Perosa

[Oyster.]

All of you who pitied me in academy, all of you that turned away and pretended that I didn't exist...

You can't imagine how strong I've become.

The devil himself, outsmarted by me; a solitary brilliance that exists only inside me! Ah,

but i deny it

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. . .

Perhaps I can use it just a little. This power, radiating with true love.

Don't turn away from me!

These eyes of mine aren't the same as before.

They are shared by a man claiming divinity. I wonder, is that alright? If I bask in his glory, will enough of it beam into me to satisfy me? It's loathsome, looking at all the happiness, tribulation and tension that makes a human being unique.

Maybe... It should just all disappear?

A raging inferno, the flames of the dragon; earth and lava rent before me. Stolen mana. Still, no one is looking at me. Do they avert my eyes out of pity? Can't they see what I can achieve? Ah, but I still have to see everything...

I have to see Him, who lords across the entire world, object of my Love ...

And I had to see Asher Quinn die.

Ah, isn't there something to envy even there?

These eyes of mine aren't the same as before.

What are you so angry about? Ah, your brother is dead. Of course I feel remorse. These are eyes that were once kind, that are still kind, but tainted by powerlessness. Pitiful orbs that couldn't comprehend a sliver of divinity.

There's a certain level of peace to be found in such an existence, isn't there?

Between the two of them. . .

Pure love? Or teenage attachment that refuses to part?

Pure love . . .

Wonderful... Wonderful ... Wonderful wonderful wonderful wonderful wonderful wonderful wonderful