Devil Equinox Chapter 76: CONCLUSION?

My edge was lost; I had lost people close to because I was scared to lose control. Afraid of the monster I am. Afraid of the monster's strength that even surpasses the limits I have never known existed. Yet, I had conditioned myself to use less than I would use.

In what I could presu was Origus's office, I looked through the papers again. I had taken a few, I thought were evidence of the organization itself. She had left the room, leaving on the ground. 'She had ti to kill . She even had the opportunity,' the thought cycled through my mind.

Dwelling on it didn't seem beneficial from my view, so I left it unattended.

Treading through mansion-like hallways, empty and cold. I found more rooms. So were cramped and small, others were like lounges, large enough for twenty people at a ti. They were all fitted with smooth and white boards, written on them equations I could not understand, but they had one symbol on the far-right corner, and it read death to all. It wasn't in any known language in the world, a variation of the demon writing, but I had no idea which.

I carried on searching for the three people I cared for through each of the rooms.

A peculiar pair stopped before a large door, and on it read Gate One. I turned around to find who I believed to be twins. The male between them looked familiar, from his hair to his posture.

His dark hair shone in the light, seemingly glossed. His eyes were dull and blood red. He had a crooked smile, and his teeth were razor-sharp as he was grinning, his ears pointy at the tips, telling he was an elf, but he was giving off an odd aura. It felt like hatred. A strong hatred. His body was frail, his skin delicate. Clothed in a dical gown worn by ill patients, he dressed the part.

His sister, in contrast to him, had no facial expression. Her eyes were pearly white, her hair white, absorbing the light instead. "Why are you analysing us?" the girl asked . I paused for a bit.

"You have been standing there for so ti, so it ans you were analysing us and thinking of what to do next, weren't you. Lying will only make angry,"

"…"

The boy leapt toward , and I slapped him with the back of my hand into the wall beside. After crashing into the wall, he cried, 'He hit !' His sister stood beside him while he cried. The only problem with that is that she did not walk toward him.

She was wearing the sa gown as her brother. She knelt beside him, her right hand on his left cheek. He was teary, then stopped when he felt his sister's warm care.

When I blinked, she stood in front of , her hand reaching into my chest. She grabbed one of my three hearts, and she tried to pull it out; however, I grabbed her arm and crushed it. She only winced at the pain. Instead of crying out, she fought to free herself by pulling her broken arm away.

Her flesh was slowly tearing as she used her strength to pull away from my hand. She severed the blood vessels in her arm. Blood was flowing out of her arm and onto . She released herself, grabbed her brother, and vanished.

I stood there looking at the empty hallway, pulling her hand out of my chest, and dropping it on the floor. My chest now left with a hole, with blood occasionally flowing out of it.

The halls I continued to walk down progressively to build up a strong atmosphere. Hatred, regret, despair, and so on added to the dense atmosphere. It was a familiar atmosphere I had known for years, and it was recreated here.

The Harlem left an impression so deep that not even the halls could keep it contained in their respective rooms.

A silhouette walked out of the shadows of the halls behind as I stood before a room that was locked away heavily, unlike the other rooms that I had co across. The silhouette snickered behind .

"Well, who do I have the pleasure of appearing before?" they spoke. I stood there and turned my head. The figure was in the light enough and only saw their fiery red hair. I drooped my shoulders and turned around.

"What tricks do you portray besides pissing off?" I asked him.

I didn't realise how much of a freak show he had made down here. First that pale woman, then the twin, and now this! To top it all of I rely entertain them by being around them. "Look, I don't have ti for this shit, and I have already dealt wi-"

Bang! A gun fired from behind . I didn't feel anything; my body was unscathed. Then I heard a voice struggling to breathe, saying, "K-k-kaise-er what a-a-are y-y-you doing?" The individual giggled and told the human, "I am on a play date, and you are ruining it!" When I looked back, the human's body was lifeless as Kaiser crushed his neck and let him go.

"Aw! Poor Siri ddling in affairs she can't handle," he spoke with a bright smile. "So, what should we do next?"

My face twisted into rage. His words felt vile to hear, and so I didn't waste ti to execute them. Their head rolled on the floor, but their body stood up still. Wait, have we seen this before? Shit! I can't do it any faster.

"Hey, mister, could you give my head back to my body?" Kaiser spoke. I tilted my head to the side, befuddled.

Then another walked in quietly. "Kaiser, hurry up, we don't have the leisure to play," the familiar voice spoke. I knew it was her, but she had a serenity with her. She grabbed Kaiser's head and put it back on his body. It then rebuilt the tissue connection I severed.

"Give him his 'friends,' and kill those demons outside," she commanded. Kaiser let out a loud, exasperated gasp and spoke, "What do you an? I thought we let them out to play and to carry out the master's plan!"

"Do as I say! And you, I have grown a liking for you in the ti we have spent. I will give you this gift as gratitude," she spoke, almost apologetically.

"Why are you doing this?" I asked her, after carefully thinking about her words. She looked as if she were faintly smiling.

"Take it as you want, hero," she replied.

In her defence, it detailed an interest in , yet knowing she couldn't get to at all.

"Oh, and by the way, this building will now be under my control. Master always had a place for here and planned to transfer power to anyway. I hope to see you another ti, hero." She told . Using her power, she had dragged Kaiser with her and went on ahead.

I tried to follow her, but sothing pulled back. Was it a sense of so sort? I didn't plan to figure it out.

After what felt like two hours, the demons in the city were killed, and my team and I were leaving the city. Celine was her na, and she told that this was her retribution for the horrors caused by Origus in his revenge plot.

General Mynde and I split ways, and he promised to keep the governnt off our backs. I had to leave my team for the ti being to investigate the organization that had been working with my DNA alone. In the days of work, everything ca to a close, but at what cost?

Oh! Reader, are you still here? I will tell you this. In another dinsion, there was a city in ruin, the sky befallen by ash-filled rain. A lesser version of Ravedos, one of the few remaining ones, was dragging themselves from a being. This being could not be described by anything other than the plague of realms.

He travelled across multiple dinsions, destroying them one by one. His goal was to kill all the demon-angels across the dinsions.

This Ravedos was scarred and then was stabbed by this creature with a sword forged from the strength of a black hole. It absorbed sothing from him. "How futile?" it asked. Ravedos groaning in pain. "All of you fight the sa way. It is disappointing that you are called the most powerful in your realm and yet are killed by a re insect to you." He told him. He forced it deeper into the ground.

Kneeling beside his foe, he grabbed him by the hair on his head, pulled him up, and whispered in his ear, "You are just a waste of my ti. I could've done you the favour of destroying your universe, including you, but you had to struggle. Pitiful," he said, throwing his head down on the ground.

He tried to utter a word through his groaning, but was struggling to. "Speak up! You don't have much ti either way!" The plague demanded.

Slowly turning his head to look at the plague, gritting his teeth hard, and breathing erratically, the words escaped his mouth. "The chosen of all of us will beat you." He said as he breathed his final breath.

Rising off the ground, he dislodged his blade from the corpse, and spoke, "I have heard so much of this chosen and yet I have never seen him. I may be closer than I think."

Author's Note: Thank you guys, for staying so long with the novel. I know that my irregular schedule makes you forget about the story and I apologise for that. I am quite occupied with other things besides working on the novel and so I hope you understand. BTW I am not done with the story.