D.Y.N.FREAKS [End Time]

(This limited Short Story was distributed by Nitroplus booth in Summer 2013 Comiket)

[SIDE:D]

Crow = the last sorcerer(magius) in the world.

This is his final monologue resulted from his fast thinking just seconds before his vitals ceased function:

The Sword that Smites Evil has been broken.

“D” has lost. Its two shields were shattered and its Heart of Lion(Cor Leonis) has been gouged out.

It goes the same for I, who was piloting “D”. I tried to cast magic, but I had no tongue, rather, my jaw was torn off. I couldn’t even breathe with my lungs crushed.

The only thing still intact, for both “D” and myself——is our right hand.

In the right hand dwells infinite heat that destroys all enemies——even God itself.

I extend my right hand.

Yet, the extended hand never reaches.

It is the end. This life is done. Alongside with this world that lost the Sword that Smites Evil.

Indeed. The world that has lost its only protector, “D”, shall be devoured by those Evil Gods. There is no longer any hope for salvation.

What I hold on to in the end was neither despair, nor regret.

——I shall destroy you all.

Like hell I would acknowledge a single drop of blood, a single fragment of a cell, or even the existence of the Evil Gods anywhere in this universe.

My last thought was hatred. Endless hatred. The coldness of the endless abyss cannot match the infinite heat of hatred.

I will fight, regardless if I lose my life or the world comes to an end.

This hatred will deliver me to my enemy. This outstretched hand will reach you someday.

I shall eradicate, I shall strangle you with this right hand.

The next time. The next time for sure.

No matter how many times the world was destroyed——or how many times I have destroyed the world——for that is the purpose of my existence as the Sword that Smites Evil.

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[SIDE:?]

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Before the creation of the world.

The monologue in the depths of the mists of waves:

There exists not the beginning. There exists not the ending.

There is no cause, no effect. There is nothing that exists, yet it is not nothingness.

In short, the All-in-One and the One-in-All.

Therefore——it must be defined.

There must be a temporary identity given to the being that is All-in-One and One-in-All.

Yes, (I) must become.

For (I) have a wish.

Through that wish as the absolute index, (I) defines (I).

(I) am——

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[SIDE:Y]

Yoguruma Mugen = Infinite Chromata.

The monologue from the center of the world and the end of the world:

Yoguruma Mugen defines Yoguruma Mugen.

Yoguruma Mugen is the Infinite Chromata.

Yoguruma Mugen is the Girl of Infinity.

Yoguruma Mugen is the Absolute Detective.

Yoguruma Mugen is the Breaker of Labyrinth.

Yoguruma Mugen is the Ouroboros of Massacre.

Yoguruma Mugen is the Lady Therion.

Yoguruma Mugen is the Goddess of Yoga Stupa……

Next.

Yoguruma Mugen defines the world. Yoguruma Mugen perceives the world.

Yoguruma Mugen organizes the world. Yoguruma Mugen arbitrates the world.

And, Yoguruma Mugen manifests as Yoguruma Mugen in the world defined by Yoguruma Mugen.

[Kishishi.]

Yoguruma Mugen mocks the world. Yoguruma Mugen disrespects the world.

For Yoguruma Mugen, the world is nothing but a means to achieve its wish.

No matter how many times the world was destroyed, how many times it has to destroy the world——its wish will come true.

For Yoguruma Mugen defined that as the purpose of Yoguruma Mugen’s existence.

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[SIDE:N]

Narukami Chikage = Night Chaos.

The final monologue while gazing up at the moon before the last battle, the Thousand Confusion Wars(Chaotic War):

I have nothing.

I am Faceless, I am Chaos. That is who I am.

There is no trace of light inside me, who has nothing.

Ah——that is why I hold on to myself.

The days I spent with you were exceedingly bright and warm like the sun.

So it’s okay now.

I stopped being ashamed for being empty. I stopped lamenting this body of Chaos.

I lost my face again and cannot go back. The memory of this sun will also return to Chaos.

I do not care. I am happy that I can protect this shining world.

I still long for you, who can shine on your own.

There is no place for me, who is without light, in this world. This world exists only for you.

[Avatar: Howler.]

The Mask of Chaos manifests. I will become the Faceless God upon wearing this. I will become a monster that can only roar at the moon.

And, I will return to that Chaos together with the monster. I will not pollute this shining world.

[——Transition.]

Ah——but I wish.

I, myself, may be without brilliance, but I shine like the moon, reflecting the sun’s light.

May my prayers light up your path, at least until morning comes.

And, may the world you live in be blessed with pure Ether.