Hakai no Miko

The terrace (balcony) was wrapped in sinister silence.

It is a tense silence that even the wind is killing my breath.

In it, I heard a small laugh from nowhere.

It is like the voice of a young girl, and a creepy laugh that also sounds like the groaning voice of an old beast.

It was one girl who emerged from the darkness in the corner of the terrace with that laugh.

Dressed in a sleeveless, pure white piercing coat like a piece, this is another adorable girl with long, pure white hair.

But Ethereal Horse's instincts were sounding a fierce alarm.

This is so old.

This is horrible.

On the girl's forehead, as if to prove it, seemed to combine 8 and ∞ of the numbers, and the engraving that the two serpents intertwined their bodies and seemed to be able to hang out of them emitted a guillotine and red light.

It is the same engraving of Aura, goddess of death and destruction, which is on the forehead of the Ethereal Horse.

"What the hell did you show up to, Aura..."

The Ethereal Horse asked Aura, remembering that he was under barometric pressure.

Then, Aura puts on her little neck just to show that she was told something strange as the innocent girl looked.

"My dear, my pale horse. Why did I show up? Of course, I've come to convey my blessings and praise to your reign and to your founding."

Aura spins (tweets) words like a girl who has just seen a great stage play, her cheeks trendy and sings without moisturizing (oozing) her eyes.

"On this day called today, a spark named Your Ideal has flamed! I'm sure that flame will burn and it will be enough to burn down everything on this continent!

On this day called today, the seed named Thy kingdom has finally stretched out its buds! I'm sure that bud will grow big enough to cover all of the continent with its branches and swallow all of the continent with its roots!

As she struck and trembled at the emotion gushing from the depths of her body, Aura hugged her own little shoulder. And with a trance (like this) look on his face, he leaks words of admiration along with a hot exhale.

"Oh, how wonderful. How delightful! And how horrible! Ethereal horse, Ethereal horse, my Ethereal horse. My darling Ethereal Horse!

Besides, the back of the Ethereal Horse's brain burned in a cup of anger.

Having survived numerous (and yet again) ordeals, spent many years, made countless sacrifices, and with the help of so many people, including Shemr, we finally made it to the founding of today's nation.

Even if Aura merely spoke of it, Ethereal Horse remembered the discomfort of being stroked around his precious treasure with his dirty hands and trampled on with his earthly feet.

All this time in the pale horse, anger at Aura overwhelms fear.

"Shut up, Aura!

The Ethereal Horse stuck his fingertips to Aura so as to pierce him sharply.

"That's how you entertain people! Coke me up! Is it that much fun to hunt people down and manipulate them, Aura?!"

To the fierce disputing of the Ethereal Horse, but Aura only narrowed her eyes with pleasure. That stirs up even more pale horse rage.

"That's how you underestimate people, be proud, Aura! Sure, I could be as poisonous as you said! I will continue to make so many die! I will continue to destroy all sorts of things into mess! But..."

The Ethereal Horse, once cut off his words, bites his back teeth firmly and then says away, as he arouses himself.

"Then I will try to save more people than I let die! I'll try to protect more than I destroyed!

Furthermore, the pale horse breathed heavily, turning it into words with a firm determination to spit it out.

"I will never, ever, do as you wish!

It was insulation to Aura.

And it was also a declaration of war on Aura.

But Aura's reaction to it...

"... hehe. It doesn't work out the way I want?

It is a mockery.

"Oh! What a bad memory, my stupid Ethereal Horse. When did I try to do what I wanted with you? How funny, my poor Ethereal Horse. Identify me as your enemy on your own, a pathetic hilarious play on your own"

Aura laughs couscous as she puts her small gripped fist against her mouth.

"If you forgot, I'll tell you as many times as I can. You are fiercely poisoned. Horrible poison that kills people, impersonates the reason of the world, and destroys order. And -"

In Aura's white forehead, the engraving glistened.

"You have to be very poisonous."

To the outrageous Ethereal Horse, Aura speaks with a kind voice that tells an obscure child.

"My clever Ethereal Horse. I'm sure your ideals will save a lot of people. Everyone is equal and everyone is free, no matter what race it is, no matter what birth it is. Oh, what a beautiful and gentle ideal.

My kind Ethereal Horse. I'm sure your country will protect many things. Whatever thought it is, whatever faith it is, everything is equal and everything is free. Oh, what a tolerant and warm country. "

The look on Aura's face, which was full of charity, turns and madness rises to her face. The eyes of the red eyes opened to their limits and hung up to their ears like those lips had been torn apart.

"Whatever that comes from! Whatever it is! Whatever you think! Whatever you say! Whatever you believe! Everyone is equal! Everyone is free! Everyone is not persecuted and everyone can stay put! Everybody wants, everybody wants, everybody wants! Yes -"

Aura's blood-running eyes move slightly to capture the pale horse as she gleams the engraving on her forehead.

"- Not even you!

Aura's words became sharp arrows and struck the pale horse in the chest.

Pushed by the shock, the Ethereal Horse gently scratches back. Then his heel caught on the corner of the stone, which was slightly floating, and the Ethereal Horse dropped his hips on the spot.

"Ah............ it......!

An unintelligible voice leaked out of the mouth of a pale horse who kept his ass cake on and opened his eyes in fear and amazement.

The Ethereal Horse, surprised by his leaked voice, holds his mouth in place.

If I didn't, I held my mouth with my hand until I let my fingers eat into my cheeks, as if I were going to say I would run my mouth about something I could never take back.

As I pity the appearance of such a pale horse, I scorn (offer) and Aura looks down as I love her.

"Oh! How dare you, my weak Ethereal Horse. You really realize what you mean, but you don't look at it and look at it. You play innocent children, take kind-hearted good men, and deceive open and righteous heroes. That's how we fool ourselves, we fool everyone, and what she's even doing is for us all. Guys, because we're all who we are!

Once Aura said "even her," the face of the pale horse was distorted into agony.

Standing soundlessly in front of the sitting Ethereal Horse, Aura leaned back and held the Ethereal Horse's face from both cheeks with its white and small hands. And peek into the frightened eyes of the Ethereal Horse with an innocent grin like a child ripping off the foot of a caught bug.

"And yet, why do you look like you're in pain? Everyone and he will glorify your name and throw himself into the ideal flame with joy. Everyone will give himself to the great tree called Country, whose name he too will bear in your name and with joy. Everything is as you think. Everything is exactly what you wanted. - Not so, my dear Ethereal Horse?

Saying so, Aura stretched out her little tongue and licked the eyes of the Ethereal Horse with a pepper.

The pale horse, screaming and waving away Aura's hand, who was restraining her own face, escapes behind her as she rubs her ass.

To its funny appearance, Aura leaked a couscous and a laugh.

"No, my pale horse. I get upset to this extent. You're wearing a mask, aren't you? You're gonna see what you're hiding under your clothes, aren't you? It's hard if you're real. It's very, very hard."

Aura showed her arms wide open so that the murderous bird, who tells of the disaster, could spread her wings.

"Because you're a coward in a hero's mask. A mass of self-bias that holds together the clothes of fraternity. Self-absorbed egoists. Redeemer who builds up his sin department. Massacre talking about mercy. Tyrants who list benevolence. Transformers without philosophy. And my darling fierce poison"

Aura showed the pale horse looking up at herself with frightened eyes with a slightly gripped right hand raised as she looked down in contempt.

"What would everyone do if they found out who you really are? Now the voices of those who glorify you may turn into curses. The eyes that looked at you with respect may stain you with hatred. The sword offered will point a blade at you, and the fist hardened by determination will beat you. The throne you sit on turns into a stranglehold. The hand that pushes you up to the throne turns into something that sticks you out!

I pampered open the right hand raised by Aura.

Ethereal horses raise their voices without screaming.

Falling out of Aura's open hand was an integral doll with black yarn hair and ink cluttered with eyes and noses.

By a thin string tied to his neck and Aura's fingers, the doll hung out at the tip of the Ethereal Horse's nose and swayed left and right.

"You don't want this to happen, do you, my sweet pale horse?

Aura laughed with guerraggera against its white throat.

The doll hung can disappear like a trick when Aura, who laughed a little in front of a scared Ethereal Horse, returns her wrist small.

"The novel, that's it for you, my pale horse. Because today is your reign and happy founding day. It's a very, very happy day!

Aura has a tranced look again.

"So I'll just tell you one good thing about the reward"

Aura lifts her right hand with only one index finger. The Ethereal Horse, whose fingertips were pointed, stiffened himself as if poisoned arrows had been turned.

But soon I realize that Aura's fingertips were pointed not at me, but at the eastern direction behind her.

"Far East End -"

Fished by Aura's words, the Ethereal Horse looks back east. The only thing you can see over the trunk of the terrace is the dark earth and the thin bright starry sky - the black horizon.

Aura's whispering voice comes from behind to the ears of the Ethereal Horse staring at the black horizon.

"Far east ends create animosity to overthrow you. Far east end, malice grows to destroy you! From the far east end comes the madness to swallow you!!"

What you see is the same black horizon at night as before.

But the Ethereal Horse remembered the sight of something boiling from the other side.

It is an indescribable sign.

It was a strange sign that it reeked like a gust gushing from a swamp, emitted a burning heat like the poison gushing out of a volcano, and razed the madness that drove anything crazy.

Like a turbulence overflowing with signs of it cutting the embankment, it pushes from the other side of the horizon toward us.

To that illusory sight, the Ethereal Horse turned away in haste.

And the Ethereal Horse doubted my eyes.

Aura, who was there earlier, disappeared suddenly. And instead it was one young woman who stood where Aura was.

When I was a year old, would I be the same as myself? Sleek and long, in a crisp shape. Wrapping its body is a piercing coat like a white piece. He stretched out his white, long hair around his waist like it had been drained of any pigment, and darkened his red eyes like his blood into deep sorrow and anxiety (yuri) as if he had borne the tragedy of the world all by himself.

And what shines red on its white forehead is undoubtedly the same engraving of Aura as its own.

Surprised by this unidentified woman who suddenly appeared, she says in a voice of deep sadness, in front of a pale horse who stares open her eyes.

"Be careful, weak Ethereal Horse. That's the price. The price of what you, weak, have made of living in this harsh world. If the weak are not strong, the world seeks its price. The weaker you are, the stronger you are, the greater the price will be."

Who is this guy?!

The Ethereal Horse is severely confused.

With eyes that remained stunned open, the Ethereal Horse looked around.

But Aura is nowhere to be seen. Only myself and the woman in front of me are now on this terrace.

Where did Aura go? Who is this woman in front of you?!

At that time, the eyes of the Ethereal Horse blinked for only a moment, unable to withstand the dryness.

Then it can disappear as suddenly (obsessively) as when a young woman appears.

And it was one old woman there instead.

The old woman, whose spots float and whose face is engraved with wrinkles with endless anguish and renunciation, wears a white piercing coat very similar to that of Aura and the earlier woman, whose forehead still has the engraving of Aura shining.

The old woman says in a squeamish voice that she slaps one stone laid on the terrace with a cane in her hand.

"Be vigilant. An old man in a hero's mask, a pale horse. A hero, even if false, is a strong man who can change this world. And you're changing the world more rapidly than just a hero, and you're making it. Therefore, you will be asked to pay such a great price that even a true hero cannot accept it. But why don't you just take it?

At the next moment, Aura, who looked like a girl to be replaced by an old woman, appeared again.

"My dear Ethereal Horse. You are fiercely poisoned. Terrible fierce poison that kills people, adventures the reason of the world, and destroys order. The stronger the poison, the more pain it inflicts. The more heterogeneous the poison is, the more suffering it brings! And people and the world give themselves up to madness and ecstasy to escape that suffering!

The girl who smiles like crazy herself disappears, and the woman who reappears there tells her with a deeply sad look.

"Fear not, my heart tender Ethereal Horse. It is the madness itself brought about by a world tormented by the fierce poison of you. The ecstasy of those who seek to destroy you itself. It's all about you or swallowing everything you care about, it's bound to come."

The old woman, who appeared to be replaced by a woman, speaks with a deep sigh.

"Repentance is good. O Ethereal Horse, a fool who speaks the words of a wise man. It's all a price you owe me. Therefore, this is inevitable fate. Therefore, this is the ordained fate. Then it will inevitably happen more than this."

Girls, women and old women continue to talk in front of a pale horse confused by an unusual situation that can be poked in front of her as she continues to stand.

"I'm sure you'll kill everyone then," the girl says.

"I'm sure you'll destroy the world then," says the woman.

"Then surely you will destroy even the gods," says the old woman.

At this time, black clouds flowed in the wind far over the head of the Ethereal Horse. It slowly takes to glorious (like this) and glowing moon.

And the dim darkness that visited the terrace blocked the moonlight by the black clouds covered the Ethereal Horses.

Standing in front of the Ethereal Horse is the Impact Master (Silhouette), who can no longer be a girl, a woman, or an old woman.

The Ethereal Horse no longer knows what is in front of him.

That said "but" in the girl's voice.

That said "but" in a woman's voice.

That was the voice of an old woman who said "just now".

And that says.

"" 'Cause that's what I want ""

- and.

What the fuck?

What the hell is this?!

The back of the Ethereal Horse's brain stains bright white with so much fear.

And from the sight of the Ethereal Horse, who finally regained me after a while, Aura's figure had neglected to disappear.

Terrible fatigue pushed in with relief, and more disgusting sweat gushed in the face of the Ethereal Horse.

"Heh... what the hell is that...?

No one could answer the question of the Ethereal Horse squeezed out of between the teeth that still meet the remnants of the remaining terror.

Out of nowhere, I felt like I heard a crazy girl laugh.