Episode 201: Dreaming Angel (6)
The girl felt freedom for the first time in her life.
The cold and clear air that cools down to the lungs, the blue sky and clouds that look like something out of a picture, and the sun that illuminates the world and a boy who embraces the light of the sun.
Flying in the sky with such a boy, Marie had no choice but to feel free.
“The referee… … .”
Marie gently placed her hand on the boy’s cheek. A beautiful boy who is about to break. A boy who can’t take his eyes off him.
A boy who holds the scent of the blue sky that I miss so much.
“Mother’s scent… … .”
Marie held her in the boy’s arms and cleared her crying voice.
“Marie, what did you dream about?”
“I, I… … .”
Marie blurs the tip of her tongue and is unable to complete her speech. The referee hugged Marie tightly and whispered in a gentle voice.
“Yeah, I had a nightmare.”
“yes. I had a nightmare.”
So Marie began her story.
“I have nightmares every day, so it doesn’t matter, but I had a dream that I really, really couldn’t stand.”
It is said that the dream began like this.
“I remembered what happened in the family. Seeing my sisters who were trained, tested, and failed as a child punished and when I was punished. and… … .”
And, and… Marie shrugged and dug into the referee’s arms again.
“And I had dreams when the other kids would never wake up again.”
Seocheon Yuga had dozens of children. And only two of them survived. Even before she stopped talking, Marie had seen the end of such children.
“It was fine until then. It’s a dream I dream every day.”
But it was another dream that brought down Marie. To the extent that these dreams cannot be compared… … .
“I saw my mother in my dream.”
It was such a bright dream.
“Mom, the only memory I have of you is your voice when you were very young. So, even though it was the first time I saw her face, I knew she was a mother. I saw it for the first time.”
A small sobbing sounded again.
The referee was at a loss for words at the sadness he felt behind his hand.
“I hate it. Now I hate myself so much… … .”
And Marie poured out her words like they were falling apart.
“As soon as I saw my mother, the thought I had was neither happy nor longing, just resentment. I hated it so much. Because you left me alone in this world.”
“I hated him holding the baby. If I had just let it die, if I slept forever without knowing anything. If only I couldn’t be held responsible for this!”
“My mother’s smell, that scent remains in my memory… … .”
“If it wasn’t for that scent, I would have given up already. I would have abandoned the light and the sky without any hesitation.”
“So you know what I did to my mother?”
the referee asked.
“How did you do it?”
“I stole the child from my mother’s arms. And I threw it away.”
Far away- said Marie with a distorted smile.
“But the image of the mother running away in a hurry, the mother running towards the baby saying that she can’t give up on her back.”
And Marie slowly collapsed.
“It was good though. Even though I hate you so much… still… … .”
“Did you hate your mother that much?”
“yes. Because you left me alone, in this world.”
A child who has become alone.
The child who swallowed the loneliness under the sofa.
The referee slowly closed his eyes. Because the things on earth that take place under the blue sky are so sad and dark.
So the referee could not see this sky as it is. Instead, I decided to look at the ground again.
The ground where the referee met the young warriors.
The ground where I gave up my wings to protect one mother and daughter.
He embraced the earth with his eyes.
“Mary.”
And the referee began the story of a certain angel.
“There was an angel.”
It is said that the angel obeyed the heavenly orders without hesitation enough to be called the heavenly doll. It is said that he carried out the will of the heavens on earth without questioning any orders.
“The angel was truly a doll, to the extent that he was able to carry out even a potentially dangerous command without hesitation. But hey, is there an order that even such an angel has failed?”
What the hell kind of mission did it fail?
Was it a mission to purify one continent, or a mission to prevent aggression from another dimension? If not, the mission of erasing all darkness in the world?
It wasn’t. It was a very, very easy task. It’s just a mission to bring a mother’s soul to heaven.
It was such a task that even the youngest angel could easily succeed.
“But the angel failed such an easy task.”
“That is, why?”
“That’s for some reason.”
The referee smiled.
“There was a baby who was so angelic.”
And the referee’s small hand gently caressing Marie’s cheek.
“Mom didn’t mean to leave you alone in this world. I only believed in angels.”
The referee wiped Marie’s tears and said.
“It was because I believed in such a foolish angel who lost all his wings, memories, and abilities.”
Silly angel, referee.
The girl’s eyes widened.
“So, please don’t hate your mother too much, Remari.”
Only then did Marie know everything.
Why did you think you would miss the referee’s scent?
Why did I remember that smell as the smell of heaven?
The scent that I remembered as my mother’s smell was that of the referee.
“Hate me instead.”
“… I.”
“Hate me for not protecting you… … .”
At that moment, Marie could see.
A tear fell from the referee’s emerald eyes.
Marie puts unfinished words in her mouth.
Marie, who was already clumsy with her emotions, could not even say a word about these complex emotions.
“I am, so. I… … .”
“Mary.”
After wiping away the tears, the referee reached out to the ground.
“Even in a world where there are so many cruel things… … .”
The girl looked at the ground.
A blue silky sea that calmly flows.
“Isn’t it amazing how beautiful it is when you see it from the sky?”
Huge wheat fields like waving gold and rivers like blue veins between them.
“So Marie can be happy too.”
A city of people shining brightly and huge roads that look like rivers of light.
“The nightmare will end someday, and later you will see only happy things.”
And the morning sun rising in the distance.
The girl saw the light and thought of the referee’s hair.
Another tear fell from the girl’s eyes.
“Like the world I saw from the sky… … .”
The world was beautiful.
The girl had no choice but to admit that fact.
Even at the end of all that tragedy.
This world was so beautiful.
in the end like this
despite all that had happened.
The world.
“So, you must be happy.”
A layer of the atmosphere called the stratosphere.
There was a girl crying on the floor.
The girl left alone looked at the rising sun and thought of a boy she missed so much. So the girl had no choice but to cry again.
It’s like the sky is falling.
* * *
A boy dressed in a school uniform from the Central Superman Academy, a boy with scars all over his body, smiled mischievously and grabbed the doorknob of the dark iron door.
“Now is the time.”
The doorknob turns with a squeaking sound.
The boy’s name was Gori, to some he was called the Four Heavenly Kings, and to others he was called the Doorman.
Gori entered the door without hesitation. A picture of Hell’s Gate hanging under a dark and red light and a red sofa and a boy sleeping on it.
Everything was as Gori had imagined.
Gori naturally knelt down and looked at the referee.
The beauty that made it known that he was of his kind, and the black hair that almost came close to him.
Dark Karma powerful enough to erase the boundaries of everything.
And even a drop of tears that flowed because I had not yet accepted the darkness.
“He was right, senpai.”
Gori said while stroking the referee’s jet-black hair.
“Aren’t you mistaken that he wants something like a Corrupted Champion? The Fallen Champion is a human after all, and all he wanted was you, your kind, always.”
The wounded corners of Gori’s mouth rose again.
“In order to lead my seniors towards the dark without hurting them, I just needed a canteen called the Fallen Champion. A canteen for karma.”
Saddamsedam- Gori said he was excited.
“And I drank and drank the water in that canister to the point that it was very suffocating. senior.”
Gori got up again and looked at the painting hanging in the room. The gates of hell, sinners suffering for their sins became the doorframes, and the darkness that filled the world became the doors.
All you need now is the doorknob and someone who is qualified to turn it.
And in this room, everything was ready.
“Then, let’s open the door to a new world.”
After those words, Gori did not open her mouth. Without saying a word, he took the dagger out of his arms and, without a moan, pierced the knife deep into his right chest.
.
.
.
Thus, Gori’s body began to slowly collapse.
My vision was blurred and my ears were numb.
However, there was something saddened about his expression.
A ring that uses his own blood to draw a doorknob with his trembling hands. When I finished the door like that, I smiled again and collapsed and did not move.
Only dark hours passed in the room like that. That was then.
The boy, who had been sleeping deeply on the sofa, got up and approached the painting.
The boy, whose eyes were still closed, was slowly approaching the painting with a staggering gait, as if he was sleepwalking.
Touk- There is something different about the boy’s feet.
It was a ring that no longer moved.
Although the boy was asleep, he could understand the ring lying on the floor over there. No, I had to understand.
For some, this world is hell itself, so there are people who want to judge this world even by opening the gates of hell.
The sleeping referee suddenly realized.
“good night… … .”
After closing the eyes of Gori, who couldn’t close his eyes, the referee slowly approached the door.
In this world.
A proper judgment is needed.
So the referee will turn this doorknob. He will turn around and invite his people to this world who are waiting for him in front of me.
It will be.
The referee must do so.
So I have to approach that painting and use the power of karma to open that door… … .
But the referee just stood still and flinched. Even though I’m wrinkling my brows from nightmares and holding my hands so tight that they turn white. The referee did not intend to move.
Even though his small shoulders trembled and tears appeared in his eyes, the referee simply crouched down in front of the picture.
“The referee.”
At that moment, a nostalgic voice came from beyond the door. A voice that is somewhat blunt, yet full of joy.
“Where are you? Hurry up, answer me quickly! It’s too dark here. No, I’m a warlock, so of course I’m not afraid of the dark at all… … .”
It was Soya’s voice. He was scared, but hiding his fears was just like Soya’s voice.
“I mean, this darkness is too black-and-white… … ! Hurry, open it!”
The referee stood up again.
Then he puts his hand on the painting… … .
“hurry!”
He pulled the doorknob drawn in the picture strongly.
Boouk- Boouk- The sound of something like a sketchbook being ripped filled the red room. A hand sticking out of the torn picture.
The owner of the hand was a girl exactly like Soya, except for the eyes. There was nothing different from Soya except that her eyes were shining red.
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No, the look was different.
Because Soya couldn’t have made such a dark expression on her face.
“The power of the fallen angel, shadow play.”
Red-eyed Soya couldn’t hide her joy and hugged the referee strongly. But the referee still couldn’t open his eyes.
“What do you think? It is the ability to imitate the other person’s personality, appearance, behavior, and abilities. It’s a minor and weak power, but it’s useful in times like these.”
The ability to imitate everything the other person does is just a weak and useless power for the Demon King. It is the Demon King who uses the black paint that erases the enemy from this world as a normal hit.
If so, what kind of power does the strong power have? Before going to sleep, the referee always had that question in mind.
“I will teach you later.”
said the monarch.
“After everything is done.”