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The end was like this, he'd disappear as if he had never existed, as if everything he had done was nothing but an invention in his delusional mind. That was too melancholic, wasn't it? Even so, his body insisted on being inert to everything and no reaction escaped from within. Perhaps it was a punishment, Douma would say it was despairing, if he was able to externalize this feeling.
That woman... Shinobu? Yes, that was her name, she had caused all this, in his secular life only that small human being was able to cause such disorder. Oh... She was beautiful, not as beautiful as her sister or the boar boy's mother, yet she caught his attention. However, the contempt stamped on her face the first time she saw him did not match anything with her delicate features, let alone the harsh words that came out from her pinky lips.
It is strange to find himself thinking of her at a moment like this, he could have sworn that he felt like laughing. He felt the corners of his lips involuntarily bending, it was just his mind trying to make him more miserable, right? He really was pathetic.
None of that mattered, nothing was real, feelings and emotions were totally meaningless things to him, he wouldn't waste his last moments on something he knew wouldn't lead to anything. It didn't hurt to lose to those children, it didn't hurt to have lost to a woman as fragile as Shinobu, much less he feel lonely to die like that. He had always been that way and this wasn't the time to change it.
There was no such thing as hope, God was just an invention to calm the desperate hearts of humans, so there was no such thing as heaven or hell waiting for him. All that was left was emptiness, something he was living with before all this, nothing would be different.
Then why did he feel something strange inside himself?
"Oh, did you finally die? Great. ”
Hm?
"Now I can rest in peace. ”
It was possible to hear the smile inside those words and he mirrored the act by looking at the owner of that voice. Words spoken with an enviable calm, but with the power to be sharp as knives could only come from one person.
Shinobu continued to explain how she was able to defeat him, but Douma was busy paying attention to something further inside the little woman and the strange sensation reigned within him with full force. But what the hell was that? Unlike the poison of the pillar in front of him, he felt this something spreading through his body (if he could call what was left a body). Wait...
"Wow."
It could only be that, couldn't it? There was no other explanation.
A smile was formed on his lips, if he had a heart he could say that it was about to explode.
"Shinobu-chan, don't you want to go to hell with me?"