Our demon king is coming. (formerly Mayday A Series)

I'm Maki.

I became who I am now, after a time when I was a Machilier called the Red Witch, a time when I was a Minoko who enjoyed dead high school girls on Earth, and a time when I was a Machia.

I don't have the right name.

……

It's dark.

I've been a jerk.

The demons of the Black Plains swallowed it.

I'm glad I was able to help Lena, but it doesn't seem easy to get out of here.

Dark, dark, in the demons of the Black Plains.

"I don't know what to do."

It could be easy to smash this place down.

But if my destruction of this space leads to the destruction of even a massive space, I don't have the face to make Tor see me.

"... oh, bones"

Bones that seem to belong to the Demon Clan are rolling there.

You're getting used to the darkness, I see.

"So this black plain drank me, and I even hung out on the bone marrow? Ha-ha-ha."

Ha ha ha.

... No, it's not funny.

This could happen to me someday, too!

"... ha"

As I walked without it, I thought about what the hell this place was.

The magical darkness is scary.

I laughed and tried to deceive you, but I'm in a hurry, inside.

……

From behind, there were strange signs.

I look back in horror, but there's still only darkness.

... No.

"Who... you"

Standing in the dark, there was a figure.

For a moment, the fear gradually subsides.

Ask yourself, because I knew right away who the shadow was.

Because that was someone I knew well.

The shadow runs, turning its back on me.

But I think you're going to look back on me and say, "Follow me."

I followed it.

Without any doubt, just, heartless.

Full of cold and disastrous hatred, darkness.

Moving on, it had a small forest.

A really small forest with colorful little flowers blooming and surrounded by just a few trees.

No, rather than the woods, I think I cut out a flower garden in the woods, I might as well say.

It's like a snowdome.

The colours that rise in the darkness claim to be heretical at first sight.

……

I found something lying in the flower garden and stood up.

I open my eyes once, shake my eyes, swallow my spit all the time, and drop my strong shoulders.

I wanted to cry, I put up with it.

"... yes, you... were here."

“Something” holds a black sword that looks important.

By its side, the black shadow that led me this far crouched in.

And look up at me.

I came here and finally understood.

Why the massive space was created, why the Black Plains existed.

Why is this place so full of negative emotions?

I also crouch on the side of "Something” and laugh at Couscous.

"You really liked him."

……

The shadow looked up, stared at me, and nodded cocoonly.

With cocoon cocoon, spilling polo and tears.

"... yes"

The black sword held by “something” would probably be the real “authority of the space-time king”.

This space itself existed to protect it... or...

"Good luck. You don't have to worry about anything anymore. Leave it all to me..."

That said, I put my hand on the black shadow.

"I accept you. Into me, come back... makirier"

The black shadow nodded again and took my hand.

Cold cold emotions are what pours in as soon as possible.

The thought of a lonely maquillier who could never be rewarded.

Repentance.

Hatred.

I'm not hanging up.

I could have fallen everywhere and everywhere, intent on killing.

Eaten to the end, lonely.

Just a moment of regret.

The relief of death.

I think it would be truly pathetic and tragic if so little black thought remained in the land after death.

I accepted such dark emotions and gave myself up to a negative cradle.

Wander through the time of two thousand years, with complex ripe emotions instead of disappearing.

But it's okay, McIlier.

Don't worry, Makiko.

Machia.

I'm sure he'll save me.