Devil's Music

A world of black and white where everything but one demon, one human, has stopped.

The 200,000 spectators stopped as they danced and jumped, and all the helicopters flying in the sky stopped.

Standing in the unrealistic scene was embarrassing, and he could have alerted his sudden appearance of Gamagin, but seeing his appearance strangely familiar asked a slightly different question.

Of course, you should have asked who you were, why this place turned out this way, and why you made it this way, but the question that came out of your mouth was surprising.

“We know each other, right? ”

I saw the face as I twitched my eyebrows.

The expression that does not come out of embarrassment or confusion is just serenity. Margin nods slightly, and the gun breathes for a moment.

“We've known each other a long time, haven't we? ”

Again, the pot nods and the gun bites.

“Who are you?”

At last, Gamagin lost sight of asking normal questions.

“Now I'm asking. ”

Seeing the kiln make a fresh smile, he nods slightly.

“You look a lot like me. ”

“Yes, of course. It was your human parents who made you, but I've been grooming your appearance and soul since you were four years old. It is natural that it resembles me growing up. ”

“You tamed me? Are you a god?"

“Hehe, no. ”

“Can a being other than God trim me? What about angels?”

“Hehe, yes. Soon to be an angel. ”

“I see. An angel...... It's like someone's been screaming in my ears ever since I was a kid, so play music. Give happiness to the world with music. Was that you?”

“Yes, it was me. ”

“Why did you do that? ”

“Why do you think? ”

The gun lowers its head and thinks for a moment. I was tilting my head for a long time, and then I shrugged my shoulders while smiling.

“Come to think of it, it doesn't matter. because I made music of my own accord. ”

Gamagin smiles slightly.

“Your will? How can you be sure that's your will? ”

The gun faces a kiln similar to itself and smiles the same.

“I'm having so much fun right now. ”

The kiln nods slowly and gives a darker smile.

“Yes, it worked. ”

“Why did you come? ”

“Why do you think he came? ”

Gun turns his head away from Gamagin, who takes his questions into question, and looks around the world.

“Well, maybe it's time for something important to show up. ”

He crosses his arms and comes to the stage and looks at the world as it stands still.

“Yes, that's right. And I won't see you for a long time. ”

“Why?”

The kiln smiles bloody and puts its hand on the shoulder.

“I'm moving on. Think of it as training for a new hire. Decades of years. ”

The gun looks at the side of the kiln and asks.

“You haven't seen me in a long time...... So you've always been looking at me. ”

“Wherever you were, I was. I watched you no matter what you did. There were times when I caught you trying to move around and get out of the way, and there were times when I faced you face to face. ”

“I don't remember. ”

“Yes, you don't remember. Because I have to.”

“Will I not remember again? ”

“Why, do you want to remember? ”

“You said you hadn't seen him for a long time, but you said you didn't see him for the first time. ”

“What's wrong with that? ”

After fixing his gaze on the kiln's face, he said.

“It's sad.”

Looking at the world where the kiln stopped, you turn to the gun.

“What?”

“No one remembers. Surely no one remembers you? ”

“Hmmm… yes. ”

“I want you to remember me, don't you? ”

“Hehe, is that so? ”

“Remember... don't erase it. Because one day you realize that I'm gonna get hurt and you're gonna be lonely. ”

“Hehe, yes. Sure."

“Can't you keep an eye on me now? ”

“Yes, but there are plenty of things to watch over on my behalf. Don't worry.”

“Will they guide me on the right path like you? ”

“Hehe, don't worry. You'd be surprised who they are. ”

“Who is it?”

“Khh, it's no fun telling me everything. ”

“Tsk, you're a disgrace. ”

“You're the first person to say that to me. ”

“Really? You're so mean. ”

“Khh, yeah. I guess so.”

Their conversation, which seemed like a father accepts his son's sweet heart, as his nephew did his uncle, or his son's affection for his father, was meaningless, but for some reason, the joy and yearning of the conversation with him was to continue endlessly whether he was anxious because he was going to leave the conversation and go back soon.

“You've been with me since I was four? ”

“Yes, the children you met in your dreams were my strength. ”

“Dream... I see. But I have a question. ”

“What is it?”

“I met John Lennon, Elvis Presley, Jimmy Hendricks, Rahmaninov and Tchaikovsky in my dreams. about these people.”

“Yes, tell me. ”

“When you meet in a dream, don't you usually have to teach me something, use their abilities in reality... … or something? ”

“Hehe, you've seen a lot of novels. ”

“You can call it a novel. But I... I only talked to them about learning the basics of guitar from Jimmy Hendricks, because I didn't learn anything. Why did you let them meet? ”

After placing his hand on the shoulder of the gun, he looks up at the sky. When he unknowingly follows him up to heaven, he opens his mouth when he sees a place like himself.

“You really didn't learn anything? ”

“I haven't learned anything technical. They didn't get the eyes that see color in music, either. Is this from you, too? ”

“Hehe, yes. I asked the other guy to get it, actually. ”

“I see... ”

“Yes, let's answer the question. ”

The kiln lowers its hand from its shoulder and folds its arms.

“Learning something useful, something called ability, or technology, is very important in living the world. You, or any other human being, can eat and live.

But no one's telling me how to use that skill or ability. It's just a vague expression that comes out of moral and ethics textbooks, but it doesn't tell you much about the number of abilities that exist in the world. ”

After speaking long words, he looks up at the sky and says to her that he is listening.

“When you met Elvis Presley, you learned the joy of singing. I learned that fun, not singing skills. When you met Jimmy Hendricks, you learned the joy of playing guitar, and that's when you got your eyes.

When you met John Lennon, you learned what to capture in music, and how to meet Tchaikovsky and Rahmaninov to unleash your abilities. ”

He asked, looking at the side of the case looking up at the sky.

“Have you learned nothing? ”

I smiled at the sky.

“No, you've learned a lot. ”

As the smiling kiln turns around and heads toward the center of the stage, the gun says urgently.

“I still have so much to ask! ”

Though he instinctively noticed that he was about to return, GaMagin's relaxed expression turns to the matter.

“The time that is left for you and me is a hard time. We'll have plenty of time to talk. ”

“Where are you going? ”

With a deep smile, I pulled out a round ball of blue and holy energy from my pocket.

“Where I was. ”

As the pot lifts the bead high and strikes hard at the projection of its heart, the bead breaks and an austere energy envelops the world.

An enormous energy, a vortex of chi, extends out into the world around the stage, and once again absorbed into the body of the kiln, his garment turns white, and his dark haired hair turns blonde.

Slowly extending his arms, his body slowly flew into the air and spread out four pairs of black wings on his back.

As the black feathers flew over the world, and all the feathers on the wings flew out, the white feathers rose again.

After wrapping the golden energy around his body and looking down at the case in the air, his voice had changed.

A majestic voice, as if thousands of people were speaking at once, thunderstruck the gun's ear.

“My child, thank you. I look forward to seeing you again. ”

Looking at his kiln, he slowly ascends into the sky, catching a black feather that the gun is still blowing in the wind.

Very slowly, he recovers in golden light and disappears. He mutters faintly, wrapped around the black feather in his hand, what remains of the stage.

“Goodbye, I'll see you again one day. ”

The world stopped in black and white, the only two colored men were looking down at the city hall rooftop.

Even though the kiln was gone, the still world was not flowing again, as if trying to give you time to clear your last thoughts.

“Are you leaving now, Pymon? ”

The brown-haired man leaned against the ledge of the roof and asked, with a slightly lonely look on his face as he sat on the ledge, watching the golden python disappearing into the sky.

“Yes, he's gone. ”

“Hard to see now, isn't it? ”

“Hehe, yeah. ”

Amduras, who tried to heal the lonely Pymon, turns his head toward the opening of the rooftop door, and sees the old Zion standing holding the door hook. Gu Zion, who saw the two with a complicated face, approached and said.

“It really was possible. ”

Pymon says, disappearing.

“I wouldn't have even started if it wasn't possible. Who do you think he is? ”

To Pymon, the man who knew what a kiln was, said to him, touching Pymon's back on the ledge.

“Impress him. He's gone, so you're one step ahead. ”

“Hehe, are you happy? ”

“Yes, I'm glad, son. ”

“You're not making any sense. ”

“Tsk, you're a quick one. ”

“Will you keep an eye on him until he reaches the end of his life? ”

“Of course.”

“Thank you, Old Zion. ”

“It's not for you. ”

“Hehe, yes. Anyway,”

Standing alone on the stage of the world, looking down at the three demons, a warm smile spread over the closed mouth of the case, holding a black feather.

Amduras smiles as he looks down at the case.

“Phew, what does he know to laugh at? ”

Gu Zion smiled and looked at the case.

“Well, I don't know the details, but I'm sure he knows. ”