The Enemy Always Wants to Pull Me into a Coffin

Ellie had stayed up late tonight.

    She figured most people would stay up too, as it had been advertised on the official website that after twelve o’clock tonight, you could watch a short mythological film about 10,000 years ago, “The Flowers of Heaven”, produced by Hitomi’s main force, and that the series would continue to be produced in the future to educate the public about the history of 10,000 years ago. Most people know that there were two opposing camps in that period of history, but Ellie felt that probably no one would have witnessed the true force of the Dark Creatures like her.

    Not only were the videos that didn’t involve holograms quick to produce, but they also took not much time to load. So once it hit zero, Ellie opened Hitomi’s newly released video on time. On the dark grey screen, a few scattered crimson flowers slowly drifted down, and the narrator was the voice of Mr. Ruzius, a Saint who had been revived ten thousand years later, with a deep, calm voice.

    [On the day the era began, the goddess scattered the flowers of heaven].

    On the day of the birth of the dark grey world, before the light and darkness were divided, the twin goddesses held each other, and nestled in the clouds overlooking the human world. The blonde-haired goddess, named Galotti, with her sky-coloured dress, was the youngest sister of the twins; the black-haired goddess, named Frenna, with her crimson skirt, was the eldest of the goddesses. The two goddesses have nestled through the long years, looking down on the small, wriggling, no-shape creatures on the ground.

    [How pathetic.]

    Frenna said. She stood up and cut open her palm.

    [partake in my blood, go and think, go and love. There should be thousands of different beings in this world, each with a different melody. I implore you to sing it bravely-]

    The flowing blood of the goddess became crimson flowers that falls downwards onto the earth, and from then on everything in the world had a different appearance –

    This is the Flower of Heaven.

    The engraving does not damage the grace of the goddesses, but rather adds simplicity and charm to it. While Galotti longed for her eldest sister, Frenna always looked at the earth with compassion.

    More gods began to spawn, dancing in ecstasy around the twin goddesses. Galotti swirled joyfully with them before she turned back to her eldest sister and wanted to pull her back.

    [Behold, sister! How happy it is to be a goddess, let the carnival continue together, let us always be together!]

    However, Frenna’s crimson sleeve slipped from her hand and the goddess swayed down to the earth, her eyes reflecting what she had never seen before, beneath that earth, the end of the netherworld –

    The river Styx flowed for ages.

    The Goddess fell in love with the deep surging of the River Styx, with its willingness to bear the full weight of the world’s dead creatures. She untied the veil of the god, leaving the Godhead and its power to her young sister, and embraced the River Styx with infinite love.

    She became the bride of the River Styx.

    From this moment on, the world had light and darkness and morning and evening. Some beings work at sunrise, some at sunset, sometimes diverging, but still loving each other. The goddess Galotti, who was left behind to be formally crowned the God of Light, gazed at the earth and thought of her eldest sister.

    A god slandered her.

    The goddess crouched on the clouds and wept, shedding tears that turned to fire. The fires of divine war reached the banks of the River Styx, and the dark gods who believed in the River Styx fought back. The bodies of the Gods were piled up like a mountain, and the earth creatures also suffered a catastrophe. With tears in her eyes, Frenna left the youngest child with her and sent the three eldest to the earth.

    Leviathan guards the seas so that they do not overflow, so that the creatures can obtain their products from the sea and communicate with the ships; Behemoth hovers over the earth, keeping the cold winds of the north at bay with his body, so that the four seasons on the earth do not change permanently into the severe cold; and Qizhi will always fly high in the sky as his mother’s eyes, watching over all the creatures on the earth.

    But Galotti, whose heart was like gold and iron, believed that she was forgotten and betrayed by her elder sister, and she would certainly take her revenge!

    The two goddesses fought on the banks of the River Styx. Galotti had the greatest divine power and the highest authority, but such a power could not harm the goddess, who had thrown herself into the River Styx. She was unwilling and wept bitterly, crying out to the River Styx…

    [You! You have abandoned me!]

    She cut the Styx River with her sword and also cut the skirt of the goddess floating in the Styx River. The waves tossed and the skirts swayed, and the one who came to her with a gauzy fishtail was the youngest child of the goddess, a little red fish, whose every stroke was like the skirts they had fluttered among the gods in their carnival.

    Turns out, she had never been forgotten.

    The slander of the God of Deception was broken.

    The twin goddesses clung to each other just like they had sat in the clouds at the beginning. They recounted to each other the events since their separation, for three thousand days and nights. At the end of the three thousand long nights, the goddesses made a pact that the gods of heaven would disappear and leave the world to the creatures of the earth.

    However, despite the gods’ departure, the slanderous words still spread hatred across the earth.

    Under the shadow of the purple slander, a huge wheel appears in the picture, crushing through the forests and the lakes, through the busy cities and towns, and more and more dead bodies roll into it. Black and white collide in the picture, and the black moon and the white sun alternate. In the daytime, surrounded by wings and horns, the old man in front of the Temple raises his sceptre and shouted out the grand plan for a thousand years; in the black moon, with horns and scaly armour, the young man with bat wings on his back reveals his fangs and calls for eternal darkness.

    The wheel rolls forward, blood and death follows, and gradually the fire climbs above them. The voice of the Saint calmly narrates the chronology of the war, while the background sounds were endless wails and cries of sorrow.

    [At last, the day when the era ended. ……]

    [It was not the flowers that fell.]

    The screen went dark and only the rain of fire trailed downwards in a long trailing flame, landing with a roar, and then there was silence.

    Alessio looked at the documents scattered all over the floor and said nothing. He raised his hand as the papers floated up under his mental control and folded back up on the coffin. Ruzius was also silent, only his hand exerted so much force on the coffin that his knuckles turned white.

    “So, now we know the truth.”

    Alessio said calmly, raising his eyes to look at Ruzius, who was also looking at him. Alessio was really bad at reading people’s emotions. He was just as straightforward and honest as he always was and did not read.

    “It is good.”

    Alessio had always believed that knowing the cause was the beginning of the solution, and since the extinction was due to the collapse of the Three Pillars of Darkness, and the current imbalance of light and darkness must be the aftermath, he would try to see if something like the Three Pillars of Darkness could be erected again. He guessed that some Dark Creatures might play a rather important role, such as the werewolf and the Lich he had seen earlier, both of whom were former guardians of the Three Pillars and with whom he was relatively familiar.

    Alessio even perked up a little at the challenging goal. Seeing that the Saint was staring at him unblinkingly, he simply held out his hand.

    “Would you like to join?”

    The Vampire’s hand was spread out right in front of him, and the sharp pain in his left eye became more and more vivid, almost at the level of punishment, letting him know just how shaken his heart was at that moment.

    The sacred, noble world had collapsed, and he had been an accomplice to its destruction, yet the vampire had said nothing about it. He didn’t think it was because the vampire didn’t care about the destruction of the last era, more like he didn’t think he’d be an accomplice and was very motivated and ready to start his next move.

    “I know, given your personality, your heart must be filled with guilt at this point.” Alessio considered Psycho’s personality and tried to appease him. It was the first time he had done something like comforting the psycho, as psycho was usually completely calm by the time he appeared before him.

    “Then, according to your idea, you joining the gang can be regarded as atoning for your crime, though I don’t think you walked through the whole plan of the Temple ……” Alessio thought his guess was very likely, after all, it was impossible for psycho not to get into things.

    His hand was still outstretched in a welcoming gesture, the Saint gave him a deep look and raised his own hand.

    “I’ll …… do my best.”

    Before he could put his hand up, Alessio abruptly withdrew it. Ruzius thought he went back on his word, but the vampire came closer and stared earnestly into his left eye.

    “There’s something shiny in your left eye.”

    “!”

    “Are you moved to tears?”

    “……”

    Not like that!

    Alessio was really curious as to what it was that was shining in the psycho’s eye. He really hadn’t seen it before, which shouldn’t be. So he simply reached out, trying to hold the psycho down to open his eyes to see what it was.

    “Don’t move it!” Ruzius’ complexion changed slightly. The pain in his left eye was at its peak. In the pupils of the Vampire’s eyes, which were filled with astonishment, he saw the long, spiked chain unfurling, one end of which was lodged deep in his left eye, and the end of the chain was swinging like a living creature, almost like some kind of evil thing!

    [It’s either black or white in the eyes of the Saint.]

    He suddenly thought of this sentence.

    Alessio’s expression was also solemn. He could guess that it was probably a prop used by the Temple to control the hunters. Because the psycho’s faith had been seriously shaken by learning the truth, so it came out as a punishment. He didn’t know if he could save the other man’s eyes by doing it now, but the consequences would be worse if he didn’t try.

    He then reached out towards the long chain flying through the air, his soothing movements changing halfway through, and clutched the snake-like thing with a swift grip. The spikes pierced his palm, but Alessio’s expression remained unchanged as he wrapped it around his hand several times in a smooth motion.

    The blood of the Vampire stained the chain as if it were some kind of infection, and the translucent white chain appeared in a pattern of deep red flowers. On the other side of the room, Ellie, who was playing “The Flower of Heaven” on a loop, sniffed her nose as the scene came to the goddess cutting her palm and scattering the Flowers of Heaven, the narrator’s voice was calm.

    [On the day of the beginning of the era, the goddess scattered the Flowers of Heaven.]

    “What the hell ……” Alessio tightly grasped the long chain that kept twisting, showing his fangs in pain, but it also aroused his ferocity to pull the disgusting thing out!

    “Pull!” Ruzius echoed, enduring great pain, “Even if I lose this eye!”

    Alessio had no more scruples. His hands were ready to move. From his direction, he could already see the true nature of the object lodged in the Saint’s eye, a translucent wedge. The long chain of frantically struggling spikes waved everywhere. Alessio was about to make his move when he saw the cold sweat on the Saint’s forehead and lowered his eyelashes gently.

    He remembered the Saint, who had always appeared calm and collected before him. He had never known if the other man was in pain.

    “Give me your hand.”

    He said softly. The Vampire’s fangs were showing slightly on his lips.

    “I will give you bliss.”