Chapter 546 Prologue Humanizing Rituals in the Nameless Space
"Do you want to be human, Beelzebub?"
The question did not sound like a question, but more like an echo from a future that had never happened. Before Fitran stood Beelzebub—not in the form of a ravenous demon, but as a figure trembling with the desire to feel. The expression on her ethereal face displayed a range of nuances; between hope and fear, as if she struggled to reach something that had long been lost to her.
Location: "Yunara Samaveda" Ritual Room
The room was not just a place. It was a mirror of architectural feelings. The walls made of soft crystal stone pulsed gently with colors unknown to the spectrum of the world. In its corners, faint shadows danced in the dim light, creating a deep and mysterious atmosphere. There, trapped souls whispered, echoing voices from a forgotten era, as if warning those who dared to disturb the balance between existence and emptiness.
The floor, layered with a mosaic of roots and liquid gold, formed a mandala of duality—half from the Deus system, half from the Void where Rinoa was sealed. In the center, a ritual bed was draped with a canopy of light fibers, hanging without strings from the air itself. In the silence of the ritual, how many things out there had been forgotten by Beelzebub? And was now the time to return, or merely a repetition of the same mistakes?
Fitran sat cross-legged on the low altar. In his hands, the Origin Code had transformed into silk ribbons that spiraled with his breath. For a moment, Fitran's gaze fell upon Beelzebub; in that look, the unspoken burden of the heart was visible, like a struggle between the hope of reaching something new and the longing for the certainty that once existed. He sensed something behind Beelzebub's eyelids—something waiting to be freed. Beelzebub stood across from him, naked in her spiritual form—not a body, but a feeling. In her state, free from darkness, there was an unexpected brilliance; an awareness of all the choices that could be made, including the choice to love.
"Why do you want to be human?" Fitran asked gently. His voice brought warmth, urging Beelzebub to look deeper, into that darkness.
Beelzebub did not answer with words. However, her eyes—two holes that usually radiated emptiness—now reflected the shadow of Fitran's face. There was a vibrating desire in the corners of her gaze, a search for something more than mere existence. The alienation she experienced began to feel painful, an understanding that had been overlooked—that behind those empty stares lay a yearning to be part of something greater and more meaningful.
"So that I can... love you without killing you."