"Whatever I touch you with, it's not the dirty hands you touch on your own will that I could ever use again."
A lily, which had transferred before the prosthetic hand blew up and was traveling to a position unreachable to the blast, throws up while attaching the prosthetic arm of the spare.
The blast at close range severely damaged the bodies of the two Devils, but has not caused much damage to the Devils now that their regenerative abilities were once stronger.
"There's not always one trick."
Lily takes a single cylinder out of her bag and laughs.
We all know what that cylinder is. Especially for those in this village. Like the doll, it was placed all over the village, a cylinder with warrior ashes.
Lily brought only one cylinder. The other cylinders were treated one by one and left in place. One cartridge I brought is to serve as a call water to activate the procedure.
When Lily casts a spell, more than ten spiritual bodies appear and surround the two Devils.
"That's... samuro. Not my dead son."
"There's Mr. Whiplash too!
"Oh, not my grandfather... and not my grandfather when he was young and handsome..."
"He was a bitch. Some of my mothers are."
"Oh no... that's my brother who lost his life on assignment..."
For the villagers it was the familiar ones - the spirits of the village warriors who lost their lives.
"It's a technique that doesn't suit me and isn't meant to be, but I negotiated with the Guardian Spirit who protects this village itself and the warriors in the village I lent it to, and I put the technique of manifestation on it."
Lily smiles and explains.
"Sanro...... Really... you've been protecting this village for so long..."
"Mr. Whiplash! Whiplash!
"I can't believe I can see your face again. Yeah, your brother's doing his best."
"Ugh... Mother, come on..."
"Oh, if you look closely, Grandpa, you weren't very handsome. Remembrance correction."
Lily sighs when she sees the villagers who are moved to reunite with the deceased.
"Wow, Mom looks really bad"
Akiko laughs when she tickles when she sees such a lily. Akiko knows that Lily hates scenes like this.
Devil tried to suck the spirits out, but it was impossible. Regardless of spirits like evil spirits and grudge-like chunks of emotion, they are the guardian spirits who protect people, lands and things in this world. In the first place, after having once completely set foot in the underworld, there are limited ways for the present to interfere with the Guardian Spirit who, unlike those of this world, has elevated to being of different dimensions.
There are many mysteries in the underworld, and it is assumed that much of that information cannot be brought into this world. I also hear that the transmission itself is impossible. And it seems that their guardian spirits are sent to this world for various reasons from the underworld. It is infinitely inviolable from this world. I can't manipulate you like a grudge spirit. At best it is to the extent of calling along the edges.
For the record, neither Midori, who turned the guardian spirit of Junko into an apricot, nor did she force the guardian spirit to change in surgery. After summoning the Apricot Spirit in surgery, in agreement with his predecessor the Guardian Spirit, he took turns.
Lilies, they are not manipulative, they are merely manipulated to call them and make them appear and look visual.
(And then there's nothing you can do without their will, but it will definitely work the way I think)
I am sure of the lilies. Lily called on the spirits of the village warriors to help her by talking about the current state of the village and how to break the curse of the village. And I also told him that there was someone who would be that handicap.
It takes the guardian spirits to simultaneously lay their hands against the two Devils, exercising their power within their permissible authority as guardian spirits, and suppressing the power of the grudging spirits in Devil's body.
Lilies also do the trick. The rare art of purifying spirits. But he is a necromancer, but he is naturally mastered.
At the earliest, Devil was just suffering without being able to exercise the power of the evil gods brought about by the Grieving Spirits, if not the control of the grieving spirits he had taken into his body. Nor is it possible to maintain the separation, so that the whole thing dissolves and becomes a black mass, spreading to the ground.
Devil's black body glows. Realizing that what was in him was forced to spit out, Devil was trembling with anger, remorse and despair, cursing this reality and cursing a mean God whose phase was no different.
(You mean lose again...... Can the devil never beat God?
Devil has no sense of losing to the lilies. Just the awareness that I lost another game with God.
"Look, Mr. Thousand Stones"
Surrounded by the guardian spirits of the warriors, he refers to Devil glowing by the art of purification of the lilies, Qiku Shisei speaking out with an emotional face.
"This is how the curse and grudge of Mr. Thousand Stones, which lasted hundreds of years, and the spirits that were tied to it, are now freed. The curse of the village is gone, too. Now we're finally done. But you see, even though the spirits of those warriors, the warriors who have protected Nuri Village and the villagers who have lived there were hard eyes in the Black Period, this village is nevertheless the way this village is, and has always survived. I think it wasn't just a bad thing."
Thousand stones said nothing, and he was silently listening to the words of Seven Kusei. He said nothing, engraved an even deeper wrinkle in his wrinkled face, and put various thoughts on it, gazing at the sight of the end of his career.
Eventually, the grudges were purified, and there was no guide. No more tree branches or roots have grown from Devil's nagging body.
With the recoil of losing the power of the Evil God, Devil's own health had also been snatched away, and he could not planarize and escape, aside from making a split. I can't even regenerate the wound. Now it's a fish on the roof.
Devil looks up at the approaching lily and thinks the same thing again.
This woman is similar to herself. It's similar to being malicious. But it also feels like there are a few decidedly different things.
Lily was analyzing Devil's body again. If we take Devil back as a corpse doll, we'll be able to analyze it more closely, and we can do it on a variety of experimental benches. I plan to, but I have to think about it in case. You might get away with it, or you might blow yourself up and wipe it out. So Lily is also trying as much as possible to analyze it at the moment.
"You're lonely. Isn't that hard?
Lily asks with a gentle grin. Buying time for analysis and a vortex to satisfy my hobby from now on, but there's no reason for Devil to know that.
"Pathetically...... You are similar to me. I can see that. I know your pain, your pain, your hands."
With a gentle voice, Lily leans over to Devil's side where she groans, and herself becomes the same gaze and face as Devil.
(Come on, is it dangerous? Even Devil might still have the power to fight back...)
Lily embraced Devil's body without hesitation in front of the brilliance of seeing how it looked as she unraveled.
"You are a rebel. I understand that. Is that why you call yourself Devil? Instead it depends on our good moon...... Isn't it really hard to be lonely?
Lilies that keep whispering in Devil's ear.
Devil asks himself. Before I met with Mutsuki, I didn't have that consciousness. But with the surprise gift of a good moon, Devil did realize in himself that there was an intense hunger. Obsession with the good moon. And what you want.
I really wanted the Moving and Talking, willing Moon to acknowledge myself, rather than the Mutsuki, the doll. Great serial killer. Beautiful girl in men's clothes with a pathetic birth. I wanted this lovely being to know me, to acknowledge me, to turn my heartfelt grin to me. I wanted you to talk to me. Such a desire did exist.
But I had given up on it being impossible. When it was a passing desire, I pushed it into my heart and loved the harmonious moon that I dolled. Sucking the doll's goodmoon milk, she also sought motherhood.
"With me - would you like to walk with us? Of course, with your favorite Moon."
Embracing Devil's body even harder, Lily whispers in a loving voice.
"Me and you are one family. Join hands and enjoy this world our way. I think it would be a lot more fun for you than to keep dancing alone. People don't live alone. Spend time with those who can put their minds through it - that's true happiness. I want to teach you that joy."
The invitation, whispered in his ear, was a sweet sound that seemed to cause Devil's soul to wander. I can stay with Mutsuki, who is not a doll. This white woman who understands herself shows me the new world. I couldn't open my heart to anyone. Can I go through my mind with someone? What you gave up a long time ago becomes a reality.
Devil doubts God's nerves when God, who was supposed to have been mean, came here and gave me another great gift.
Devil was in tears, not much joy. I can no longer help myself, I can hardly even hold back the body of a lily, but I loose my heart to a lily. Strongly aware of its warmth, softness and tenderness, it indulges its soul in its senses.
Now was the most tranquil time for Devil, in more than a decade of his life.
But the happy hour didn't last long either.
Come on out, you gushing bastards.
Lily uttered a word, a spell.
――
The tranquillity of bliss was mutilated by intense suffering.
Devil looks at the lily in surprise. Lily, as always, smiles as loving as a goddess, at herself.
In the abdomen, in the arms, in the legs and even in the head, there is tremendous pain. And the pain spreads to all parts of your body.
A definite feeling of a torn stomach and esophagus. Something tiny innumerable, backflushing from stomach to throat with blood. That comes out into my mouth, and I'm screaming in my mouth.
"Oh, you shouldn't be crude. Don't throw up in front of me."
Lily's prosthetic arm blocked Devil's mouth as he tried to spit it out. I couldn't open my mouth so I refluxed to my nose and those popped out of my nostrils with blood. Tons of maggots. Understand the identity of beings who devour their bodies and confuse them with fear and decadence.
(Were all the words lying now...)
Devil, stunned, sees the lily. Lily still makes a gentle grin full of charity.
"Oh... here it is. Despair that those who did not know to be loved, who persisted in the world, thought that they had been recognized for the first time and that for the first time they had appeared to be allowed to pass through themselves and their hearts, expecting a glorious future, and because of this they were trembling with joy, but were given a light hand back to their opponents and betrayed. What do you say? You like it, don't you?
Lily continues to whisper with a mockery mixed voice that only Devil can hear.
"But, you know, I have something more comfortable to like. The hatred that followed, there's nothing in the world that I like more. I want you to enjoy it. As an experimental bench for my new art - let me be the stock of the Necromancer and lead you through eternal days of anguish, always burning with hatred, like the resentful spirits who were cursed by this village of Nuri. What do you think? You deserve it, don't you? Thank me."
(God... God... you... I'll persevere... God...... your thinking scenarios, games, it's awful and awful! I don't care how much you flatter me!
In mundane agony, Devil was shouting cursed words against God without speaking out at the end of the day, realizing his life would be lost.
Lily leaves the remains of Devil, looking over the villagers, Thousand Stones and Seven Kusei, Huiming and Shu, Mutsuki and Akiko.
"I took your breath. At least before he dies, he wants to show pity for you... and save this child's heart..."
In a pitiful tone with a nagging addition, it was a lily that muddled things not even in my mind, but only Akiko and Mutsuki were half-eyed when I knew it was a lie.