Maou Gakuin No Futekigousha

The age of mythology...

Hilarious and snowy crystals descend far into the earth.

Reflecting the downpouring warm light, beautifully sparkling.

No, a little different, to be exact.

Its snow crystals were the appearance of a change of light.

In the night sky, in addition to the ordinary moon, another, Artieltonoa floats.

Its full moon, shining in silver, was illuminating the earth and sending down snow crystals.

People read the snowflakes (or snowflakes) as snowflakes, similar to the flowers that come from the moonlight.

Receiving the light of every life dwells the magic that is its source.

Born were the roots of life, the original and the backbone of all things.

That is a battlefield where many lives have been taken.

Illuminated by the moonlight of silver, the wasteland and the corpses, from the broken trees to the dead grasshoppers, froze as if time had stopped, and, vanished.

If the old one perishes, a new one is born.

Says, with thousands of doomsday nights, the moon shines in the sky and performs a nascent miracle.

By Artieltonoa, lost life was circulating and order in this world was preserved.

As the snowflakes of silver poured down, there was only one thing moving in that earth, full of death as if time had stopped.

One man stands.

Nestled in the costume of a black king, nestled in that place where an overwhelming destruction equal also to ravaging took place, he is the infamous tyrant demon king, Anos Voldigord.

He slowly steps out of his feet and stares at heaven with his demonic eyes stained with purple (Kashimura).

Then black darkness creates a single plank-like scaffold on the spot. A darker plate appears on top of it, and another plate appears on top of it.

The darkness made a miraculous staircase, which followed Artieltonoa, shining in the night sky.

The Demon King ascends the long dark staircase placed in the night sky.

The moon is far away, and even if the mountains on earth are smaller than pebbles, the end is yet to be seen.

In time, how long has it been?

It seemed like seven days had passed, but it should be noted that the world remained at night.

As long as the Moon of Creation shines in the sky, the morning will not come.

Seven days have passed, but the silver moon is still far away.

If the Demon King continues to ascend, snowflakes will pour down the dark stairs he has built.

When I wondered if the snow crystal, the incarnation of the moonlight, had sparkled for a moment, there was a silver-haired girl about ten steps up.

The hair stretched long to the ankle of his feet, his eyes bearing a silver glow, and his body wrapped in pure white courtesy.

"Go home."

One word, that's what the girl said.

"Say no."

With that mouth, the Demon King began to go up the stairs again.

But no matter how far you go, your distance from that girl never shrinks.

"What's the purpose?

"Fall that moon"

An emotionless, inorganic gaze pierces the Demon King.

"I can't do that"

"I don't know the impossible."

When the Demon King said, the girl disappeared all the time.

Never mind, he goes up the stairs.

Then, seven days went by.

A shining snowflake descended again and the silver-haired girl appeared.

"Why do you want to fall?

"I don't know. Why are you asking me that?

The girl stared silently at the demon king.

"In the morning, < the sun of ruin > destroys lives, and in the evening, < the moon of creation > creates new lives. Born to kill, killed to bear. We're not your toys."

"It's the reason of the world"

"Then perish"

The girl rounds her eyes like a surprise.

"If you say such irrationality makes sense in this world, you just have to disappear"

"If reason dies, order dies. This world will also perish."

The demon king stares at the girl who speaks pale.

"Kind or what about this world?

To that question, she does not answer.

Or maybe he couldn't answer.

"Is that so much of a world you have to protect? Killed, destroyed, hope, etc., crushed a long time ago. This is a huge torture room named the world. As long as its rules are followed, no light is shining, only the snort cry woods spirits"

The Demon King stopped and said to the girl who would stare from the heights.

"God, who knows no name. Chop it in the skull. It's a clichéd threat that the world will perish, and I won't follow your rules forever."

wrap the silence around her body, she said, breaking it down.

"Militia"

When the Demon King turns his gaze of doubt, he goes on, the girl says.

"Militia, God of Creation. The order that created this world. What's your name?

"Anos the Demon King"

The Demon King answered.

"Anos."

That was a pale tone.

"... the world is not gentle..."

Leave a snowflake, the girl disappears.

The Demon King stood still and stared at the flower.

He didn't want to walk out on what he thought.

As if to spin his thoughts, he gazed at the far other side, peered into its abyss, and stood still.

An hour passed, four hours passed, ten hours passed, and a whole day passed.

Not to mention it was slight, and the moonlight snowflakes came down again before him, nestled there.

On the stairs, a silver-haired girl shows up.

Militia peered into the abyss of the Demon King with emotional eyes.

"Hmm. You were early this time"

"Because I've been waiting"

Sooner or later, Militia points to the Demon King.

He was waiting for her, I guess that means.

"You know what I mean?

"I know."

"I see. That's the Creator."

The demon king turned his back and sat down on a dark staircase.

Without the hostility he had toward the Moon of Creation above his head, he looked at the world under his eyes.

With a slightly worried look on his face.

Militia wondered about it or went down the stairs.

It was the first time the distance between them had shrunk.

"I need to ask you something."

With his back turned, the Demon King turned only his face toward Militia.

"You mean the world?

"It's about you"

Militia slightly rounded her eyes.

"I don't think I've ever tried to understand the Divine Clan. Militia, let me know what you think."

With an emotionless voice, she responded.

"God is order. There is nothing for us: anger, sorrow, kindness, pride. Just arise as order and perform the role. This man is immortal, so he's not even alive."

"You mean no thoughts?

"Thoughts are not necessary for an immortal being. It was given only to the living, the power to live"

With an inorganic voice, Militia said so.

The demon king takes his gaze to earth and says after much thought.

"God is not immortal"

It was a definite word of will.

"In front of me, there can be no such thing as immortality."

The Demon King asked the Creator again.

"Can I ask you something about you?

Without breaking his expression, Militia asks back.

"What?

"Whatever."

For a while, God, who looked like a girl, shut his mouth.

Long, long, time passes.

Eventually, she said.

"I have a sister"

"Hmm. Are we close?

"I've never met him"

"Why?

"Because that's order"

When she said so, the eastern sky began to stain red.

It won't be long before dawn.

"The Moon of Creation disappears. Time on the ground is over."

"So, one last thing, will you let me ask?

Militia nodded.

The Demon King asks.

"What's my sister's name?

The moon in the glowing night sky disappears on silver, and the sun begins to rise instead.

Militia disappeared from the spot all the time, turning it into a snowflake that reflected sparkle and light.

Leave your sister's name there.

The moon and day flow.

Life on earth perished unchanged and tens of millions of lives were lost.

From that day on, it was the night seven years later.

In the sky is shining again.

In a clean world as if time had stopped, dark stairs hung on the silver moon.

There are those up there.

Anos Voldigord, Demon King of Atrocities.

When he kept walking seven days and seven nights, and the mountain was about the size of a pebble, a snowflake gleaming in silver came down its stairs.

It gradually increases brilliance and pictures the shape of man.

Militia, the creative god, revealed herself in the same silver-haired girl she once was.

"Hmm, long time no see, Militia"

"Seven years."

Militia comes down the stairs.

"I have a souvenir today"

The Demon King took one letter out of his nostalgia and handed it to the girl.

"From my sister."

When the Demon King said so, Militia cut the seal of the letter and removed the note from inside.

It is the magic formations that are depicted there. When the girl softly touches her hand, in her head, words play.

Militia, who had been listening to it for a while, smiled only slightly.

"What did it say?

Still, she turned her eyes to the Demon King.

"Didn't you read it?

"You can't read letters to others"

Militia said.

Say hello to my demon king.

"Hmm. Well, I had a hard time getting it written."

When the Demon King sits on the stairs, Militia stands beside him.

"I dreamed"

"Well, even God dreams."

Militia shakes her neck quietly left and right.

"First time"

"What dream?

"God reincarnated"

Militia said, as a distant thought to the ground.

"What happens?

"Even if reincarnated, order is order. God is God."

Pale she utters words.

"But in dreams, God could be a life other than order. I gave my sister my life."

"Give up everything, what happened to you?

Staring at me, she said.

"I don't know"

The Demon King thought, and asked.

"So what did you want to do?

"I wanted to be the kindness of the cold world"

Nowadays, the Demon King grinned at the spilled word of the Creator God.

"Weird?"

No, I thought it was stupid.

To mock himself, he says.

"The Divine Nation also has a variety of people."

"There are various orders. No life."

Laughing lightly, the Demon King asks.

"Do we have time tonight?

"A little."

"So let's continue seven years ago. Until morning comes, let's talk about it."

The night the silver moon shines and the snowflakes fall.

On the dark stairs in the sky, the Creator God and the Demon King spoke with each other.