Hitsugi no Maou

I found myself cracked in two.

Mariella herself no longer knows why she did that, or why she could have done that. My flesh, which has grown wide and wide, is ugly and dull, fighting the fiery monster.

Mariella looked at the situation from somewhere away. Her flesh is no longer hers. Both the tentacles of the frightful flesh and the giant hands and feet act like separate creatures, independent of Mariella's spirit.

Mariela is now just conscious. Consciousness drifts fluffy through the air, like a ghost who has lost his flesh.

One day, from which moment, Mariela was dead. The spirit begun from the flesh that turned into a monster is neither called to light nor enveloped in darkness.

It was just a world that I turned into hell, and I was left to blame.

- Stupid kid. So I told you to live clean and right]

From heaven comes the voice of my dead mother a long time ago. Mariella nodded, poisoning in her heart as she searched for her shapely lips.

Don't look down on me when the woman who ended her life in a house like a stinking horse cabin. What's clean and right? What is the right way to live as a proud bloodline? What would it be if the poor lived in pride alone?

[The result of betraying the hearts of our ancestors, abandoning the role of the clan, and living as you please is this miserable end.]

The one who unquestionably tells the fate pressed by his ancestors, who don't even know his face, is stupid and stupid.

[Abuse an important legacy]

What's wrong with using what is communicated to you for your happiness?

[Step on a lot of lives]

You stepped on my will, didn't you? You tied me up at home with a family outing when I said I wanted to go to a place where I could be happy without inheriting my destiny.

[You're the only one who feels good]

Because I'm worth it. Beautiful, cute, more attractive and magical than anyone else. Because she's the best girl in the world.

What did the man who followed you do to me?

Mariela, desperately, tried to dig up pleasant memories with Yuk from her memory.

Someone who has freed me from cursing causes. Someone who killed a family I hated and took me on a great adventure in the hands of the world.

Yuk showed Mariella how to use his magic. He entrusted me with manipulating God into battle. Tearing people apart, eating and killing people, destroying and attacking towns...

..................... No, it's not. No, I'm not.

Yes, Yuk even gave Mariella a high status. In post-revolutionary snobbery, Mariela was treated as if she were a queen as the lover of hero Yuk.

I was able to wear clean clothes, wear as many gems as I wanted and take a bath every day to get whatever I wanted.

Live as if you were royal...... dress up smoothly......

... on God in that outfit, to the battlefield...

…………

Yuk gave me Mariella's hair.

They did whatever their lovers would do to each other, and many times they told me they were beautiful.

When I was in a bad mood, though I was left alone.

Though they said all sorts of terrible things.

…………

I knew Yuk didn't love herself as a woman.

Yuk didn't love Mariela, he loved the God Mariela manipulated. I loved its power with enough weapons to destroy the world.

The love that is poured on Mariella is a spill that I have poured on God.

Mariella was delighted to lick the nectar of love from that rotten ugly creature.

- But that's what it is.

Does that even mean that to that extent, you attribute your previous way of life to nothing? Are you saying that you can deny the happiness you have enjoyed?

He sharpens even useless magic in the slums, spends flower times on rigorous training, marries poor men and gives birth to poor children and dies like a drought. That was the life Mariella had originally prepared for her.

What a wonderful thing about the life Mariella grabbed compared to that. What a beautiful thing of a life where you can fight with all your strength for what you want, hurt with all your strength, kill and destroy with all your strength. Is it human?

When was the last time a world myth descending from heaven was stopped? The hallucinations of a foolish mother who gave up fighting and wanting had disappeared.

If you say that Yuk loves Mariela as the manipulative thread of God, if you say that you love her as a tool to destroy the world, then let her gladly martyr in her service.

If Mariella's fierce struggle to turn him into a giant monster pleases him, let's keep fighting to be broken down to a piece of meat.

To the selfishness of the man I love, I give you everything. And I'll respond.

The way I live to do so, life must be prettier than that of any woman in the world. It should be convincing.

Mariella, if she noticed, had a return to the pain of meat burned by the flames, the feeling of her feet trampling the earth and the feeling of the bushes striking countless groups of spiritual bodies. Consciousness was again, being called back to the giant ugly flesh.

Another tentacle connects and draws the split halves together.

In the sight of the burning enemy, Mariela again leaned back to the figure of one fleshy woman - standing on the earth with two legs, she launched an attack with a scream.