บท 34: Chapter 34 - I am Testament.
Lilith Multiverse
Taimanin World
Japan, Gosha Village, Mizuki mansion, Basement, dungeon prison.
Day 4
7:20 am, August 15, 2078, Saturday.
For Asagi, It was rather complicated to see her archenemy currently unconscious having bindings in her hands and feet that restrict her from moving. She noticed how the binding has seals in them that removed the chances of her rescaling. Asagi pondered where this binding came from and glanced at the only answer she could conclude.
The man, Testament is truly filled with mystery that she can fully uncover in a short conversation.
She returned her gaze back at their prisoner and grimaced at the unpleasant memory that she had to endure. This woman was the one who made her experience the death of former fiancée that made her feel helpless during that time. She was there seeing him slowly losing her grip from him and the future of quiet life eventually shattered into a million pieces that her heart couldn't return from.
Asagi and her sister would be captured by Oboro and tortured fighting a place called Chaos Arena which is an illegal fighting ring that Mostly comprised women, with some fighting experience, forced to fight each other or demons. Which would often result in death or sexual punishments in the loser's case. On top of that, those fights were recorded and broadcasted on television, through hidden channels.
Though she and her sister won, escaping from that horrid place while killing the one who made everything fall to place but the scar left in that day haunts her every moment of her life.
Does that mean she hates Oboro? Yes. But simply saying hate was an understatement. However, she knows simply killing her won't bring back the life she lost.
Asagi felt unsure on how to feel about Oboro now that she had the power to do anything to her. She suddenly felt her hands being grasped, turning to Testament who looked at her softly.
"I can sense your emotion. Whatever between you two is up to you to decide on what fate she should face. I haven't said this but when your mine also means I am yours. Whatever you need, I'll do my best to support you."
His words strike her heart, reminding of her fiancé thinking about what he would want for her. She began to think that by keeping herself shackled by the past means her fiancé wouldn't be able to rest.
It was strange. The two were strangers and only met yesterday yet felt closer than what strangers should be. Certainly this is the effect of his charm but his words and character made her consider that he is more of a man than what his appearance showcases. He held firmly in her hands showing that he doesn't have any intention of letting her god and his words mean more than anything in this world.
If she pursued this relationship that they were building meant she wouldn't lose him because of how strong he was. The more she thinks about it, the more she realizes that she has nothing she can offer because of her heart considering he can take everything if he wanted but decided to be kind.
He has the nature of Incubus but takes responsibility for it unlike what this demon is known for. Asagi's lips curled up where he was gentle outside of bed.
"Oh, it looks like she's waking up," one of them murmured, their attention drawn to Oboro as her eyes slowly fluttered open. The moment she registered their presence, her gaze sharpened into a deadly glare, her killing intent palpable in the air.
The two exchanged uneasy glances, but before they could speak, Oboro's voice cut through the tension like a blade.
"Isn't this quite the reunion?" she hissed, her tone dripping with venom.
"What a pathetic sight, you orc whore. Let me guess—you're here to bask in your victory, to revel in the fact that you've captured me? Do you really think that means you've won?"
Her words were laced with scorn, each one a dagger aimed at Asagi's heart. Though bound and restrained, Oboro's defiance was unbroken, and her attack came not through physical force but through the sheer malice of her words.
"So, what's next? Are you going to kill me? Or are you too cowardly to finish what you've started?"
The room seemed to grow colder with each word she spat, her hatred a tangible force that pressed down on them both. Oboro might have been physically subdued, but her spirit was far from defeated, and her wrath was a weapon all its own.
"Hahaha! Won't that bring you joy?" Oboro taunted, her laughter echoing through the room, filled with cruel amusement.
"Killing the one who took away your pathetic boy toy? Go ahead, Asagi, if you think that will give you peace. But don't delude yourself into thinking this will change anything. I'll return, and I'll haunt you. I'll be your nightmare until the end of your days."
Oboro's stubborn defiance was unyielding, completely oblivious to the fact that her fate was about to be far worse than death. She reveled in her hatred, believing her spirit could never be broken.
But then, Asagi spoke, her voice disturbingly calm.
"Is that all?"
The question hung in the air like a death knell, and Oboro's mocking smile faltered. Her eyes widened in shock as she finally took in the expression on Asagi's face. It wasn't the same as the last time they had faced each other.
Gone was the lifeless, hopeless gaze that had once clung to the past. What she saw now was far more unsettling—a calmness that bordered on serene, a quiet resolve that hinted at something much darker.
For the first time, Oboro felt a flicker of fear. This was not the broken woman she had once tormented. This was someone different, someone who had overcome her pain and emerged with a terrifying new strength.
Asagi's expression didn't carry the desperation of revenge; it carried the weight of something far more profound. It was a calmness that whispered of suffering, of trials endured and overcome, and of a resolve so deep that no threat, not even death, could shake it.
It was almost as if she was looking at Oboro with pity!
"You! How dare you look at me with those eyes!" Oboro's voice was a shriek of fury, her composure unraveling as she recoiled from Asagi's unyielding gaze. The calmness she saw there was unbearable—a pity she couldn't comprehend, a serenity that mocked her rage.
"What did that thing do to you?!" she demanded, her voice cracking with hysteria. "What did it do to make you look at me with pity instead of hate?! You bastard!"
Her anger spiraled out of control, her hatred flaring into blind rage. She turned her fury on Testament, her eyes blazing with loathing. But her anger found no purchase in him; he merely stared back, his expression cold and indifferent. To him, Oboro was nothing more than a walking carcass—a creature consumed by its own hatred, thrashing in vain against the inevitable.
His silence only enraged her further. How could they—how could anyone—dare to pity her? To see her as something to be pitied, rather than feared? The thought gnawed at her, driving her deeper into madness as she glared at him, a mixture of rage and desperation contorting her features.
But Testament's gaze never wavered. He stood as an impassive wall against her fury, his cold eyes reflecting the inevitability of her fate. In that moment, Oboro realized that she was no longer the hunter but the hunted, and the realization made her blood boil with a helpless, consuming rage.
Oboro enjoyed the fact that Asagi won't ever be healed by the scar of the past but now her favorite toy had returned to her former glory means her hard work had been shattered.
"Killing you isn't even worth my time. I'm sure the time of Edwin and the enemy that lurks in the shadow are now numbered." Asagi glanced over to Testament thinking that Shiranui's suggestion for unifying the Clans and Gosha village through Testament would result in more benefit than harm.
"As if!" Oboro spat, her voice trembling with a mix of desperation and defiance.
"You think you can defeat us? You're nothing but a lapdog of the government! They'll eradicate all of you in the future—just you wait! You have no allies! No influence! No power over the world! But Lord Edwin… Lord Edwin does!" Her voice grew frantic as she tried to shatter their resolve, grasping for any sliver of control.
"He has the Nomad! He has an army! He has power!"
Her words echoed in the room, but they fell flat against the growing tension. Despite her attempts to sound triumphant, there was an undercurrent of fear in her voice. She wanted to believe in the power of Lord Edwin, in the security of his army, in the inevitability of their victory. But even as she shouted his name, a creeping doubt gnawed at the edges of her mind.
And then, the temperature in the room seemed to drop, a chill settling into the air as if the very atmosphere had turned hostile. Oboro's rant faltered as her eyes widened in horror, focusing on the figure that had begun to move.
The ebony reaper stepped forward, his presence like a shadow of death itself, each step slow and deliberate, carrying with it an aura of impending doom. The silence that followed was suffocating, as if the room itself held its breath.
Oboro's defiance withered as she locked eyes with the reaper. Gone was the bravado, the arrogance—what remained was the raw, naked fear of someone who had finally realized the true depth of the abyss before them. The power she had boasted of, the army she had relied on, all of it seemed meaningless in the face of this dark figure.
In that moment, Oboro knew—no amount of power, no army, no ally could protect her from what was coming. The reaper's advance was a herald of her doom, and nothing she could say would stop it.
"So what?" he asked, his voice as cold as ice.
"You think I have no plans? You think I'm not capable of the same, if not more? How foolish."
With a slow, deliberate motion, he lifted Oboro's chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. His fingers were like iron, unyielding and firm, as they tilted her face upward. She tried to resist, but the strength behind his touch was undeniable, and she found herself staring into his wine-red eyes.
Those eyes were more than just a color—they were a bottomless abyss, filled with something far more terrifying than mere anger or hatred. It was as if they could see into the very depths of her being, exposing her fears, her doubts, her weaknesses. She felt a shudder run through her entire body, a primal instinct reacting to the inescapable sense of doom that emanated from his gaze.
In that instant, her soul seemed to quiver, as if recoiling from the darkness within him. The defiance that had fueled her moments ago crumbled, leaving her exposed and vulnerable. She could feel his power—his capability to enact plans far beyond her comprehension—and it terrified her in a way that no physical threat ever could.
She was trapped in his gaze, unable to look away, as if he held not just her chin but her very essence in his grasp. The world around her seemed to fade, the reality of her situation sinking in with a crushing weight. This man—this reaper—was far more dangerous than she had ever imagined. And for the first time, Oboro felt truly helpless.
"These men are dead men walking," Testament said, his voice devoid of any emotion, as if delivering a statement of fact.
"They live because I allow it, and they will die because I command it." His words were not a threat but a declaration of reality; the fate he described was already sealed.
Oboro's eyes flared with disbelief and fury.
"Tsk! What nonsense! Lord Edwin cannot be killed! He is immortal! Unkillable!" Her voice was a wild, desperate bark, her confidence wavering as she clung to the idea of Edwin's invincibility.
But then she heard it—a low, unsettling chuckle that gradually built into a full-blown laugh. The sound came from Testament, and it was a chilling contrast to his earlier demeanor. Asagi, who had been silently observing, was also taken aback by the sudden shift. She saw Testament's hand move with deliberate purpose.
Without a word, Testament grabbed Oboro's cheek with a grip that was both firm and unsettling. The contact was jarring, and Oboro's eyes widened in shock as she felt the cold reality of the situation closing in. The laugh had cut through her defiance, and now she was face-to-face with the man who seemed to wield power beyond her comprehension.
In that moment, the room was thick with tension. Oboro's bravado was cracking under the weight of the reaper's presence, and Asagi could only watch, a mix of curiosity and dread etched on her face.
"That's right," Testament said, his voice cold and unyielding. "He won't die. I'll curse him with life itself. He'll live in endless torment, where every second will feel like an eternity, experiencing all manners of pain." The chilling finality of his words sank into Oboro, and for the first time, she felt a creeping sense of fear.
"Y-You… what are you?" Oboro's voice cracked as she screamed out in terror, her earlier bravado dissolving into sheer panic. Her eyes darted between Testament and Asagi, desperately seeking some explanation, some glimmer of hope.
Testament released her cheek, his grip leaving an icy sensation as he contemplated his response. He paused for a moment, as if weighing how best to address her question. His gaze was unfathomable, and the silence that followed seemed to stretch indefinitely.
Finally, he spoke, his voice carrying a weight of inevitable finality.
"I am the darkness that consumes all light, the inevitable shadow that lingers at the edge of every breath. In my presence, hope withers, and the bravest hearts falter. I am the silence after the last heartbeat, the cold that seeps into the soul. I am the end of all things, the final truth that no one can escape.
Despair, for I am the harbinger of oblivion, the dread that gnaws at the edges of your dreams. I am the reaper of destinies, the final word in the story of life.
I am Testament."
His words were a quiet but powerful assertion of his nature, leaving Oboro to grapple with the realization that she was confronting something far more formidable and enigmatic than she had ever imagined.
The room seemed to grow colder as the realization set in, and Oboro's fear intensified, her mind struggling to comprehend the true extent of the forces she was dealing with.
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