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Chapter 16: Don't turn back and repeat the past my [][][][][][][]
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CONTENT WARNING:
This chapter contains a brief but intensely graphic vision of fatal violence inflicted upon two central characters. The imagery is explicit, specific, and designed to convey a visceral consequence of failure within the narrative.
Reader discretion is strongly advised.
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A man walking in the air towards the border of the Hakurei Barrier. His vision started to blur each step, a backlash sign of soul exchange he used to cleanse the narrative corruption. Suddenly a hand held his arm from behind. He stopped, but he did not look back.
"Let go of me." he demanded, his voice losing its willingness. The woman who gripped his arm. "No. You cannot. Nowa. At least listen to me. That primordial Go—"
"What's the point? It's right. And what I have dragged myself here that I thought was just a connection." A silent pause. "But I did not think this was a paradise for women. That was all what you said about completion right? Was to use the women to make me… Care."
"That primordial fool is a force of nature, not a being of nuance!" Yukari's grip on his arm tightened, her knuckles whitening. "It understands threats and order, not compassion or sacrifice! Did Marisa's curiosity seem like a tactic? Did Reimu's suspicion feel like a seduction? You saw them! Is your own judgment so weak that a single ignorant accusation erases all of that?"
She took a sharp, ragged breath, all pretense shattering. "The 'completion' was a gamble that a place of life and second chances could remind a wounded man that he was more than a weapon. I was not using the women of Gensokyo. I was hoping its community could heal you. And you were letting it."
Nowa was silent, his form flickering like a faulty lightbulb. A soft pop of air, and only Reimu and Marisa breathed again.
"—eh?!" Marisa stumbled mid-air. "Huh? Where'd the Old-timer go?" She spun around, finding the air in the courtyard empty.
Reimu's feet touched the ground, her senses screaming. "Temporal stasis," she hissed, her head whipping around. Her eyes locked onto the scene at the edge of the Hakurei barrier: Yukari, desperately clinging to Nowa's arm, and Nowa himself, his outline dissolving into static distortion.
"What happened? Why is the old hag holding—" Marisa asked, but Reimu was already moving.
"Later. Look at him." Nowa was flickering, becoming translucent. "Let's go. Now," Reimu commanded, launching herself forward.
"Uh, Reimu?" Marisa's voice was low, stripped of all its usual bravado. She wasn't looking at Nowa anymore. She was pointing a trembling finger at the sky behind them.
Reimu followed her gaze. The colossal, draconic eye hung in the heavens, a silent, golden judgment.
"Is that…?" Marisa whispered, the truth dawning with horrifying clarity. The god had spoken. And Nowa was leaving.
'The Dragon God? Why here? Why now?' Reimu ignored the eye in the sky and flew towards Nowa and Yukari. "Hey! Don't leave me behind!" Marisa followed and flew with her magical broom
Reimu placed herself in front of him, not bothering with grace, and immediately thrust the tip of her Gohei towards Nowa's chest, not to strike, but to pin him in place with her authority. "Hold it. Beckitzer." Her gaze snapped to Yukari. "Yukari. What's going on?"
"Yeah, tell us!" Marisa skidded to a halt beside them, her eyes wide, looking from Nowa's flickering form to the celestial eye. "Why is he flickering out? Why is there an eye in the sky, why did the world stop…?" Her voice trailed off as she really looked at Nowa's face. The empty eyes, the utter lack of his usual dismissive smirk. Her voice dropped to a horrified whisper. "And why is he so… hollow?"
Before Yukari could form a reply, Nowa let out a low, weary sound that was almost a laugh. His eyes, dull and resigned, met Reimu's.
"Ask your god," he murmured, his voice barely audible. "It gave me my verdict. I'm just… complying."
Reimu's eyes widened a fraction. She didn't look away from him, but her Gohei wavered slightly. "What verdict?"
Yukari found her voice, sharp and laced with a panic they rarely heard. "That primordial simpleton accused him of coming here to… to dominate the women of Gensokyo. To build a harem. It said his 'completion' was a sick joke."
A beat of stunned silence.
Then, Marisa exploded. "HE DID WHAT?!" She whirled around, shaking her fist at the colossal eye in the sky. "YOU BIG, STUPID, GLOWING JERK! HE WAS MAKING ME A ROOMBA! A ROOMBA! WHAT KIND OF HAREM STRATEGY IS THAT?!"
Reimu didn't yell. She went perfectly still, her face a mask of cold, terrifying fury. 'Our… God, said that…? That's impossible… This must be a mistake, I must stop him from leaving. I need answers on what's going on.' She slowly lowered her Gohei. The air around her began to hum with suppressed power.
"Beckitzer," she said, her voice dangerously calm. "Look at me." He didn't. "Look. At. Me."
His hollow gaze reluctantly met hers.
"That thing," she said, jabbing a finger towards the sky, "is a force of nature. It is a hammer, and it sees every problem as a nail. It is an idiot." She took a step closer, her voice dropping, but losing none of its intensity. "I am the Hakurei Miko. I decide what is a threat to Gensokyo. Not it. And I am telling you, its judgment is worthless."
She glanced at Marisa, who was still fuming, then back to Nowa. "You passed my test. You fought with control. You showed respect. You helped clean my shrine." Her eyes narrowed. "So you have a choice. You can listen to that ignorant lump of principles, turn your back, and let it be right, prove that you're the monster it thinks you are."
She leaned in, her final words a challenge and a plea all together. "Or you can stay, and help me prove it wrong."
He however wasn't listening. His thoughts were so hollowed that the only thing he could see in front of him was his child self, crying and angry.
The child-self spoke. "Why are you letting our chance go? Why? Why!"
"Because. We were born a monster," the man whispered to the child in his mind. "We killed Amy because we are a monster. The world gave us Voidflame not as a gift, but as a monument to that awakening. A story of grief. We don't belong in any story… Not even Chris's."
"LIAR!" the child-self shrieked with raw, untamed pain. "Then why did you enjoy yourself before?! Why let us grow strong, if not to fight? Why let them into our story?!"
The man had no answer.
"We promised!" the child screamed, the memory of an adoptive mother's smile and his aunt's disdained face at him flashing in their shared mind. "We promised Aunt Mia, even when she hates us! We promised Mama Amy we'd never become what destroys the innocent! So WHY are we here? To suffer? To die?"
The child's voice cracked, becoming a razor-sharp whisper in their soul. "You want to die? Then use the flame and be done! But you didn't! You take the hits. You let the wounds bleed. You never activate the runes to protect yourself. Do you like the pain? Does it finally make the noise in our head stop?!"
A hollow truth escaped the man's lips. "...No, that's not it. Because once we are dead… there will be no more pain. It's the only gift for anyone. I will unmake heaven and hell. If life is cruel, why should the afterlife be any different?"
His fist clenched, and black Voidflame, the fire that unmade settings and erased history, burst forth, not as heat, but as chilling, silent negation. He walked towards the space between the story text and YOU.
"I will end this running bullshit of a gag story."
The flame ˡⁱᶜᵏᵉᵈ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉᵈᵍᵉˢ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵃʳᵃᵍʳᵃᵖʰ, ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵒʳᵈˢ ᵇᵉᵍⁱⁿⁿⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ᵇˡᵘʳ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵖⁱˣᵉˡᵃᵗᵉ ᵃˢ ⁱᶠ ᶠᵃᶜⁱⁿᵍ ᵃ ᶜᵒˢᵐⁱᶜ ᵇᵃᶜᵏˢᵖᵃᶜᵉ ᵏᵉʸ. ᴴᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᵍʳᵃᵇᵇⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉˣⁱˢᵗᵉⁿᶜᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵗᵒʳʸ, ⁿᵒᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵉᵈⁱᵗ ⁱᵗ, ᵇᵘᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵘʳⁿ ⁱᵗˢ ᵛᵉʳʸ ᵐᵃⁿᵘˢᶜʳⁱᵖᵗ.
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You… I know you're out there… Watching, reading this story… Was the completion a complete joke? Do I look like a womanizer to you? Am I a joke to you? Was my life filled with agony and death of my loved ones, joke to you? Whatever. It doesn't matter anymore… I'm ending this novel...…
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His breath hitched as he let go of this between the story and YOU, the Flame that nearly burned the manuscript flickered out. "Ma…ma?"
He spun, but there was nothing. Only the echo of a memory.
And then the world changed.
The serene shrine was gone. In its place was a smoldering crater. The sky was the color of blood and ash. And there, before him, stood his reason for living and his reason for dying.
Reimu Hakurei, the unflappable Miko, was crucified on the shattered frame of her own Torii gate, her head or once a place of head now gone, impaled on a stick, atop the brokened wreckage of once a shrine. Beside her, Marisa Kirisame was pinned to the earth, all her limbs were nailed down, her beloved mini-hakkero lying broken in the dirt. This was Gensokyo. This was their future. The future he chose.
Amy's voice commanded, final and absolute, activated the 50ms Author without his consent. "𝒱𝒾𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝒸𝑒: 50𝓂𝑜𝒹𝓊𝓁𝑒𝓈 𝒜𝓊𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓇, 𝒶𝒸𝓉𝒾𝓋𝑒. 𝒯𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓈𝑒𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒸𝒽𝑜𝒾𝒸𝑒. 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓁𝓁𝒶𝓅𝓈𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓇𝑜𝑜𝓉. 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝑒𝓃𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝒷𝓇𝒶𝓃𝒸𝒽𝑒𝓈. 𝒩𝑜𝓌. 𝒢𝑜."
The gruesome vision vanished. Nowa Beckitzer snapped back to reality with a violent gasp. A searing pain lanced through his skull, and twin trails of hot blood streamed from his eyes, both the price of a truth he could no longer unsee and the backlash of his own godforbid gift.
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...Right…
I will let this story run. Whoever you are out there. Or you are the author. I want a better story. Not some dogshit story. I will let this simpleton hollow order of a "Dragon God" joke aside. I know it is a command rule to reject Ontological beings. The real "Dragon God" one is hiding, sleeping somewhere.
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:THE STORY WAS SPARED. THE LEGEND CONTINUES:
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Amy Y. Beckitzer - Art soon!
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