--So tell me... What really matters?

The hypnotic and disinterested voice of the black-haired young man resonated in Sona Sitri's mind like a melody, the requiem of her desires and hopes. The poor teenager felt as if each of the black-haired man's indifferent but true words were daggers that stabbed each other. deep into his body. She had a slight and superficial knowledge about those powerful beings hidden among the crowd, she was aware that her dream, her Raiting Game public school would be a thorn in the side of many conservative or directly discriminatory factions, her position and shield as the Maou Leviathan's beloved sister would not save her eternally because of what she had, NO, she had to form her own strength, her own identity... but what had she done, form a servant of second-hand parts and train them long term expecting results in short?, Accepting Hyoudou Souji with open arms and being complacent, thinking that the latter would always be with her... Just because he shared a physical resemblance with his late wife? Hundreds of questions and his own answers and refutations crowded his mind, but in the end they all came to the same result.

--So...I...really...lost...

Muttering that small, broken sentence, Sona let the tears silently flow as she took a sip of the wine in front of her.

*glup*

--Sitri-ojou-sama~ I see you finally realized it~ congratulations~

A new mockery came from the indifferent voice, in Sona's eyes she no longer saw the black-haired young man but a man with brown hair and platinum blue eyes wearing a lab coat over his casual-looking clothes.

-- What ... do you want from me... Jhoam?

the girl asked.

--Nothing...actually~ I had a plan~ a plan of about a thousand or two thousand years~ I would turn this entire planet into a great ritual~

In the man's hand, a magic circle showed an illusory replica of the planet where points, diagrams and other frames and signs began to appear, explaining and detailing a great ritual magic.

--I would use this entire planet, as well as the sky and the underworld as catalysts and sacrifices... to call my beloved and my daughter... but it will no longer be necessary~

The illusion of the planet that vividly showed how everything alive perished in the most painful and inhuman way possible while a huge magical system that fed on all the pain and suffering evaporated into thin air.

--Natasha is already here... my contract with you was a moment of boredom and weakness~ a slip, but it is no longer necessary for me... at least...

He smiled mockingly making the demon show a little pain in her eyes.

--So it was just a momentary mistake, an insignificant error...

--I wouldn't say that but...

--You are strong enough that it doesn't matter... I am insignificant, small and weak...

--Unfortunately yes.

Sona Sitri, even after having overcome the jungle hell and achieving progression and improvement, still maintained a slight emotional immaturity and a tendency to daydream, beneath everything that was the public image and the cold and refined temperament of the young demon known as The Heiress of the Sitri Clan “Sona Sitri”, there was a small and innocent young girl who wanted and hoped to meet a prince charming, a man who would respect her, protect her and help her grant her dreams. That part of her maintained a strange and tiny but clear illusion or desire that that prince was him, the man in front of her, the man who lived a life of fire and blood, a man who rose on a mountain of corpses erected for himself, a man who even when his hands could not be more full of blood chose to live a life of atonement and dedication to others, a man capable of loving a woman with all his heart, a man who did not care adopt a girl and shower her with unconditional love , she hoped, she longed, in the deepest depths of her heart, that he... would rescue her, protect her, love her... but in the end, he did nothing, she believed naively that being one of the only two pieces that he did not have to search and recruit through endless efforts, strategies and deceptions, they would be faithful, loyal and devoted to his whims, he believed that this was his moment, that the universe had responded to her complaints about the ease and preferential treatment that her friend/rival Rias Gremory received, with whom she earned the title of “Beloved Sister of the Maou” and almost the same political importance from their families but... the reality It's cruel.

*glup*

Another sip of wine and another flow of tears, followed by a long, silent musing, the young woman's amethyst eyes wandering in three points, the indifferent and cold face of the man in front of her, the wine glass in her hand and her own reflection in the cup, a cycle that was perpetuated for several minutes, until the heiress of the Sitri clan was able to reorganize her mind and kill the illusions in her heart, accepting her loss and defeat.

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-- Do you still want... to work... for... Me ?

--I never said I wouldn't do it~ I just won't be your tower...never again...you've lost that right, you couldn't handle me without crossing my bottom line...so...I'm sorry and I don't. I'm sorry, it's your punishment... on the other hand~ I can kill and get out of the way everyone who stands between you and your dream but not for free~

--Will you continue with the Sitris but not with me...?

--Exactly... I can temporarily join one or another Raiting Game if your enemy is too out of the league of your second-rate pieces, admit it... Saji and the others are good but they require a lot of training, training or a situation of imminent war to force their growth and be able to capitalize on their potential, they are good guys in the long term but in the short term, they are just third-rate players or less, garbage pieces when facing real monsters.

--You say it as if you had already seen the future...

Sona replied with anger at the crude and contemptuous opinion about her nobility, which was only responded to with a cold and condescending look.

--Who says I haven't seen it~? Sitri-ojuo-sama~ See the big damn picture, take your smart, pretty little head out of your personal idylls and see the shitty world you live in, there are hundreds of dimensional fissures, hundreds of strays and other criminals and misfits running around here and over there, the church is collapsing alone, the fallen swarm and flutter everywhere, there are Youkais and ghosts from other latitudes running from one place to another as if they were fleeing or taking shelter from something~ Do you know what I see?

The clear and at the same time cryptic words of the being in front of her filled her with a feeling of discomfort and anxiety, she could not tell if it was Souji (the young man) or Jhoam (the doctor) who was in front of her, she could only stay still... seeing how everything around her blurred and the environment changed, showing her the scenes that the being in front of her was talking about, a humanoid shadow with silver-blue eyes.

--Is this the future or...perhaps...this is...?

--It is the present~ I have killed several hundred strays, scared away a dozen heretical priests as well as some groups of fallen, I have interacted with the Youkais and spoken with some... And I must say that...

*glup*

The shadow disappeared and the smiling, mocking figure of Hyoudou Souji materialized in front of her with a glass on his lips.

--War is coming to your door~ Sitri-ojou-sama~ your precious academy will become the detonator, the perfect setting to erect chaos and unleash death throughout this world, the three factions will be able to enter into a deadly dance, depending on the outcome of events~ What wonderful singularity is presented at this point~ Don't you believe it?

irrefutable and undeniable fact, something that would happen by and in the name of providence, something that It was already written in stone.

--You blinded by your desire eh school idyll, noble but myopic to the world, but still better than Gremory~ that stripper is too drowned in her own ego and mother hen narcissism to force herself to heal the psychological wounds of his TRAUMATED nobility~ that stupid thing hides a real monster in that warehouse, that little vampire has enough power to sweep the floor with half of Phoenix's nobility with a little effort, but no, he prefers to have it as an adorable pet to satisfy their own complexes~

--Fufufufufu~...you...really...don't like Rias...right?

--A woman with power, charisma and an exuberant figure, if she had more than just that red hair on her head she would be a great respectable and imposing woman, it's a shame that she only has that hair... so she is just a stripper~ she will get what he wants, in exchange for being just a pair of tits~

*glup*

The black-haired man refilled the glasses and took another drink while showing an illusion of Rias Gremory shooting rays from her breasts.

--Yes... you really hate Rias... at least more than me...

--You're right, I hate Rias, her existence seems degrading to women, just as Issei seems degrading to men, which is why it fills me with humor and annoyance that they are so united in their twisted, pathetic and unkind way. healthy relationship~ anyway... be grateful, Natasha is here so I won't blow up this planet in a fit of rage~

The two young men took a last sip from their glasses before maintaining a slight silence, looking each other in the eyes, the black and amethyst orbs piercing each other.

--Do you really have the power to do that?

--Do you know what the purpose is... GOD's plan for my Sacred Gear?

--God created her to fight against something...

-- More specifically against the Tri-exa... the 666, the final beast of the apocalypse, Call Of Abyss is the safety line, the last counteroffensive, a sacre gear that burns the wearer's vitality in exchange for knowledge and power from the outside...but I am an irregularity...my vitality is literally infinite so I can draw all the knowledge and external power I want~

--A weapon to stop the Tri-exa...that's your identity?

--Just as God sealed two brainless dragons into the red and white sacred gear, he also sealed the remains of the outer beasts as well as his sunken city into a sacred gear and kept it as a last resort, which was a one-shot weapon. shot, now it's a non-metaphorical and literally infinite nuclear bomb machine gun~ I can bring the apocalypse or stop it whenever and however I want Sitri-ojou-sama~

--I see... that's why nothing matters... Are you the end after the end of all time?

--I am Inevitable... Ojou-sama~ Whether I want it or not~ the last word, the last movement and the last act will always be in my hand~

With a light smile the black-haired man got up from his chair and walked slowly towards the window, the sunset was about to end and the gloom was gradually becoming present.

--The actors are arriving on stage, Ojou-sama~ prepare your cast~ since destiny waits for no one~ she will be a dim spectator or she will seek her own glory and recognition~

At the young man's new words, Sona clenched her fists and walked towards the window, looking at the young man seriously and calmly.

--A good look.

--Your price for this work?

--A place at the three-cornered table...

--Three corner table?

--The table, your sister will understand... you have to get the price and she will be happy to pay.

--Deal?

--Deal.