The wind is blowing. I can hear it's gentle breath. It tickles my ears and it ruffles my hair. It reminds me that I still live, in this little garden of sin.
The wind is blowing. It whistles and it howls. It speaks of carnage and chaos. It is a gentle calm before a storm. A catastrophe that will see the
collapse of all who live in the world. A curious branch of the grand tree that may well be labeled
Dead Ends.
The wind is blowing. So begins the last days of this world. There is only a few years left before catastrophe begins and cannot be averted. Humanity will be bleached white and removed as the sinful creatures that they are. There will be no future left and this world, like many others, will be cut away.
Such is the role of the
Seven Beasts. Soon I would act and bleach the world clean, as was my duty and my will. One day, I will find a human strong enough to resist.
But it is not today. Today was a day of rest, as so declared by the
Grand Angel. The world of men came to be still, and even the restless and the driven seemed to become sedate for a time.
Such is the wallowing of man. From the birth of Gilgamesh to the finale of Jesus, humans could be said to wallow in their own pity, their stresses and their lamentations. They slowly collapsed under the weight of their choices, and finally, gave up the will to live and die. Few passed on who were ready to do so.
My eyes flickered as I caught sight of a body. A boy, darting in between people. A human body that had been abused through lack of food and nutrition. Spry muscles and flesh stretched over bones that were entirely too small. It took a moment to realise the how and the why. He was being chased. Therefore, the bread in his arms was clearly not his.
A thief. A suffering mortal. A glance with my sight told me why he had stolen the bread. A human teenager, poisoned, unable to move and ultimately dying of hunger. There was no future for either of them. If I did nothing, the Grand Orders of man would start, fail and pass everyone by without any meaning. After all, this world would be culled within twenty years regardless. It would be bleached white and falter at the close, as the
Pity would be defeated and then the world would simply… pop.
The end of a world was an instantaneous, yet sinister thing. It could only be called sad. Yet…
Technically speaking, I didn't have to do a thing. This world had no future. It would follow its path and end without any interference from me. I had no need to join in, to Advent and challenge man in this time and place. This world's only hope was to provide a valid alternative world to the
Pan-Human History. It could not do so in its current state.
Yet to allow it that one chance, I would have to be very cruel. Indeed, one might call such cruelty worthy of a beast. I might love humanity. I do not love humans. Not at an individual level. Humans were like ants, a dime a dozen and with little genuinely separating one from another. They were inconsequential. If they proved otherwise, there would be no need for me, after all.
I watched the boy flee. I watched him struggle. I closed my eyes.
There was no need to remain.
After all, there were many other branches. Indeed, there were other trees, if I were so desperate. There was no need to do a single thing.
Yes. There was no need at all.
But humans are impulsive, and I inherited that trait from them.
But humans are prone to acting against their interests, and I inherited that trait from them.
But humans loved to force their will upon the world, and I inherited that trait from them.
If I acted, I would create a singularity of possibility. A single life by which was unique. If I acted, by stealing these two lives, the world would push back and create something new.
And with that in mind, I lifted my hand, formed a handgun into my palm, and smiled.
"Good night, sweet child."
He did not suffer. The trigger pulled, and he died instantly. In that moment, the world changed. After all, it would have to reshuffle ever so slightly, inventing something that otherwise would not be, to accommodate the new existence.
Alas, I had made more work for myself. I would have to see to Goetia's demise, now. There was no sense letting him get in my way.
This world was mine.
All mine. After all, I loved humans. This world would get to live just a little longer in my shadow, wrapped in the cold embrace of my judgement. Then it would either disappear, or it would prove itself an alternative.
I was okay with this.
Possibilities crackled, as I closed my eyes and returned to dormancy. There was no need to experience it all, after all. I could see the past, the future, the present in equal measure. I could see the Holy Grail War in Fuyuki that I would have to interfere with. I could see the formation of the security organisation, Chaldea.
I could see it's sad collapse. After all, there would be not grand Pity to fight. Its time would come and go without nary a peep. A project proven unnecessary and therefore scuttled. A tragic ending to a play it didn't even know it was in.
And then, finally, a small light blooming. In 2022. The beginning of the end.
Ah, what a light it was. My dear little possibility.
Live. Love. Grow.
I will see you at the close.
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Your name is…
[ ] Write in.
You are a…
[ ] Boy
[ ] Girl
You are a member of the…
[ ] The Department of Spiritual Evocation.
[ ] The Department of Mineralogy.
[ ] The Department of Astromancy.
[ ] The Department of Modern Magecraft Theory.
You are…
[ ] Late for class! Professor El-Melloi would be furious!
[ ] Making your way to lunch. The Chaldea club was waiting.
[ ] Researching a curious mix of fox and cat. A creature from another time and place.
[ ] Committing murder. After all, this little bastard stole your thesis.
[ ] Visiting the doctor. It was time to transplant the rest of your Crest.
