Ethereal Paradigm: A Canvas Of Black 22 Charade With The Pas

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I can still clearly recall, the myriad of events that likely led me to this situation. My older brother, the heir of the Cendrillon aristocracy killed my family that night. He plummeted to his mad selfish ambitions and to the deepest pit of dementia itself. Precedent, with the skill set he learned from his various experiences and his tier-one educators, I could tell that he had no difficulty and whatsoever on killing them, even going against swordsmen of great renown. The moment I seemed to annoy him, he tried to kill me with a gun at point-blank range. I was helpless. Lost. Sad. Alone.

This is where the deity, out of nowhere, made her quite elegant entrance whilst completely delaying the flow of time. She claimed to be Lacrimosa, the G.o.ddess of Disambiguation. She handed this weird contract that I knew nothing of, which I read frivolously, even skipping the terms and conditions that could have explained every bit of the bizarre that bombards me to no end these days. The G.o.ddess, then made me sign the contract and along with it, a wish of mine was granted, to nullify every bit of emotions that overwhelmed me greatly that moonlit night. In exchange, she said, she'll be taking my freedom.

That day, I became what she called the 'Monochrome' in her empty canvas and I also remembered opaquely as to how he referred to me as a 'Herrscher', but to this day, I never knew what it means to be 'that' really. I just continued living life the same, except I am partly emotionless. I can't feel fear, sadness, and anger. I was then taken care of by my financially-conservative grandma and a cascade of years later was enrolled in a University in an artificial island east of j.a.pan- the International Clark City. Here I met a girl of famed origin, Celes Stella Reignsworth. I was expecting another mundane school year, but that was not the case. The moment I agreed to form the pact with Lacrimosa, I was somewhat foolish to think that everything will be the same, I should have expected that none will remain deescalated.

And now, here I am, together with the so-called Prima Donna, in the rooftop of a vast building both having someone powerful at our side, claiming themselves as deities, wielders of immense authority that could outmaneuver natural laws at will.

Huh? Why the flashbacks now?

Is this what they call "memory-flashes-before-you-make-your -final-exit-in-life"?

Hopefully, it's not.

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"Too bad though, that this meeting would be our first and last." The phantom deity said while taking off his right hand's glove, signaling that a major conflict is in its brink. In my mind, Carl Orff's Carmina Burana is playing in the highest volume, a cla.s.sical composition that would best describe the predicament that I am in.

"Teheee. I can see you never changed there Deus Ex. So quick to judge and hasty in making decisions. Moreover, it's also understandable. You are nothing but an empty cog machine, unable to think independently", Lacrimosa answered, without a taint of fear nor a minuscule feeling of being intimidated by the threat of the opposing deity. The line, however, made me realize that this encounter is not to be taken lightly.

However, Lacrimosa's there, with complete confidence in her face. I wonder where this would lead me?

And still, in the myriad of questions in the queue, one thing is certain though, that this is troublesome. How I wish to turn back time and just go to an electronics store to buy second-hand technological essences from the pocket money from my conservative grandma. Unfortunately, that is not happening.

In both my physical and mental weariness, what I find interesting to think about is accordance with Celes, who is designated to be a 'Herrscher' of the proclaimed Phantom. Unfortunately, what that means is something I know nothing of.

I wonder how Celes is reacting? Is she somewhat as confused as I am? Does she also find this a little bit too superficial?

The moment I took a glimpse of her, those opinions were wiped away in an instant. The Prima Donna, standing valiantly in the side of the phantom of the opera while holding a majestic sword is not reacting the way how I envisioned. While we are a little distant, it is apparent that Celes already knew of everything. And her eyes are not of a confused nor a fragile-hearted girl's, but of a gallant knight's in an all-out war and there is a still endeavor for something that I can't explain.

"Young man, while it may be unfortunate that you're mixed up too well, none of this is your fault. It's Lacrimosa's, for choosing the most inconsequential of choices", Deus, having ignored the confident words of the lady of disambiguation turned to talk to me instead.

"My, my! What choice could he be pertaining to I wonder?" Lacrimosa responded in retaliation, but still with the confident stature.

"Ridiculous. You decided to team up with those corrupted deities right? So you could continue making men your official plaything in your boredom. You have gone too far back!" Deus replied with a very angry demeanor and his composure s.h.i.+fted to that of a rational being to an unreasonable ent.i.ty.

Plaything? Wait, can you even call a deity corrupt? Aren't they pure? Thoughts came flying to my mind but were interrupted by an additional, coming from the phantom deity himself.

"Listen to me, young man. Agreeing to form an allegiance with this G.o.ddess was but the worst sin you ever committed, and I am rather sorry to say that there is currently no means of retribution for that sin. But first, I must justify why you need to be erased from the face of the Earth."

"Interesting, now we get to have some serious back story..." Lacrimosa, knowing that there's no stopping me from clearing my questions from exploding said, that implied that I can ask the phantom deity himself.

"Why? What did she do exactly?" I asked.

"That G.o.ddess. Have you ever wondered how she became one? "

I continued lending an ear without doing anything in particular, same as what Celes had been doing this whole time, pretending to be in the sidelines when in fact she was the one who spelled this predicament upon me.

"I take that as a no. Then allow me to debunk the clandestine secrets beneath the curtains. Have you ever heard of 'The Great Depression'? That was one of the Obra Maestra of the lady."

"And? What happened?"

"That point in history, everything was so limited that even the elites had a hard time finding bread to eat. Apparently, in its plague, half of the empires of the world had been wiped out and a third of the entire population dropped dead whilst in poverty. As that happened, mourning was everywhere, requiems were sung at every corner and sadness plunged the whole world to the outer darkness where everyone drowned in utter despair. "

"Then?" I asked seeking more particulars.

"Ahem. Pardon that I may have explained it a little inadequate. For extrapolation, I must ask you this, do you know from which Lacrimosa draws her power from?"

I looked at Lacrimosa, and her expression spelled that I must insist on going on with the flashbacks.