huddled together enjoying their quiet time. Lucky for them, huh? Another world was suffering and they were there, drinking soda, eating fast food, gradually getting fatter as time went on. The anger built up inside him, the lightning forming around his body, the fingers of his best friend snuck around his wrist. Calming him down, controlled breaths echoing out from his mouth,
"It's okay, we'll save them out, pay for your sins. Then we can go to just... laying around and watching Naruto?"
"I'm- never watching Naruto, Rose. That show is wayyyyy too long, like seriously. Like, four, five seasons, that's maybe reasonable. I can stretch it out at six or seven, but maybe nine or ten? Blegh,"
Offended by his criticism of the anime, steam imaginarily pushing out from her ears and entering the air- Rosalyn's fists repeatedly pounded on his chest. Alex groaning jokingly at the false hits, the Justice laughed at her attempts at trying to 'attack' him. Though their brief moment of peace was interrupted, the whistling of a so-called nearby interrupting their 'bonding.' Parting her lips to puke out a sonic scream and push herself back as well as Alexander, the damage had already been done. The attacker's anatomy had been swifter than their the teenagers' reflexes, a quick scene of white lightning with a black shaded outline visible as it followed him down. Stepping back as his feet lifted him off the concrete, the screams of innocents entering his eardrums, the pressure from the crushing of the platform had sent him flying for a brief moment. Controlling his thrown-back figure, Alex threw a gust of wind created from how fast he'd been moving, weaving to the left and nearly dodging a sideways slash from the Swordsman's katana. The way he'd quickly unsheathed it as if he were an elite samurai, the enemy's sadistic smirk grew wider, fangs biting down on his flesh. Wiping the tiny bit of blood he'd managed to collect from Al's hand, Amara spun around in mid-air, the slash coming with the pressure that sent him toward the seated bystanders. Collapsing and falling through the red staircase, he watched as his body phased in and out of materialism. Inhaling sharply, he widened his eyes, throwing himself back, hands on the concrete rear of the stairway. Flipping back and dodging a downward straight downward, the Negative Swordsman stuck out his right hand. A beam of negative energy unleashing from his fingers, disintegrating the front half of the parked car Alexander had landed on. Widening his eyes in surprise, he flipped back, momentarily spinning into a ball. Stumbling as his feet perfectly landed on a table, querking a brow in surprise, the taunts of his blade-wielding opponent entering his ears,
"Ah, so you do have some sense of skill, huh? At least I'll have some fun knowing it was sort of a challenge,"
Stepping down from the table, letting out a heavy breath, he rubbed his head, wiping the sweat off. The Swordsman taking another step forward sheathed his blade once more, the Hitei Katachi covered- the negative aura around this enemy's figure visible. Brightening and illuminating more so to take over the night sky, the moon's rays shading the left side of Justice's face. The right shaded by the umbrella above, he remembered his time training with both the Requiem Reaper and his Emperor father.
The memory of him collapsing to his front, and wincing in pain as he hit the softened platform below him is a core memory. Hands in his sweatpants, August pushed his right leg crossing them, pushing up his glasses, and stroking his scruff with a smirk,
"Are you truly a Requiem if you can't harness the repressed energy within? You've been one ever since you were born, same as mine, surely you must know to some extent to utilize it. Keep this in mind, when I was training with my Grandfather, he always told me to keep peace of mind. Focus on the natural energy of the world around you, let the wind flow through your body, to let the soul take control of everything. Peace of Mind is a difficult technique to master, it took me 10 years and my father over 20. So if you manage to unleash it thanks to the adrenaline boost you might receive in a fight, be ready for broken bones,"
The wind around him... the cold air pushed around his body, the energy building up within the depths of his soul. His heart ever beating, the Swordsman held his katana overhead, cackling loudly, witnessing his enemy building up power within. The beauty of Requiem energy, as promised by the Author- he wondered how it felt. Even if he were to perish here, none of it would matter, as long as he fought someone finally worthy to die by the true nature belonging to the tip of the Hitei Katachi. The Negative Swordsman cried aloud,
"Requiem Buildup: Channeled Negativity,"
Widening his eyes, Alex stepped back in shock, the energy around him returning to a circle back into his chest. Grunting loudly before the enemy could make an attack, Justice stepped to the right, launching forward, lightning throwing itself off his shoulders as he lept to the row of parked cars. Nodding as he glanced to the left, surely, the doppelganger to the former Bounty Hunter of Justice would follow. And so he did, at the same type of speed, feet barely meeting the ground, he readied to decapitate his teenage foe. That was; until he ducked, covering his ears with his hands.
"DIE!!!!!!"
The sonic scream burst her eardrums, a shockwave emerging from the cry, vocal cords on the edge of bursting out. Grabbing hold of her throat, a fingerless glove covered her lips, though the scream had already been launched. Sheathing his blade and pushing out his arms to take the sound blow, The Swordsman felt the squish and CRAKAK of his bones as they detached; gore squirting out from his insides. Words holding the action itself, Rose was carried atop the center building in Times Square, her wounds vast and deep. Hovering downward and tending to her bleeding, the Emperor's hand stood idly over her stomach, the hole deepened to the point where a chunk of her heart had been missing. Using his life energy to produce new body parts at a rapid pace, Rivera winced in anguish, his hand aging at a rapid pace. At a cost, Rose had lived again... her eyes opening, the teen ginger whispered out in surprise softly,
"Who're... you?"
Brushing her finger against his beard, the blood from his spat with her distant father dripped onto her cheek. Taking a breath inside, he blew into the air, destroying the building so it'd rupture and disintegrate. The Swordsman wincing as he fell to his knees, the words from his white-haired Reaper mentor entered the brain of the telekinetic Amara,
"Focus on the natural energy of the world around you, let the wind flow through your body, let the soul take control of everything,"
Knowing this to truly be just a mad ploy, Alex used this moment the Swordsman was vulnerable. No matter what, despite his hand being right on that sheath; he had to go, even if he was about to heal at this very MOMENT!! The knee that connected to his chin filled to the brim with residual Requiem power, his aura illuminating out from his chest and spreading apart, flowing through his body. A bright smile over his lips, he cackled aloud,
~I did it! I managed to knee him... wait... was that- even... Peace of Mind~
Widening his eyes in shock, Alexander grunted and gritted his teeth, the incoming support tilting his head. Landing behind the staircase, hiding in the shadow so he'd been hidden from the vision of their common enemy. Needing to watch, he flicked out a cigar, the only thing visible if you were to stare in that direction- his blood-red pupils in the shade. Inhaling the aerosol as the butt was lightened, he turned his head to the right and watched the battle.
The shockwave that emerged from the blow to the bottom portion of the enemy's skull had been powerful, shattering nearby windows, sending some cars that weren't parked next to a building flying. Though it wasn't enough, it seemed. Gradually, as time went on, the Hunter's Doppelganger's chin reattached to the skull, lifting upward. Praising happily with a psychotic laugh amid the action, wrapping his hand around the boy's wrist,
"Good... though, honestly, it needed more. More- POWER!"
The pain was excruciating, no doubt it may be ruptured his heart, possibly shattering his ribcage to pieces. Though, without a doubt, he couldn't just sit there and take the blow. There it was again, that core memory bouncing around in his head, the pained and wounded Rose, his blonde girl back home- THIS WAS FOR THEM!
~PEACE OF MIND! FLOWING ENERGY: DISTORTED SPACE!~
The space around them distorted, the aura around him blackening to a degree it sent chills down the spine of his blade-wielding enemy. Inhaling the air through his teeth, he quivered in fear as the fist drove through his chest, a hole bursting out and destroying his bones. Kicking him back, and ripping his hand right off his wrist, he snarled in anger as the sole connection with the center of the Negative's anatomy. Skidding across the pavement, blade dropping, Alex fell over, holding himself in agony as the pain slowly seeped and flowed throughout his body. The momentary pump of adrenaline fading, the Swordsman's wounds gradually healing, he hissed and sucked in the air through a crack in his teeth. Lucky for him, demon blood was more flexible than vampire blood, especially when he's younger. Cracking his bones and feeling the hole in his chest repair, his heart dangling and now protected by his ribs once more, he smirked. Towering over the beaten boy as his hair flew with the wind, leaning on the sword back in its cover, the end against the right side of his face.
"Ya got potential, kid, I'll give you that,"
BANG! A bullet had popped out from the tip of someone's finger, penetrating the sheath the Swordsman had been leaning on and causing him to stumble. Scoffing at the displeasure, revealing himself from the shadows of the upper stairway, the Hunter bathed in the snowy rays. Unraveling his Ketsueki from the cover, brushing his hand around the metal so it'd cover with his blood- darkening it with a crimson sort of shade over the steel. Throwing the sheath to the side, his eyeballs shifted. As dark as the black night above them, crimson pupils bursting out, black lightning jumping around him with the forming aura flowing throughout his soul,
"A Negative Requiem... huh.."
Baffled by the discovery of another one of his species, Jason declared loudly to his doppelganger, the floor breaking, rocks lifting with the debris of the destroyed structure above him;
"No holds barred, I'll slaughter you,"
Spinning out of the way of an incoming ax, twisting through the air, the edge and steel of the weapon entering the concrete. Ed jumped onto an incoming car's roof, flipping off from it sideways, the Star's pink aura flowing throughout his anatomy. The ax obeying the command of an open palm, the red-eyed man with long brown hair, their enemy. Stepping back, feet gliding off the ground, the palm touching the ground below the younger Superior had resulted in a large explosion radiating out of his skin. Debris launching upward, hitting it out of the way, slicing some of it in half with the bladed edges of the hatchet, Singh jumped toward through the smoke. About to press his hand against the chest of his rival, the expansion of volume and outward release of energy had been detonated. Fire burst out, barely, the Superior had weaved to the right. Throwing his ax to his right hand, gripping the wooden end, and his fingers gripping the face of the teenager. Extremities digging into Edward's pupils, gore squeezing out from his eyeballs, he grunted, biting down on his lip to stop a scream exiting his throat.
The younger and twisted doppelganger of the Emperor wiped his hands clean of the blood and dirt. Scoffing in annoyance, cursing the boy under his breath, he rose his arms, ready to slice Ed's head in twain. Until a tendril cracked around his wrist, twisting and tightening so his wrist would shatter, crimson fluids squeezing out from the hide of skin. Rivera's other-self snarling, he cut it off with a laser pushing out from his left pupil. Steam levitating upward as a result of his energy-based attack, the Superior's younger self turned around, the wound beneath his skin gradually healing. Ed, through blurred vision, and a tilt upward of his head had seen the same sight as the Future Demon Prince,
"So you're... the Fallen Angel, huh?"
Cracking his knuckles and fingers, twisting his extremities toward his face, the tendrils rose from a gateway to another realm to his rear. The tentacles twisting and contorting, the edge sharpening so they'd act as spears; levitating. Closing of an eye had sent them forward, splitting apart by his command. Pushing out his limb so another tendril would slide up the front of his arm, the reflection of the future was projected to his flowing locks straying over his visionary organs. The Superior rolling his eyes in irritation, his ax cut through the tendrils, running through them with a red blur sliding off his body. The edge of his coat dragging against the road, though resting on the cement blackened path, the tendrils obeyed. Ashton creating a fist, Ed rose, blinking continuously. Attempting to see once more, the claws that this old man held were as sharp as daggers,
"Motherfucker... Stronzo..."
His Italian accent apparent in his voice, Edward's eyelids slid over his pink optics as if he needed eyes to kill this future demon. A mini explosion detonating from the front of her palms, the Superior blocked the attack. Twisting his ax, pushing it overhead, the small pops audibly from Ed's fingers struggling through the wood. Melting through it, the other self of the Emperor widened his eyes. A knee meeting the center of this opponent, Singh ducked for a moment, so a plethora of incoming spear-shaped tendrils would pierce his flesh. Gore squirting out and decorating the hidden front of his skulls, the Star popped open his left eye, the energy holding the coloration opposite to purple flowing around him. Blurting aloud, Dark Determination visible in the center of his pupils, a ball of flames moving with his hair and body,
"Bene!"
Palm against the chest of this opponent, an explosion threw away all of his skin. Bones flying out from his flesh, the tearing away of it had made a CRUNCH! as the ribcage went for the face of the teen. Wiping blood from his hair, he spat out remnants of the other fluids from his mouth. Wings attempting to burst out from his spine, the Superior growled, fangs popping out from the upper row of teeth he held. About to teleport away, his heart was punctured, branches made by sharpened tendrils. A swipe from Dabrowski's fingers had been the source of growth, the tendrils popping out to morph into a tree. The branch snapping off so the Superior's young version could fall once more, Ed smirked, and leaped back, sticking out one hand, holding his wrist tightly. Screaming, the pink momentarily spreading through the explosive blow as he detonated his power from his hand, voice raspy and on the verge of edging,
"ARRIVERDERCI!"
The thunderous audio ripped through the air, aimed for his face, engulfing his body in an array of flames. Parts of his body disconnecting, Ed yanked his hand away, rubbing his eye with his arm and wiping the ruby liquid away. Ashton warping beside him, they gazed upon the destroyed corpse belonging to that of their dead Demon Prince. His charred skull rolling over to them, the Son of the Chaos took a step forward and pressed his foot against the bone. Hearing it snap to pieces beneath the sole of his boot, Ash and Ed spared a knowing look to one another. A gateway back home, courtesy of Ashton, broke through existence; sharing a brotherly fist bump as they returned to the Academy.
"Who put you up to this, huh? The Author? My dad?"
Cackling maniacally, it was obvious her other self was too far gone, Madisyn replacing her position with the Empress of the Stars- the wisp of purple plasma visible. Madi taking a step forward, the formerly hooded doppelganger falling and tumbling. Nails scratching against the road, Madi scoffed, looking down upon this disgusting creature,
"This... you're the one who built the Kingdom? In the future, huh? This- is pathetic. Finally, I'll be able to avenge you, mother,"
The Empress's blows held no sort of other power behind them, no streams of energy that burst out from the tips of her fingers. Instead, it seemed like she were a rabid animal, attempting to slaughter her prey in the most brutal and non-precise way imaginable. Catching her wrist, Madi's reflexes were sharp, taking hold of her other self's wrist. About to burn through it, the excruciating pain was enough! Pupils reversing back to normality, the Empress winced in agony, warping back and holding her hand. Sitting on her knees, Madisyn took a step forward, and then one back... why did she run away?
"Wha... what?"
The sobs of a woman in pain were heard echoing through the city, onlookers giving them stares with the Light Empress being able to make out sentences such as,
"What have I done... what am I... Benny... Jay..."
Trying to rip the skin off from herself, Madi yelled aloud, the sobs growing louder and louder as she bent down to hold her in her arms. Claws attempting to rip herself apart, lassos made of plasma bound her and stopped her other self from committing any more damage to herself,
"Stop it, Rivera, get a-fucking-hold of yourself..."
The younger, beaten and destroyed Empress sobbed into the arms of her other-self. Unbeknownst to what her face even resembled, before she simply rose her head and stared into her eyes. Smiling somberly, she grabbed the fingers of her doppelganger so they'd wrap around her throat. Since the tightening hadn't begun yet, and the oxygen hadn't been cut off, the woman made a plea, as if she'd held the knowledge for generations,
"You came here for the Key, right? Didn't you... didn't you... come here to kill us? Isn't that the true reason..?"
There was no point in hiding the truth, she sought out to kill this woman, the version of herself. Madisyn's lavender-like tinted eyes darted from side to side, bluntly stating as she made eye contact a second time,
"Yes. Did He tell you?"
"Mhm. He told me it won't play out as it did before, that I won't turn into the Empress; that the Kingdom has truly fallen... and I'm glad. I could never do any of those things... I want you to know... your mother... that version of our mother in the past. That I... that I... killed? He... He controlled me, or better yet, manipulated me into becoming the monster I was in my future, in your past,"
And yet, Madi could sense it coming off of this girl, though she hadn't committed many sins at this moment... she wished to die. For the past, for something she would never do in this timeline. If she were any kinder, if this were 2019, then maybe she would've spared her; but she couldn't be so weak. So powerless as to do so, a final question before her demise was all that she needed, the Answer...
"If I were to return... it'd be-?"
"That's what He told me, at least. All that remained was to... dispose of the trash, with the Key, I suppose. And please, after you kill me, destroy this Earth. We all... we all need a break,"
The slaughter of her nieces and nephew, of her unborn child with the man she'd loved. The twisting of her brothers, all orchestrated by herself... under His command? What did her life matter anymore? Why should any of them have to suffer because of her, and live out their lives with grief and agony? They all... truly needed a break from everything. To add to it all, the former Empress of the Stars demanded strongly,
"Promise me... please, Madi,"
She didn't even get another second, all that remained was an instantaneous release from this mortal coil. The last sight that she ever saw was the setting sun, and with the eyelid sliding shut over her pupils... she'd been freed. Madisyn watched her other self get sucked into a black hole she'd created, the white hair that'd slid throughout her brown locks fading away. Holding the soul of the Empress of the Stars in her hands, she powered up and whispered strongly,
"I promise..."
Bullets flew out from the barrel, sliding amongst the hardened path, Jason's lightning seeped into the firearm so another bullet charged with that energy would burst out. The ring of fire from the Desert Eagle visible for a split second, the Swordsman smirked in response, cutting through the bullet. However, in two pieces, it outputted twice the damage, lightning attaching to his metal and conducting the negative charge. A shockwave burst out from this attack, ripping most of the Swordsman's clothing, and the Hitei Katachi about to fall to the floor. A blow to the right gut had crunched most of his other self's bones, Jason pushing his own opponent's blade into his body then disappearing once more. Phasing through the building where the Negative Swordsman had been headed as a result of the Hunter of Justice's punch to his gut, the scraping of the Ketsueki was audible as he dragged his vampiric, demonic self up a building. Splitting himself apart, each new version of himself crackling with lightning had driven a new dagger into the side of future Lucifer's skull.
Snapping of bones audible, Jason used all of his strength. Some of his bones snapping aloud, hissing in annoyance as his body morphed to his command, the Swordsman having been thrown toward the sun. Dark clouds spreading to enclose Sol, it readied for a stream of black lightning to pierce through the Negative's chest. Destroying his heart instantaneously, limp in the air as he headed back toward the ground. Blades popping out from his arm, the coat ripped to pieces as he tightened his fist in anger, shifting to a demonic version of his former arm. His whole body morphing following his vampirism, the fangs grew larger and larger as his pupils lusted for more blood. Wings popping out of his back, Jason's voice monstrously loud, his brother on the opposite side of the city had pushed together his hands.
The Emperor standing over Rose, her body was taken in by an outside portal, spitting her out on the other side. Barely conscious, Alex was able to witness this same occurrence happen to him as the gateway swallowed the teenager,
"WRRROOOOOOAGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Disintegrating his body with built-up negative Requiem energy, Jason snarled in anger, his roars echoing throughout the cloud as the lightning he'd created obeyed his brain. The three siblings across the alternate Manhattan near their goal, Azazel's wounds being stitched as he sat on a bench with Beau. Wincing in a brief sense of pain, the Detective sighed, Edmund, stepping back as the fire returned to his finger whispering,
"Sorry,"
"Oi! Lovebirds! It's happening!"
August had returned from around the corner, a bag of fast food in his hand, a box of chicken nuggets against his chest in his arm. Throwing one into his mouth, Azazel looked around, the very ground beneath their feet fracturing and spreading apart. Rising for a brief moment, the Reaper threw the bag over to the Fool, still staring at the scenery. This Earth was on the verge of breaking, the sky on the cusp of falling, and all the world had to show for it was this wondrous sight. The aurora borealis overtaking the sky above, those innocent had their lives burnt away as the supernova came to wash over them. Turned to mere ash, it came for them as well. That same smug smirk staining his mouth, the Reaper snapped, his teeth crunching down and swallowing the food, as the gateway took them all in and closed around them. The wave destroyed everything, the lightning from the clouds entering the ground below them as Jason's roar grew louder and louder. A divine entity intervening, he was taken away, anatomy transfigured to a golden light.
In the middle of the street, she fiddled with her fingers, gazing at the sight of the northern lights above her. Madi closed her eyes, the rumbling of the heat entering her ears so they'd bleed- half of her face burning for a moment. As she was seconds away from turning to ash, that same divine intervention occurred.
The Earth had been destroyed, there was no halting it, his new brown locks moving with the wind; his body remaining through the superheated Calvin. The mountain of corpses as a result of those who'd been thrown out of their home from the impact, he landed on top of them. Children's faces seen with tears steaming away, teddy bears resembling his youngest daughter's, the Emperor turned to see the wave circling back. About to meet his end, he was once more- stopped.
Whitney had sat up in surprise, the image was clear now... the vision he'd sensed, way back when in June! It was the Headmaster, all this time, it'd been a premonition of the future. Sprinting outside, he barged through the front doors of the Academy- and they were all there. Some of the wounded, others with no sense of harm on them. Azazel limping with aid from the Strength, August following behind, Rose and Alex carried by Ed and Ashton. And finally, the Triplets, all turning back to stare. The red skies turning to a bright sky blue, the demons had turned to mush, time turning back as a result of that same divine intervention. Each of them, Madi, then Jason, had taken a step back to return to the School, to meet up and stay with their loved ones. Though, something stopped them, the same with the Hunger... before they could retreat, the Emperor had spoken,
"Everything happened... everything played out the way I'd foreseen. The acts that I'd have to commit, the atrocities that'd happened just then... my hair... it was all true. We were all destined to make that choice, weren't we? Those kids... they had hopes, dreams, and wonders for a future that'd never come. You could say we freed them... freed them all from being burnt and made as mountains of burnt corpses by the Kingdom... but how is this... how is this any better? Better than Him... if we can't end it..."
Turning back, the long hair he now suited moving with the wind, resembling his father down to a tee. On the verge of tears, his voice about to collapse and break down, he held his chest in pain, loudly inquiring of them all,
"HOW WILL WE EVER TRULY BE FREE?!"
Jason and Madi held the same look on their faces, knowing their brother, and what he'd seen... what they'd have to do. Was any of it truly just? Whitney's face fell at that question, a tear squeezing out from the corner of the Headmaster's eye. Even if they made it beyond the clouds, and reached that other world, would they truly be free? Would the cycle ever stop? And would the Author... finally perish?
In the end, only those who keep moving forward know the truth. Though the world had been repaired by some sort of divine intervention, it didn't matter! They had to keep fighting. Fight on, as if your life depended on it. Eyes lit aflame with determination for the future, Whitney retreated with the siblings, the Empress and former Justice Hunter comforting their brother as they rubbed his back.
However, overlooking them on a nearby skyscraper, yanking back His hood, His fingers gripped the edge of the roof. Golden hue surrounding His body, the Author rose His head so the piercing stare of God could rebuild this broken world. Those murdered were given their lives back, demons had gone extinct, and the future had once more looked well. God tightening his fist and letting out a sharp exhale, he turned to the other side so he could catch a glimpse of his grandchildren entering the school. Knee popping out as he stood perched upon this roof, the Author's eyelids slid shut over His pupils, whispering with an edge in His deepened vocals,
"There's no way to win if you don't fight. Keep moving on, keep fighting onward... and maybe, you just might win. I'll keep watching you, goodbye- for now,"
End to Diabolus Dominare Arc - To Be Continued in Chapter 16.