Capítulo 33: 33. Star Plasma Vesel (5/5)
(A/N: Sorry for the update delay, I just finished up the project at school and I'm utterly disappointed and depressed. Uni suck... so anyways, here I'm, writing with pure depression.
I also notice I pissed off some random ass simp because I killed Riko and honesty, it brings joy to my soul.)
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With a thud, Riko's head fell onto the ground lifelessly. Stepping closer to the fallen head, Makima picked it up and caressed what remained of Riko's in a morbid manner. Her slender and white finger traced down the girl's cheek, carefully wiping away the blood that had splattered on her face.
Even at the moment she died, Riko's eyes were still wide open in disbelief as if she didn't know what just happened. She would never know now either way. Makima embraced Riko as she helped the girl close her widened eyes. Watching this scene, it was hard to say that Makima was the one that killed her.
Blood and parts of visceral paint throughout the entire hallway, giving way to the eerie silence and the terrified Geto slumping on the ground with his mouth gagged dryly. His pupils dilated as he couldn't process the scene unfolding before his eyes.
Makima approached him and held Riko's head in front of Geto like it was some kind of present. "Oh, here is the gift for you, Geto's kun." With a casual smile always lingering on her face, she whispered in a cheerful voice.
"Why-y are you doing this?..." Geto was horrified by her cold demeanor and callousness for everything around her.
Slightly disappointed that Geto didn't receive her gift, Makima sighed softly and placed the head down like a trophy. "What do you mean by 'doing this', Geto-kun?"
This aloofness began to get on his nerves and finally, something snapped. "You killed her!" Geto couldn't take it anymore and lash out.
"Do you mean Mrs.Yashida? Her grandchild? The person named Riko Amanai? Or the others? Seriously, the range is too wide, don't you think? Perhaps try narrowing it down so I can know which one you are talking about." She crouched down to his eye level and extended her hand toward Geto in a manner that made Geto feel churned in his stomach.
This sickening person just admitted she killed more than what he could perceive.
"Well, that settles it." Geto came to a conclusion and summoned several Cursed Spirits and ordered them to attack her.
"Die." His words were cold and devoid of any emotions. Yet strangely, Makima, who was facing those words, appeared to be oddly calm enough to even slightly chuckle at his cold order.
"Reverse order." Makima whispered with a tone that was barely hearable.
At that moment, the Cursed Spirits that were ready to pounce on her figure showed signs of hesitation. One by one, they moved to her side despite being under his Curse Manipulation Technique.
Unease crept into his heart as he unleashed a powerful punch toward Makima. She didn't flinch nor did she raise her hand to defend herself against the upcoming blow. With an unsurprised look on her face, Makima didn't even bother to dodge and take on the full blow.
The punch, packed with an intense surge of Cursed Energy and at that seemingly fleeting moment, a black lightning crackled through the air.
[Black Flash]
A chilling, bone-cracking crunch reverberated as Makima's neck snapped and twisted at an uncanny degree under the impact of such a powerful blow. It appeared that the punch managed to even splinter her skull.
Her figure was launched backward and collided against the wall, making a thunderous crash as web-like cracks appeared like a spider web behind her. Dust blew up into the air under the impact, momentarily obscuring her figure.
Yet, as the dust settled, standing there was Makima, completely unharmed. It was as if she didn't even take any damage from that devastating blow. This left Geto completely baffled as disbelief began to etch on his face.
Makima dusted her clothes off as it seemed like she was more bothered by getting her clothes dirty than the actual fight "Don't need to be hasty Geto-kun. Do you remember the child you killed? What did it feel like?" The chain appeared on her abdomen, linking to every Cursed Spirits that had attempted to assault her with their lousy attack.
She let out a satisfying hum as she reminisced."At that time, you were so shocked that I had fun watching you. Ahh, nothing good like those old times, isn't it?"
Her expression was cold, devoid of any emotion that was ever known and ever will be known to a human. She held no empathy for the life she had taken. She had manipulated him through her power to her content, watching a grown man break down after killing some innocents was rather amusing to her.
Didn't deaths occur every now and then? Why make a fuss over some loss of lives that is barely countable on one hand? The game had just started, this was nothing more than a mere loss in the ocean. Makima found that hardly worth noticing but it seemed like Geto was in a different mindset.
So naturally, it aroused her interest. If she could learn it through him, wouldn't that be better?
Idly patting a Cursed Spirit that looked like a dog with three eyes, Makima's expression remained unshaken despite being surrounded by Geto's Cursed Spirits.
"...Who are you?" Geto muttered, strength left his tone and instead, it was replaced by horror. He found himself in utter disbelief as he watched his Cursed Spirits turn against him one by one.
From what he observed, the chain acted as a medium to overwrite his command, twisting their control and setting Makima as their owner. The realization that his control was easily being seized like that sent a wave of terror through him.
"Right, I haven't introduced myself yet, have I?" Makima hit her palm with her fist as if she had overlooked something important. This made Geto even more terrified as he couldn't get his head on what she was on.
Glancing at him, she put one hand behind her back while putting her index finger on the corner of her lips and tilting her head, acting coyly to appear cute with her antics. But in Geto's eyes were completely different. He felt terror, that uneasy feeling looming over his body, creeping into his very being.
"I'm a Devil. The Control Devil," she stated, her sinister gaze locking onto his.
The words struck him like ice. His mind struggled to process, to make sense of what he was seeing. "You… You're the Devil."
He stammered, the tremor in his voice betraying the terror welling up inside him. "The Devil itself."
Makima took a step closer, her gaze unwavering, her face mere inches from his. Her expression was calm, almost indifferent, yet there was a darkness behind it—a layered coldness that made his stomach churn. She wore her mask well, but beneath it, there were countless others.
"The blend between good and evil."Makima murmured, drawing a coin from her pocket. She didn't look at it as she tossed it into the air. It spun through the faint light, catching glimmers in the dim room, before falling to the ground with a metallic clink that echoed through the silence. Her eyes remained fixed on Geto as the sound faded.
"Like a coin, one couldn't exist without the other." Her words were steady, and deliberate, each one laced with a quiet intensity. She held his gaze, a hint of amusement in her eyes as if revealing a secret.
"So you need to balance things out. There is Gojo Satoru, who represents the good side, but what about the other side? That is where you come in, my dear." Makima continued, her voice soft yet piercing.
Without warning, she drew him into an embrace, her hand reaching up to stroke his messy hair. Her fingers threaded through it slowly, deliberately, and she leaned close, her breath warm against his ear.
"I will personally make you into the necessary evil between the two evils here, Geto-kun." Her voice was barely a whisper, intimate and chilling. Startled, Geto felt a shiver run through him, and in an instant, he pushed her back, creating space between them.
"Don't mistake my intentions," she said, her tone hardening, her gaze piercing through him. "I am ultimately on humanity's side. Every action I take, every sacrifice I make, is solely for humanity's future." Her eyes bore into him with an intensity that made it feel like she could see right through him.
Geto let out a low, mocking laugh, shaking his head in disbelief. "For humanity? That's why you've done all this? How absurd for a maniac like you." His voice was drenched in scorn, his eyes narrowed with disdain. He couldn't accept her words and couldn't fathom her twisted justification.
Makima simply paused, watching him with a calm, almost detached expression, as if unbothered by his reaction. "Let's make it simpler, then. Between two evils, which would you choose?"
Geto hesitated, the question lingering in the air. He could feel the weight of her words pressing on him, each syllable challenging him. When he didn't answer, Makima sighed softly, a faint look of the expected outcome flickering in her eyes.
"Yes," she whispered, a small smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. "You choose the lesser one."
The meaning behind her words was unmistakable, and realization dawned on Geto's face. She was warning him. If he refused to become the evil she needed, if he resisted, then she would continue her path unrestrained, killing anything and anyone in her way. She was telling him that she was the greater evil, and his role was to stand between her and everyone else, a necessary barrier.
A necessary evil.
Geto stared at her, disbelief and horror mingling in his expression.
But Geto was no ordinary sorcerer; he was a Special Grade, and despite the crushing fear, he did what his instincts demanded in that critical moment: he attacked.
Geto's fist shot forward in a burst of anger, aimed straight at Makima. But before it could reach her, his arm halted mid-air, caught by an invisible force.
Startled, he glanced down to see thick, metallic chains snaking around his wrist, extending from her body like they had their own consciousness. His pupils dilated in horror, but before he could react, the chains multiplied, binding his arms, legs, and torso in a swift, unyielding embrace. He was completely immobilized, cocooned in a web of chains that seemed to tighten with each passing second.
"Don't struggle, Geto-kun." Makima's voice was smooth, almost playful as if this was a game she'd been waiting to play. She lifted her hands, forming an "L" shape with her index fingers and thumbs, making an imaginary camera frame. With a smirk, she positioned it in front of her eye, peering at him through the space between her fingers. The mischief in her gaze stood in stark contrast to the terror reflected in his.
Geto's breath quickened, panic starting to set in. He thrashed against the chains, each movement only making them coil tighter around him. His heart raced, the cold grip of dread settling in his chest. It felt as though he was sinking deeper into a deep sea, the chains pulling him down, robbing him of any chance for escape. The more he fought, the more he felt the weight of hopelessness closing in, suffocating him, and dragging him into darkness.
In that crushing moment, as the chains held him completely still, Geto came to a chilling revelation.
He was utterly powerless against her. The sense of strength he once believed he possessed now felt like a cruel joke, a feeble illusion. Here, entangled in her chains, he understood that he was merely a piece in her grand design, a pawn trapped in her relentless grasp. She was beyond him, beyond anything he could fight against.
The realization hit him like a blow, stealing the last fragments of resistance from his heart. She wasn't an opponent he could defeat; she was a force that consumed everything in her path, and he was just another soul caught in the wake of her ambition.
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