Xingyue, is Xiaokai also considered Kai?

Demosisto's left eye is an organ constructed by imitating God's authority and stealing the fundamental concepts of "wisdom" and "light".

That was the starting point of all change, the core of his false godhood.

At this moment, this cage was pierced by the primordial light itself.

The imprisoned "light" was liberated at this moment.

Demyogo's entire left eye, along with half of his head, began to become transparent and light particles, returning to the purest form of ether.

"what--"

Only now did the pain begin.

It is not physical pain.

It is the excruciating pain of the denial of "existence" itself, the absolute pain of "hypocrisy" being completely erased by "truth".

Demogue let out a wail that seemed inhuman.

The mournful and distant sound seemed to be the final lament of billions of acts of violence and poverty.

As it let out a wail, its right eye suddenly burst open, gushing out thick, black blood as sticky as oil.

Black blood shot into the sky, crossing the dimensional barrier and splashing into the boundless sea of ​​stars.

At this moment, a corner of the universe was permanently painted with the color of his death.

The wails gradually weakened, turning into heavy panting.

This last breath, exhaled from Demyo's mouth and nose, transformed into a cosmic hurricane that swept across the heavens and earth.

Where the storm passed, stars were swept up and scattered like fallen leaves.

Those ancient celestial bodies that have hung in the sky since time immemorial, those silent stars that have witnessed countless rises and falls, were all wiped out of the real world by a third of them in the face of this final wind of death.

The sky is broken.

The light spear dissipated inch by inch.

The vitality of the Demotic Song has been extinguished.

But the end has only just begun.

The enormous corpse did not dissipate or fall; instead, it expanded.

It expanded and spread wildly in all directions in a way that violated all the laws of physics.

Flesh and blood transformed into scorched earth burning with eternal sin.

The bones transformed into a black mountain range covered in spikes that stretched across the sky and earth.

Black blood coalesced into a ceaseless river of despair.

The shattered divine essence became an ever-present, cursed cloud hanging over this land... the bedrock of the newly born hell.

Those who are "ever-changing" ultimately become eternal by taking the form of "unchanging".

That was Demuseum's own choice, the end of the "everything changes" path, and proof of existence.

For this,

Novia has no intention of interfering, nor does she wish to.

His gaze fell upon the Pandemonium, where Satan resided.

Next step.

His figure vanished from the spot.

There was no tearing of space, no crossing of the speed of light.

It simply "decides" that it will appear at the next location, and reality obediently fulfills this outcome.

......

The Temple of All Demons.

The palace where the fallen kings reign.

However, at this moment, an unprecedented deathly silence pervaded the air.

The enormous throne that once stood high in the circular council chamber was now completely empty.

Its master, Demosisto the Ultimate Satan, is gone forever.

The remaining plural beings, known as "Satan," sat quietly in their respective second-ranking seats.

There was no conversation, not even a physical movement.

Just wait.

A ripple suddenly spread across the central space of the hall.

Novia slowly walked out from there.

In an instant, they all converged on him.

The most violent and direct of these came from the throne on the right-hand side—Rahab.

This ancient ruler of the sea radiated a fury akin to a volcano about to erupt. His anger did not stem from Demug's death; rather, it was a more personal obsession.

“You…” Rahab’s voice was filled with a burning, oppressive force, “Why…not me?”

Why wasn't I defeated by your own hand? Why was it Shekina? That "glory" should have belonged to me!

Rahab's anger stemmed from his regret that "as a dragon, he was not defeated by the Lord's own hand."

Novia turned his gaze to her; he understood the feeling.

"You want this?"

"That's all I ask for!" Rahab abruptly rose from his throne, his immense divine power sweeping out like a tsunami, causing the entire Pandemonium to tremble violently in his rage.

"can."

Novia uttered only two words.

The next instant, he raised his hand.

There was no spear of light, no fury.

He simply made a light, empty gesture toward Rahab.

"—!"

Rahab's immense divine power, enough to overturn the earth, was compressed into a point almost invisible to the naked eye.

Then, that spot shattered.

It wasn't an explosion, but rather it shattered like a piece of glass into billions of shimmering specks of light.

Rahab knelt helplessly on the ground, but his face showed no pain or humiliation; instead, it displayed a relieved, almost dazed sense of satisfaction.

lost.

The defeat was so complete, so inevitable.

Rahabana's centuries-long burning anger has finally found peace.

Satisfied.

Novia's gaze shifted from Rahab, whose wish had been fulfilled, to the other thrones.

"Azazel".

"Lucifero".

"Paradise Lost - Satan".

Novia read out the three names in turn.

"Draco has already told you about your situation, hasn't he?"

Novia's gaze then finally settled on the last one, Satan Samyansha.

Unlike other Satans, Samyangsha possessed neither violent rage nor pure arrogance, only confusion.

So Novia continued to speak.

.....

In ancient times, in Egypt.

The scorching sun baked the earth, and the soil after the Nile River flooded exuded a mixed scent of life and death.

Samyan Shah, the king of the Egyptian heavens, intends to carry out justice and will bring down the tenth calamity upon this land.

The deaths of the firstborn sons were widespread throughout Egypt.

The cries of humanity could be clearly heard even from high above the sky.

This was to demonstrate God's majesty, to punish Pharaoh's stubbornness, and to uphold absolute "justice."

I should have been so certain.

However, it was stopped at the crucial moment by the very 'justice' it believed in.

At that time, He said this:

"While I wish to wipe away all the tears, I do not intend to eliminate human sorrow. The heart is noble and uncontrollable; once restrained, it becomes like a puppet. Looking at you, and the angels who are like children, makes me feel this even more."

absurd.

Sang Yangsha's feelings at that time could be summed up in just two words.

Incomprehensible.

Did we make a mistake?

This "justice," which originated from God's will and was launched to demonstrate God's majesty, is actually wrong? Then what is justice? What is order? God, what are you thinking?

This issue has remained a knot in my heart ever since.

Therefore, he questioned, therefore he fell, and therefore he became Satan.

I have searched for countless years but have never found the answer.

Until today.

"For me, whether it's that version of myself or the version of myself now..."

Novia's voice pulled Sangyas back from his distant memories. He saw Novia's eyes, those same eyes that looked exactly the same as before, staring at him.

"...You angels will always be children."

Sang Yangsha's body trembled almost imperceptibly.

"Although you are born from human prayers and songs, the relationship between you and 'me' is unbreakable. It is an unchanging 'special' and also a 'common sense'."

Novia's words were very calm.

"Simply put, you should all become 'human' by now."

To become...a person?

Sang Yangsha's pupils suddenly contracted.

For these angels, born with the armor of probability, what does "becoming human" mean? Is it degradation? Is it punishment?

“As human beings, your hearts are all unique. At least, that’s what I believe,” Novia continued. “And I’m not at the point where I can ignore your hearts and treat you as mindless ‘weapons’ to be lumped together.”

His gaze swept over Sangyangsha, and over all the Satans present.

“I can’t treat you like products on an assembly line, like I’m just doing a job. I don’t have that kind of thinking.”

“Even if the number of angels expands to an immeasurable extent, your value as ‘individuals’ will not be diminished in the slightest.”

Sentence by sentence, sound by sound.

Novia's words overlapped with her old saying, "The heart is noble and uncontrollable."

“You don’t understand the meaning of ‘human being’, but I can tell you.”

Novia's gaze seemed to drift into the distance.

"Respect finite life. That moment when the soul burns bright is the glory of life."

"Go see the blue sky, feel the cool breeze."