Chapter 467 Beelzebub Who Refused to Be the Answer
Beelzebub stood at the edge of an unnamed hill, the quiet and gloomy scenery reflecting the somber atmosphere that enveloped her. She wore simple clothing—a dark cloak that no longer reflected the hellish glyphs, symbols that once represented her power. The gray wings on her back no longer fluttered; they rested, mirroring the uncertainty she experienced.
Down there, Fitran was talking to a small child, providing fragments of simple concepts about loss and forgiveness; the child—for the first time—was not afraid of the Voidling, signaling a new hope that was growing.
As Beelzebub watched that interaction, her heart was crushed by a deep longing, as if a sorrow that would not subside. She remembered the hopeful gazes she had seen in the eyes of lost souls, looks that now seemed like distant shadows in the corners of her memory. Apologies and regrets intertwined within her, forming a deep and dark pit, marking a long journey filled with wrong choices, the effects of irretrievable mistakes.
Fitran, with the gentle smile he always showed to children, made Beelzebub feel a strange vibration in her chest; that smile was not only soothing but also brought back memories of the past, when there was a sense of love and warmth that felt real, not just an illusion she wished to reclaim. She closed her eyes for a moment, trying to erase all the figures that had vanished from her life and remember the moments of happiness that once existed, moments when life felt simpler.
"She must be Fitran's partner."
"She is the companion that soothes destruction."
"If Fitran fails to save Rinoa... then Beelzebub is the answer."
Those sentences... pierced.
Not because they were bitter.
But because they were not true.
Beelzebub felt a surge of anger and disappointment rising within her, adding to the emotional burden she had been carrying; what was wrong with her? She should be able to be more than just a representation of darkness; she wanted to be a symbol of hope, even though all of that seemed impossible at the moment. Even as everyone sought answers, she could not help but feel that she was the resurrection of a mistake, a failure trapped within her, creating a profound sense of despair.