Here, in this place. There wasn't anything called fair at all. Deciding your lives in luck instead on relying on yourself would be inherently a mistake.
When i was a child. I had gained the ability to regress and restart my life over and over again. When i first got it, as a child i thought i was gifted with the world. Having this ability meant that i can be anything and everything.
But that philosophy of mine became ill minded just in my first life.
In the theater. Here i was witnessing a film. Sitting in the middle, the theatre imposed itself to me. I watched as how it was portrayed. There in the screen, no the stage. Inside was a scene that came from the exterior of a mansion. Embedded in fiery flame as a girl was standing inside, walking along the burning trails of ash as she also burns in the process.
The sound of her footsteps echoed at the burning of her home. She wanders. There, she saw her own portrait embedded in the wall, ignoring it she proceeded. Going inside a room was the place her sister had used to sleep. The table on the side of the bad had a message, a letter.
'my mother would still be here it if weren't for you! Rot in the place that you destroyed!'
A letter for her. No, it's not a recent one. She had already got it even before this madness, she had just kept it for her own sister. The one who gave it to her. Setting the letter aside, she visited another place. This time it's where her father slept in. By arriving in, it was already been set by the fires, unrecognizable to her vision.
Closing the door, she wandered around at the hallway in this mansion. There she stopped. At the portrait of her late mother. Vividly remembering when her mother used to carry her by hand, spoon feeding her, and when she got lectured sometimes by her. As the flames spread at the last painting of her mother, observing it she stayed, having her own remorse fill her with guilt.
Paying attention only to her mother as the flames sparked in anger. Enveloping everything including the walls, ceilings, the floor, even materials that was not made out of flammable ones bursted in flames also burning her as she stood there in the process.
She had died. Dying as the theatre leaves in its blank canvas. It was it's end.
"Stunning conclusion."
Someone stated here in the theatre. A round of applaud has plastered here in the auditorium. made by one person. Taking a glance at my side, there he is. Clapping his hands for applause, his eyes closed and nodding infront of the stage with a satisfied look on his face.
"Tragic yet beautiful, she had finally hid her hatred and self sacrifice along the end as the world betrays her."
"And to think people would prefer a more nuanced approach and let everyone regret their own actions for killing her."
The man had stated his review. With only nothing to say, i agreed.
"Indeed."
He turn his head at me. We stared at each other, staying quiet for a while. Erasing the silence i had spoken, turning my head as to what's in front.
"Yes, it would be a better conclusion rather than knowing the truth for the world to regret. It was bittersweet."
Upon hearing my review, he nods once again. Looking at the stage we waited. Sitting side by side waiting for another play to appear.
As time pass the light stage lit up. Indicating for an another performance. The stage was then once again filled in life. The scene was by a hospital, as a mother lie in a bed struggling and also the struggle of doctor helping her to release the child out of her womb. Groaning in pain.
"She's a healthy baby girl, madam"
The mother, who moans in a pained monotone voice and had her eye halfway close looked at the baby. As the doctor passed the child in her hands. The mother even as tired as she is, her gaze is set only for her daughter, her eyes peering with happiness.
"The world will take care of you. My child. Your name will be."
The mother, after naming her child, had kissed her in the forehead as she closed her eyes due to exhaustion. Sleeping soundly after she had given birth. As much as the baby is, a new life has been bestowed upon the world.
Viewing the child's life in an observers viewpoint had i realized that every action seemingly looked like it does not matter at all. Every accomplishments and mistakes made by one person. Could it still even be know through the passage of time? Yes there are some legends there that had existed before even us were born, but there are over 8 billion people living here as of now.
There are notable and famous people here who had their achievements recorded. It was the same as this girl. Ever since she was born she had not only made a mess but became a menace in the face of the public. She had no friend nothing where she could count on.
She was rather alone. She made everyone in the world around her bear hatred to their mind. In later occurrence she had made a church burn by themselves along with the childrens that was inside there. And when the child was 14, she had purchased illegal drugs that demonify people and fed it along with her classmates. She also had hijacked a commercial ship and sank it along in a land dam when she was 15.
A cruel person to say at least. Everyone in the world know her. Even children know what she had done. She had done so many that almost every incident there is was the root of her cause.
But then, 22 year later ever since she was born. What the scene had transpired was, darkness, through the reins of void in the sky. The sun had fallen slumber. Now was the man's turn to lit the land below.
The girl had been caught. And now was in the sentence for public execution. People had stopped what they were doing for these moments. Shops had closed, workers took a break this day, and even transport vehicles had stop just to see this moment.
There she is. Walking along in her home as handcuffs shacked her wrist. People watched what was happening inside her place. There it begun. It bursted in flames, it's exterior was surrounded by flames, engulfing it in hellfire.
Everyone watched. The video of her demise was being livestreamed for everyone to see. Tv's, and screens in the building's was her as she's being burned along with her home.
As she is inside, talking another stroll she walked. She goes in her sister's room, and her father's. Before staying in for good infront of her mother's portrait. Staying there as she is being burned alive, even without a hint of pain. In her last moment was her looking at her mother once again as her home exploded leaving nothing to recover.
At this point the story has ended and the theatre should became empty once again. Yet it didn't.
Somehow the play hasn't still ended even though the girl has already died. Was she not the main character in this stage? No, she is. The stage will continue to resolve around her, even if she has died. Even after everything she had done.
The world will gave them the truth. That everything was for the sake of mankind. They didn't know that she had save the children's from the heretics and made them an orphanage without anyone knowing because if they did, they will realize that these children has somehow attained immortality and if known, they will be experimented.
They didn't know that she had drugged her classmates to saved them from turning into a fully fledged demon and put them to sleep so that she herself can apprehend the criminal.
They didn't know the ship she had hijacked was filled with terrorist and was trying to invade us in the inside and destroy the dam for it to not be the fortress to aid the Demon king when he declared war.
But now it's their time to know. Which is why it hasn't ended right after her passing. Their hearts will be filled with regrets and guilt. It was the scene where i couldn't stand it here as i watched.
"... Can't bear to watch now i see."
The man besides me uttered as he looked at the darkened stage where there was now nothing.
"Why. Cause you wanted to view their guilt?"
"... No, the play hasn't ended. That's why."
I had already skipped that part. There's now nothing we can do but wait for an another play. I can't bear to watch another as they apologized in this miserable state. But then, the person i'm talking with was the demon king. A person like him would only watched in pleasure as he observe what had happened next. Had i misunderstood him? Maybe not, after all demons do not have something called sympathy.
"The world will take care of you. My child. Your name will be."
A person in the stage had stated. It's a mother, holding her own newborn baby. It was her, the one who had given birth to the child in the last play and the one on the portrait. It's was a brand new life. As if the play was repeating itself. Out of ennui i asked.
"Was your favorite part here the ending?"
"No. It was this."
He answered almost immediately. It was a scene where the girl has just been born and was on the grasped of her mother. Me too. It was where peace was at grasp. Not knowing his reasoning i asked.
"Why?"
"... The bond of a family. It's something i never had."
With just his answer had i changed my perspective on him. Is he longing for someone? Could demons possibly hold values to something? Yet it was something that i can't really answer myself. After all they are the one who had made my life this miserable.
"You see. It's not just that i hate, these regretful endings. Sometimes i wished for them to realize what had they done. Isn't that cruel?"
"Is that why you somehow made a diary in every play sometime?"
"It could've been. If I could remember everything i need to know and not write it."
"I see. It's none of my concern."
Yes. It's none of his. After all, he was only an audience watching in the front view. He doesn't decide, he doesn't sympathize, and he doesn't act. He merely watched and enjoy the play. Nothing more, nothing less.
But me. I have a role to do. I took a glance at my hands. Shattered as if it was a glass to the point of breaking apart. As pure white smoke in my body leaves as if following the non existent wind.
"When will you give up?"
The Demon king asked. Leaving me frozen for a second as i narrow my eyes.
"It's not an option."
I had already set my path is. Even if it's a thorns of solace i must not waver. Even if it kills me again and again and again and again and again and again. Even if i return again and again and again and again and again and restart, i will not back down.
Even if the world puts its hatred towards me as always. Even if i fought by myself.
"You'll fail."
He muttered before continuing
"Your soul was already to the point where it will shatter at any point of time."
I looked at him, as he stared at the stage. But don't worry about it. After all i only need to remember, as long as i haven't lost myself.
"It's something i can do."
I responded as i moved my hands in the seemingly empty space in front of me. Ahh, this ability.
["The World Reset" ability is in use]
[Restart back to the beginning?]
[Confirm] [Decline]
Is after all a curse.