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The lidless eye focused on that particular interaction, the enlarged iris glowing bright red as it beheld them.
You Cannot Enslave Death.
"SAYS THE ONE WHO WOULD SUBJUGATE US ALL TO HER MORBID WHIMS," Belial mocked, its jaws hanging open in a twisted parody of a leer, "NOW SHE LIES THIS CLOSE TO DEFEAT AND ALL SHE CAN DO IS DELAY HER IMMENINT DOOM."
"Humanity's potential is a luminous spark in the everlasting dark," Metatron floated down to land by his side, "There will be a time when mankind will transcend above such simple things as Death, and when that time is upon us, you will no longer be needed."
Her gaze flickered back towards the two, then up towards the vast array of shapes that hovered above him, and finally came to a rest on the innumerable host that stood in varied ranks behind him.
You Cannot Kill Death.
Belial spat on the floor. The globule of lava burned a hole straight through the ground.
"WE DO NOT NEED TO KILL YOU TO END YOU. AND WE WILL END YOU. YOU WHO JUDGE THE LIVES OF OTHERS NOW STAND TO BE JUDGED IN TURN."
"Death has always dictated the purpose of life, but even that cycle must eventually end," Metatron's gleaming face turned slowly to regard him, "For what is Death but a small part of the Universe?"
He took a step forward. Belial's glare followed him. Rage and anger and unrelenting hatred.
"BEHOLD, NYX, THE INSTRUMENT OF YOUR DESTRUCTION."
The Archdemon laughed, long and harsh and grating.
FOR THIS IS THE DEFIANCE OF HUMANITY. THIS IS THE WILL OF MANKIND.
He lifted an arm. Metatron's gaze trailed after him. Hope and compassion and unflinching courage.
"Learn, Nyx, the reason for our Salvation."
The Archangel spread its arms wide, and bowed its silver face.
For This is the Strength of the Nephilim. This is the Power of a Human.
Four fingers clutched into a fist. The last remained and he pointed it to the vast presence in front of him.
And then he was falling, falling, falling away, the world spinning out of order, the ground rushing up to meet him, and suddenly none of it mattered anymore.
Darkness surged to embrace him… He welcomed it with open arms…
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His eyes flickered open. A haze of unfamiliarity surrounded him. The white plaster of the walls was alien at first, but as his mind became fully cognizant, recognition slowly trickled in.
A dream. A memory. The two intermingled and became indistinguishable.
He felt the cushions of the sofa he was lying on for reassurance and gazed halfheartedly at the empty living room of his apartment. The repaired table and the chairs that came with it. The small television set on a modest cabinet, its dim screen taunting him with its murkiness. And beyond, the kitchen, a few dirty plates piled in the sink.
A haunting reminder of what he had died to protect. A lingering memorial to what had once been.
He leaned his head back into the pillows he had taken from his room and stared up. The bleached ceiling greeted him, its blankness almost a sign.
The first rays of the sun beamed their way through the curtained windows, inching their way through the room, and slowly he began counting the minutes left before daylight.
There was a sense of normalcy when he returned for school. A sense of routineness as he stepped under the archway that led to Kuoh Academy, and into the school grounds. The bustle and chatter of fellow students surrounded him, and he drew comfort from them. It instilled within him a sense of sameness, a sense of similarity, even if the people were not the same.
That feeling of sameness persisted through the classes he had taken before and the lectures that were familiar to his ears. It lasted through break periods when the hallways were filled with moving bodies and remained through lunch up to the point he wrapped his hands around the handle to the door that led to the Occult Research Club where it abruptly dissipated.
He opened the door with a muted click.
They were gathered around the table when he entered, and turned when he emerged. The smiles were there, but it did not quite match the questions in their gazes. Akeno made room for him at the table and Issei scooted to the side to give him more. When he finally sat, they all looked at him, expectant, and he knew instinctively that there would be no shirking from the explanation now.
So he told them.
Told them of Dark Hour and the strangeness that permeated everything during its occurrence. Told them of the great towering spire that was Tartarus and the Shadows that exited within. Told them of the people of SEES, and the courage that beat within their hearts and the determination that lay in their souls. And then he told them of Nyx, the Bringer of the End, and the prophesied Fall. He left out the part about his sacrifice and the events that led up to it, though. They did not need to know about that.
"That is quite the tale," murmured Akeno when he finished.
The rest of them nodded in agreement, all except for Issei who had a confused look about him.
"But why would people want to die?" the question was naïve and almost childish, but it drove the point home, "Why would they be actively reaching out for Nyx?"
"It is human nature seek an end for all things," he replied, "and Death is the ultimate end."
"That is a dark way of viewing things," Akeno said with a sharp gaze in his direction.
"It is, yet it is also the truth."
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