The Devil Who Grants Wishes

169 – Light (1)

…?

Where are you?

The world changed in an instant. I was in a church in the Imperial Islands just a moment ago, but the scenery I see now is completely different.

It’s Kael again.

I haven’t seen it in a while, but I’m so sick of it.

what the hell is this…

[stellar!!!]

‘…what?’

At that moment, an inaudible voice pierced my ears.

it’s serafia

Even though I had listened to it dozens of times, I hadn’t gotten used to it at all, and in the end, before I even got used to it, I had beaten it with my fist.

No, why the hell is Cerapia now… Huh?

‘Seraphia… who’s next to her? No, even Serapia is too young in the first place.’

However, in many ways it is very strange.

The first woman I’ve ever seen is lying in front of Serafia with her stomach pierced, and the Serafia who did that is much younger than I knew.

It’s not just the appearance.

It means that even the inside is not mature and seems like a very young child. Of course, Serapia was originally the same year.

And I just… You said Stella, right?

Then, what I see now is the scene where Serapia takes away the power of light from Stella?

‘…’

Serapia’s original body, which has not been distorted in any way by the god of light, is visible. It is truly beautiful with a mysterious appearance befitting the name of an angel. The inside, of course, was rotten and rotten.

…angel?

Wait, are you an angel?

‘Angels are obviously created by the god of light.’

If you have the divine power of light, you can create any number of angels. Even if you just breathe in and out, dozens of low-level angels jump out of it, and being an angel is considerably lower than people in the underworld think.

And the state in which Serapia has not been transformed by the god of light is an angel whose rank is quite low, no matter who sees it.

An angel like that attacks and robs the owner of the Goddess of Light?

It’s as if the god of light created a being called Cerapia and ran away from the owner…

“Hey, you’re quick to notice.”

“who…”

At that moment, you hear the voice of someone you hear for the first time. I was so surprised that I reflexively prepared myself for an attack and turned my head towards the voice, but the attack did not follow. Because the person who came into my field of vision was so used to it.

Of course, even if you’re used to it, you only saw it once 10 seconds ago.

“Stella… how?”

“I think you’re misunderstanding, but it’s true that I’m dead. Right now, I just found my self by the thought in your body responding to the spirit of light.”

“…is it.”

To say that he reacted to the divine power of light… After all, that wasn’t a dream at all.

Until now, I’ve done anything to avoid accepting the divine power of light, but such an empty ending. Was it dangerous to come into contact with Flora, who is also in a state where the divine power of light is inside her body… kuh.

“Tsk tsk, as expected, you’re unnecessarily serious. I even made your saintess pretty so you could laugh and enjoy it, but it wasn’t for nothing.”

“…Are you referring to Celestine? Did you make that outfit? Are you insane?”

“hahahaha… well, I can’t do anything about it if I say that, but it’s better to wear something pretty than something dull, right?”

“You’re the only one who doesn’t hesitate to wear clothes that can only be seen on a bed at night.”

Stella smiles shyly. And that smile didn’t feel any pretense or any sense of incongruity to me, a demon who reacts sensitively to emotions.

…It must be true to say that thoughts reached the level of the god of light and found themselves.

“So what is this? Like a thought, is it your, no, Stella’s last memory?”

“Well… the last memory is correct. But I am not the one who remembers this.”

“What else… I can’t believe it.”

“Yes, if it was as I remembered, it should have been Stella’s eyes instead of seeing it from a third person’s point of view like this, right?”

“…the god of light.”

The scene where Serapia murders Stella, which I see now, is from the perspective of the Goddess of Light.

From the perspective of the god of light, it seems unimportant on the surface, but this tells me more important facts than anything else.

Right away, that the spirit of light can do what is called memory.

Combining this fact with the fact that Serapia was originally an angel created by the god of light—

[Ah… this cool sensation, it’s been a while.]

I hear a voice so reluctant, so sacred, so evil, yet so familiar.

Obviously the one I took my life for, the one I was trying to pretend was just granting a wish.

It’s Noah.

“…how?”

[This world is inside you. If you look for not only me, you will be able to find the thoughts of one or two people who died to you? Why do you know, the story that the person you killed keeps appearing in your dreams? Ah, that bitch Serapia was killed by the god of light, so she shouldn’t be here.]

…Tsk, somehow he said he would just give up his life obediently.

And what is it?

There’s no way an existence that’s mere thoughts can actively communicate with thoughts like this… No, that’s true of Stella as well.

Even though it was a thought, he regained his self just by being in contact with the spirit of light he possessed.

That means… Noah too…

“That’s right, I stole the Goddess of Light from Noah. I couldn’t wait to see a bastard like that wreak havoc on the world.”

“…stellar.”

“But… unfortunately, my expectations were wrong. Noah was a being created by the Goddess of Light to disturb the world like Serapia. It was the will of the Goddess of Light that disturbed the world. After realizing that, I gave up everything and handed over the Goddess of Light to Serapia.”

[hahahaha… It seems there is a misunderstanding.]

Noah, who had been silently listening to Stella’s words, approaches me with a smile.

Noah, who was only a black mist, swayed and gathered in one place, and eventually began to take on a human form.

An appearance that would have no objection to being called a boy is created, and it looks at me and Stella alternately and laughs badly.

“A misunderstanding, what…”

[I was not created by the Goddess of Light. It’s just that he was chosen by the god of light after living a normal life in the underworld. The god of light gave me a revelation.]

“…And is the revelation a deluge that you are strangely obsessed with?”

[That’s right, you’re smart as well]

Noah does not show any displeasure to me for intruding in the middle, and he meekly affirms my question.

Even if he is a madman, it is not inferior to him. No, it’s not that he’s inferior, he’s just a crazy guy.

Literally, their way of thinking is no different from that of a child, befitting their appearance.

Like a child who behaves like pure evil because no moral standards have ever been established.

[Disturbing the world isn’t just for fun. A world without luck and misfortune, competition and elimination, survival and death, would stand still and perish. The god of light never wants such a world.]

“…A deluge sweeping the world is no different from the destruction of the world, so I don’t know what nonsense you’re talking about.”

[It’s not like killing all the creatures in the world, leaving only the luckiest and strongest. What is destruction? I’d rather say I don’t know what nonsense you’re talking about. After the great flood passes, all the inferior will be eliminated, and only the superior and strong will remain to prosper the world.]

When Noah’s words are finished, to be exact, when the words of the god of light borrowed from Noah’s mouth are finished, my world of images begins to vibrate endlessly.

The scene in which Cerapia murders Stella is scattered and disappears in an instant, and brilliant light shines down everywhere, making it dazzling even if you close your eyes.

[And the one who plays that role will be you, Faust.]

“…”

[It is a wish. In return for taking Noah’s life, you made a pact to wipe out the world’s creatures. It is guaranteed by a system that is a higher concept than the Divinity of Light, so you do not have the right to cancel this contract.]

The light created by the god of light gathers around me.

A light cluster with mass wraps around my body and starts to create new skin, and along with it, penetrates into my body and tries to change the nature of my magic and mana.

Even Faust’s magic and mana can’t neutralize it, it’s too overwhelming divine power and divine power, and they suddenly turn into wild demons of tremendous intensity and gnaw away at my spirit.

big… ugh…

This way, it shouldn’t be like this.

I have to endure somehow…

The edge of the field of vision gradually brightens. In addition to that, the mind gets farther and farther as time goes by.

My eyes… closed…

Lucia…

[You finally delivered.]

Whoo!

At that moment, a voice suddenly resounded from deep in my heart, and the soma that had attacked me just a moment ago disappeared without a trace.

The voice is so familiar to me that I’ve heard it tirelessly, and so is the owner of the voice.

Faust.

It’s not me, it’s the existence I’m borrowing my body.