There were people dressed in black standing in the rain with gloomy faces.
A sword was engraved onto the finely made white coffin. Even though many people were there, no one spoke, and the coffin was silently dragged out.
A child held someoneâs hand tightly, and the mother, well, one couldnât tell if It was tears or rain falling down her eyes.
With a haggard face, she held onto the childâs hand and followed the coffin.
The person standing in front waved the memorial bell.
Tring! Tring!
How did the sound of the bell stand out in the rain? Even in broad daylight, the dark sky spoke of everyoneâs emotions.
âMom.â
When the daughter, who was crying, called for her mother, she smiled as hard as she could. Despite being in her worst state, she didnât want her children to look at her crumbled look.
Because her husband, who had left this world first, would want that.
âDarling.â
You told me not to worry when you were leaving.
That everything would be fine.
You left like that and came back like this.
How do you expect me to endure it now?
How could you leave after making your only wife a widow?
Why did you have to leave first?
âDarling.â
Sacrificing himself for his son, he left like a parent.
How could she be angry if he left her in that situation? How could she complain?
How could she speak about him being too far from her?
âDarlingâŚ.. JamieâŚ.. Jamie isâŚâŚâ
Their son.
A son whose father wanted him to have a perfect life.
My son Jamie.
âI donât see Jamie.â
It was the last day of the funeral, yet her son didnât appear.
He was suffering more than anyone, and he was a lot sadder than anyone. He needed a place to lean on.
They were parents who existed for one purpose, and yet they couldnât lend their shoulder to their son.
âJamie.â
Sears looked at the sky.
Rain continued to fall.
The dark clouds were thick, and she couldnât see much, but she believed.
Somewhere out there, her son was there.
No, he must be watching from there.
âBe happy, Jamie.â
Holding her daughterâs hand, the mother walked along the coffin, wishing for her son to have a happy life.
âLord.â
Jormungand arrived with an umbrella in the nonstop pouring rain. The sound of raindrops falling was heard.
The black-haired man, who had been in the rain until now, was watching from somewhere.
âLetâs go.â
Jamie didnât answer. He just looked grim.
He watched the funeral happen from a place where human eyesight couldnât see. The funeral of his father, Count Welton.
Originally, as the eldest son, he should have been the one dragging the coffin in front, but he couldnât participate.
Guilt and fear.
And sadness.
âLord.â
With a sad look on her face, Jormungand called out to him. There was no answer.
She didnât hope for one either, so she just sighed, but the other person, Behemoth, was different.
âHow long do you plan to stay there?â
He looked at Jamie, who was just standing there and shouted.
âHow long do you plan to act like a pathetic man?!â
âBehemoth! Stop!â
Jormungand spoke on behalf of Jamie, but he didnât care. He just continued.
âAre you going to stay silent like that? Will you continue staying still and making that shitty face?!â
âYou are being too much to the Lord!â
âShut up, Jormungand!â
Jormungand flinched at Behemothâs scream. Normally, she would have argued with him, but she also knew.
Their Lord wasnât in good shape, and she knew he would break if they left him alone.
âAre you going to let Count Weltonâs death be this futile?â
ââŚâ
âWhy is he in such a state? Why did he die and leave such words for you? Calm down and get your mind straight, Lord. You shouldnât be the one doing this to him.â
ââŚ.â
âDo you really intend to let everything go?!â
âBehemoth.â
When Behemoth didnât stop, Jamie, who had been silent until then, called for him.
âYou finally answered.â
âYes. So shut up.â
He said, without turning, and moved further as the rain hit him.
As if it were a punishment.
Come to think of it, when he was young, his father had scolded him once.
When he was around three years old.
He was playing with a rabbit.
At the time, he was angry about how slowly he was growing, so he didnât consider the life of a small animal very much.
He just stood there watching the rabbit in pain, and because he was a dark magician, he didnât feel bad about it.
It wasnât like he was enjoying it either, but then Count Welton noticed it.
At first, he didnât consider it a big deal, but then his father had other thoughts.
âJamie. If you are a human, then no matter how small a life is, you shouldnât harm it for no reason.â
âWhy?â
âBecause no matter how small they might be in our lives, they are alive and breathing.â
âBut people kill and eat those things.â
âKilling for need and killing for desire are two different things. If you kill for desire, then you are considered trash. At least, I think people shouldnât do that. Keep in mind that if we donât appreciate life and its importance, we turn to a monster wearing the mask of a human.â
At that time, he couldnât understand why his father was upset. And to be honest, it felt absurd that the Count, who was younger in terms of his original age, was telling him that.
But nowâŚ
âI donât know.â
The weight of life.
The difference between need and desire.
His father was a man of justice, so he lived by his rules.
He would only draw his sword when needed, and he would try to solve things with words. He was so different from Jamie.
âAll I have left is violence.â
He wanted to live like his father and act like him, but this terrible situation didnât allow it.
Jamie clenched his fist.
âSorry, Father.â
I think I might need more time to live like you.
Jamie couldnât put that in words, so he turned around and noticed Jormungandâs worried face and Behemoth pouting.
Prometheus was way back, leaning against a rock, and Beiros was on the ground looking at him.
âA little more.â
Jamie stepped ahead.
His subordinates followed.
âI will have to live according to my desires a little longer.â
He couldnât be happy yet.
He wanted to be happy, but the reality wasnât letting him. And soâŚ.
Even if it isnât acceptable, Jamie will now follow the path he has to take.
âLetâs go.â
Jamie Welton.
Iâm going to stop using the name my parents gave me for a while.
So forgive me.
âFrom now on, engrave this onto your heads.â
Black mana and magi both rose from his body.
He, who has transcended the Demon Lordâs essenceâŚ
âI am Diablo Volfir. The Demon King who kills Gods.â
Diablo was back.
Lily was quickly escaping from heaven and running somewhere.
She didnât think that Zenith would lose, and the fact that he couldnât beat Diablo after absorbing three Gods was absurd to her.
âI cannot be caught like this,â
Her world had already been swallowed up. She didnât know that he would act so arrogantly just to be killed.
If she knew this would happen, she would have never joined Zenithâs side.
âNo, maybe he didnât intend to keep me alive in the first place,â
Lily began to think again.
Still, if she managed to escape from Bless, her chances of survival would increase.
And ever since the division of the Gods began, she had been preparing to leave this place.
-Where are you going in such a hurry?
Right then.
A voice came next to her, and Lily flinched as she moved in the opposite direction.
Tak!
Something hard touched her back, and she gulped as she looked back.
-Why are you so surprised when it isnât just once or twice that we have met?
A man whose entire body was made of light smiled.
Lily moved to get away from him, but her body didnât budge.
-Why are you leaving when it has been a long time since we met?
âL-Leave? Who? I am just looking for something elseâŚâ
-Hahaha. I see. Then I apologize.
As he said that, Ra let go of Lily.
It was a bit embarrassing to be caught, but she didnât show it and asked in her calmest voice.
âBut⌠you, who have never appeared to us before, have something to do with us now?â
-I just wanted to hold a meeting after a long time, but you were not home, so I came here on my own.
â⌠on your own?â
-As you can see, I am not alone.
After that, Raâs body of light, began to wriggle.
-We came together.
Kuaaak!
âS-Spare meee!!â
Lilyâs eyes widened.
A man in the form of an old man and someone looking sharp like a spear came out of Raâs body.
They screamed with faces of pain, and Lily could only stare at them.
Ra said,
-Now, letâs all start the meeting.
âW-WaitâŚ!â
-There will be no pain. RightâŚ
Ra smiled.
-When you are reborn within me, none of your current memories will remain.
âLike a rebirth?â
-Shouldnât you just become my faithful subordinate and fight hard for me? That kind of meeting.
As soon as Ra said that, the light from his body extended out and began to suck Lily in.
As she was being sucked into his body, Ra stood there alone in silence. And he stood still until he split the space open.
A temple covered in gold appeared, and Ra sat on his throne alone.
And he said,
âGather everyone.â
The space tore apart, and the first to appear was Blazer, the Apostle of the Sun. After that, monsters in various shapes appeared.
All of them were beings as strong as the 12 Gods.
They were the creations of Ra.
And he gave orders to his subordinates.
âThis is a situation in which I have high hopes. So you guys, from now onâŚ.â
Ra smiled.
âDeclare that the master of this world has returned. Also, make âDemonic Kingâ Diablo Volfir the enemy of the world and lead him here, and let it be known that the Sun God will punish the Demon King who has stained the path of humans and that I will take on the hopes of mankind.â
Enemy of the world.
Diablo Volfir.
âLet it be known that all those related to the Demon King will be subdued!â