AN: So, it's the epilogue. Some things to warn you about.

I lied. XD basically, the prologue was actually a way of misdirecting you. If you really want to know how everything lines up, you can open the prologue in another tab and compare events...or not. Anyway, 18+ warning.

This one is FUCKED, UP. I think it's the first time I've included anything remotely close to sex, except I skipped a lot of steps...

I mean, I really outdid myself. I've actually had the first draft written since chapter 20-something, but I didn't use it until now. And then, guess what?

I lost all my progress half-way through writing the real thing, so I rewrote it again.

Just let that sink in, that I've written this whole thing three times.

Now, the music I listened to while writing this, and one of my favorite songs by one of my favorite artists.

"All the best people are crazy."

Indeed...

Oh, right click and loop is really helpful. ;)

WARNING: MAJORLY FUCKED-UP SCENARIO INCOMING, IF YOU DISLIKE PATRICIDE, MATRICIDE, PARRICIDE, SORORICIDE, RAPE, LOLIS, INCEST, NARCISSISM, BESTIALITY, GROPING, OR VIOLENCE,

Honestly, how'd you even make it this far? Also, this contains all of the above. And more.

Enjoy. ^^

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Lichs' POV

Ah...I'm back in here.

After Jelkrish had brutally visected Raphael, he'd set aside a couple rooms and let the Jos' attempt to heal themselves and Plain. Poor guy, he arrived late, came in, delivered his lines, then got owned the next moment.

As for the fight afterward...well, I think I gained a new understanding of the phrase "curb stomp."

And now, after drinking a bunch of Raphaels' blood, I felt much better. Hey, it was just laying there. He obviously didn't need it anymore. And...Jelkrish said he enjoyed watching me lick the floor. Hah, even though he's dead, he's still an old man. My body would take a while to heal, so I'd sat down for a while. I'd turned eighteen two days ago, but I didn't want to tell the Jo's and Plain since they wouldn't believe me...while I was thinking of how to convince them I wasn't a child,  mana-exhaustion had knocked me out.

Locked doors flanked me on either side, while a long hall extended before me. I took a brief look behind, and saw a large door surrounded by bones. They were dripping with blood.

Well. Glad to see even my brain is a bit of a nut when it comes to gore.

I set off walking. I passed paintings filled with frozen trees, a vase depicting a solid lake with tentacles extending from the surface. A carpet filled with living and dead soldiers, in a long line of death. From where I started, at the end, a large amount of dead soldiers sat around a lonely girl. As I continued, the dead came back to life, and eventually, there were no dead men anymore.

I looked up, and saw a picture of a game board, a king playing with a monster. As I continued, I slowly realized something. As I reached a small bowl, I reached inside and took some of the fruit. The bowl had a simple drawing of a tree, yet roots extended out, up the ceiling, around the paintings, sometimes even invading them and altering the image.

I dropped the fruit, and kept going. Eventually, I reached a large wall-painting. Three men knelt, like prisoners at the chopping block, while the monster impaled them with four spikes. Three were of ice, but the forth...the image had been scratched out, like someone had hacked at the paint with a knife.

I looked a little back, to see a few small figurines set up. A majestic Paladin was leaning down, letting the devil speak an engels' words into his ear. I went back, and picked up the small figurine of the paladin. A name came to mind.

Trespin. What's that? Not a person, a place. Meh, I don't know where, so whatever. I continued down the hallway.

Ah...that door. The one crawling with tentacles, and full of spikes. A root had come near, yet it had withered. Strange. I ignored the padlocked-door, and continued.

And then...i entered a room.

It was a strange room, one that was divided in two. On the right, wo/man with tie-dyed clothing was happily eating lettuce, with very humble chair, a few wall decorations, and a half-table. the other half was missing, along with the other half-room. In its' place, a dark abyss with a single object gently floating and spinning was all I could see. The bow was black like a beetles' shell, yet glowing chasms made it seem as if it were filled with magma to the bursting point, while thorns adorned its' length. A single red thread completed the image.

I looked from one side to another, confused. Transy sipped some tea, then waved. A wooden stool appeared between the two sides.

"Why don't you have a seat?"

I walked towards the stool, and sat down. Then sighed.

"I'm totally insane, huh?"

Transy smiled. "Completely. Though, me and senior over there aren't delusions, I'll have you know."

I nodded. "Right, right. So, what are you?"

"Demons, summoned and then dominated by you, then forced into the two rings you now wear."

I held up my hands. Sure enough, a ring decorated both of my hands. I barely notice them, since they don't weight anything, and, well, I'm sorta a corpse. I looked back at Transy.

"So you and...senior, over there, are demons I summoned?"

S/he smiled like a teacher that had finally taught a half-wit how to say, 'I'm an idiot.' "Exactly! You didn't actually use all of the power generated from the sacrifice of thirteen virgins, so you used the remaining power to summon us."

"Ah, cool. One problem...I don't remember any of that."

Transy flinched. "Well, i guess, that's kinda, and well-"

"Let me take this."

I turned towards the floating bow, but no, it didn't say anything. Transy gestured behind me, so I turned...

It's...a mirror?

There, in front of me, stood a small girl. Long black hair, red eyes, pointed fangs, and an umbrella held over her shoulder. Except, I lost my umbrella when Raphael hit me...

The other me titled her head, then came forward. The words that came out of her mouth were..."I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry."

I felt sorta slack-jawed, then turned back to Transy. He just smiled, and pulled out some popcorn. Unbuttered, of course. I turned back to the other me.

"Um...hi. What are you, like, my alter-ego?" Behind me, Transy snickered.

In front of me, I showed myself a warm smile. "Kind of. But you have it backwards.

You're my altar-ego. I'm the personality our body was born with."

I felt a little confused, a little scared, and a lot like the ceiling was now the floor and everything was tilted. And...everything was. My other self chuckled.

"I'm glad a part of me can be so honest. This is the minds' world, and your state of mind controls it. Well, not to say I can't.

Suddenly, the world was back to normal, even though I remained confused.

"So...I'm...an insane-psychopaths' crazed delusion?"

I chuckled, and patted my head. "No. Well, not anymore. When I was little, I was the only one I could talk to, you see. And me was just so kind, you eventually offered to just...let me rest. But, even while I laid down, I was worried.

And rightly so.

Me was just so kind, me was soft, warm, caring...so when me met my family, things didn't go well.

Me, that is to say, you, went mad. In a fit of rage, you used our magic to kill off our tormentors-in other words, our family, the blacksmith, and eventually the whole village. That was what prompted you to leave and seek a city."

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"What...no, I didn't kill anyone. Before I died, I didn't even know I could use magic!"

I smiled even kinder, and held me to her chest. I was too shocked to resist, and I continued in a small voice.

"Me was so kind...after years of taking our brothers' abuse, when you couldn't take it, when they were going to kill you, you slaughtered them all. Poison was like blood in their veins. You couldn't handle having killed someone, it almost destroyed me. I covered up the memory, and replaced it with something more suitable. You almost went insane, but I protected you."

"No!"

I held my head, and patted the top with I's left hand. She spoke into my ear.

"The same happened with our sisters...one day, while they were forcing the animals to take advantage of you, you infected everyone...the plague spread to far, too fast. I took control and redirected it to the next village, but I didn't save our sisters. No, I couldn't...me was too thorough. Me was like the sun, shining brightly while defending I...!I had to protect me, save me, so I did a quick slip, and covered up the memory, replaced it with something believable...

"No...!"

The right hand began to massage my back. My body couldn't move, me melted into I's body, and the left hand slipped to the back of my head.

"...Because I love you. Mothers' favorite hobby was starving us. She would tie us up until we begged and begged, and one day, she had left us for four days. We would soon die. So me protected I...! Me disabled mothers' stpmach, and she starved while eating a feast that never seemed to fill her...me did this, all for I. I love me. Me has an ironic sense of justice, and I love it. But I made you forget, to keep myself smiling, to make me happy. All for me."

"No..."

I was now whispering into my ear, my left hand caressing my neck, while I's right hand slipped lower...and lower...and I realized I could feel.

"Me is a hero...my savior. When me felt that father had raped and beaten us enough, me turned him inside out, and forced him to rape himself...! Does me know why I love this one particularly? Because it's the first time me smiled while killing someone...! <3 But no, I needed you to forget. To protect myself, to save myself, because I love myself.

"N..."

The right hand slid lower, finally reaching the bottom, and began to move...back and forth. I didn't just feel, I was sensitive, and then I licked my ear. Swirling around, the teeth sometimes touching.

"Step-mother was too tragic...She actually loved us. She cared for us, she treated us like her own children. The most tragic of it all was that me didn't know what love was. Me couldn't take it, so me lured step-mother to an orc-camp, and watched them take everything from her...wanna know what I love most? Me slaughtered the whole horde without even knowing why she wanted to...! So romantic <3, I love myself, I love me. I made me forget the bad, and left only the good. Yes, the love, I left the love."

"O..."

The right hand continued sliding back and forth, while the left had come to the front, eagerly caressing every inch. I's tongue slid down my neck, licking at my throat.

"But, a family took you in. A blacksmith let you become an apprentice. What happened? Why isn't anything wrong? Oh, poor me! Me looked happy, but I knew better...I knew what me liked best, so when that filthy slut cheated on me, I let myself remember, remember enough to burn everything and everyone<3! Me was so lovely while jealous, I could barely hold I back from myself..."

"No...!"

Myself writhed, but I couldn't muster any strength to resist I. I had complete control of myself, and I began to bite my neck. Not playful nibbles, but like an animal eats its' prey. Blood ran down my neck.

"The blacksmith was the worst...for years, me put up with giving 'favors.' All so me could learn. But I love that me did it all for I...I love me so much, I couldn't let it continue! The blacksmith asked for too much, so me ripped him into pieces<3. But no, no, I couldn't let me remember, not if I wanted to protect myself, I love me! Why did I have to wait so long!?"

"No..."

I was ripping out my throat, gulping down the flesh, drinking the blood, tasting the meat, high on love. Me couldn't do anything.

"I love myself<3! I love myself<3! I love my taste, my mind, my body, my flavor...but what's funny, is that none of the misfortune should have happened to me. It should have been I.

Because I'm a piece. A piece of something. I don't know what, but god is afraid. Isn't that funny? God is terrified of I! But that doesn't matter now, all I want...is...to...gobble...me...up<3! Ehehe~"

I finally gained strength. I grabbed the head buried in my flesh, and threw it away. I stumbled back, and held my throat. Even though I'm bleeding so much, I haven't gotten anymore dizzy.

In fact...

I'm awake. More alert, awake, alive, than I have been.

For a long, long time.

In front of me, I...no, a monster crouched. Blood stained her face, and a smile painted her lips. Chunks of flesh and skin showed in between her teeth, and she laughed even while twitching.

"Hmm~? What's w~rong, me<3? Me is so tasty, I c-a-n-'t re~sist!!!

I stumbled back towards the abyss side of the room. The demons simply looked on, not saying anything.

"Get away from me! I don't know you!"

The monster froze. The smile fell, and tears gathered in her eyes. "M-me...me don't...love I? But I love me!"

It started coming towards me, I stopped at the edge of the abyss, and looked into the monsters eyes. It stopped.

"M-me...?"

I smiled. "Don't be afraid. Me will love I, just tell me what I am."

I broke out into a huge smile, and jumped up and down. "Me loves I!! Me loves I! Oh, of course me, I'll tell you!

Me is a part! One of seven! Shattered from battle, and thrown across the universe, I am...Persona! Yes, that is I's name! D...does me love I now?"

I smiled back at the monster, then held out my left hand.

"Pierce and Devour, Azkriel!"

And...nothing happened. For a second, Persona simply stood still. Then she grinned.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! IN I'S MIND, I IS KING! HAHAHAHAHA!"

Persona jumped towards me, and extended her hands. I grabbed her arms, then threw her over my shoulder, and into the abyss.

For a long time, I watched the monster disappear into the darkness. From behind, Transy began clapping. I turned to him, and he let out a conniving smile.

"Well done. I guess I have a new master, at least until that other one can climb back out...you really aren't a sheep, huh?"

I shrugged. "Well, I just did something I've wanted to do for a long time."

Transy smiled. "What?"

I grinned back. "I threw myself off a cliff."

Transy laughed, then waved a hand. something appeared on the half-table.

"Here, let's celebrate a successful suicide attempt."

"Hurray, cake!"