Chapter 593 - 594 Seven Names That Were Never Meant to Last
"What is called a 'demon'... is a manifestation of unacknowledged pain." – Umbra-Khalid
The world knows the Seven Deadly Sins as ancient demons, tempters of will, whisperers of forbidden desires. However, the truth is more tragic. Within their souls lies a yearning for acceptance, as if the shadows of the past continuously loom, echoing a silent voice that vibrates within their conscience. They are trapped in a labyrinth of ambiguous identity, fighting against a world that only sees their exterior.
They were not demons from the beginning. They are children of humanity who were turned into demons because people feared they could not be controlled. In every glance, there is a worry ensnared; when they look into the mirror, they do not see demons, but rather the shadows of a lost self, estranged from a world unwilling to truly know them.
In a dim and shadowy space, as if the scent of incense fills the air, a feeling of melancholy is created. A gentle voice echoes, as if it were a whisper from another realm, telling of an inevitable fall and regret. "Peace lies amidst suffering," the voice murmurs, seeming to know every scar etched upon their hearts.
"They are embodiments of fear and rejection," the voice continued, evoking buried memories one by one. Shadows flickered around them, like spirits that refuse to die. Yet, amidst those whispers, there was a faint hope—a wait for resurrection from the darkness—as if they were destined to fight against a fate inscribed by unseen hands.
Umbra-Khalid spoke seven names, with each name igniting a shard of light above the Philistines: in a deep, meaningful tone, he felt a deep resonance connecting them to forgotten origins, as if these names were the keys to unraveling the hidden wounds inside each heart.
Lyra Lucifer – The eldest, bearer of light who refuses to be wielded for war. In the soft glow of her radiance, Lyra stood, her face radiating serenity, even though her soul was tumultuous, resisting becoming a tool of chaos. The weight of that decision was heavy, but she preferred to guard her light against the stains of bloodshed. With each passing second, she felt the pull between hope and fear, like a thread so fine, connecting the meaning of her life to the fragmented ruins of reality.
Selene Satan – The one who questions the system of the heavens and asks too many questions. Behind her glowing eyes lies a burning curiosity. "Why must we obey without questioning?" she asserts, a hidden challenge etched into every word. That question shakes the skies, igniting waves of uncertainty in a world that has long remained silent. She feels as if every star in the sky is watching her, challenging her to find answers in the darkness and reach for a higher light.
Thalia Beelzebub – The one who tries to protect her siblings with lies. On the edge of darkness, Thalia harbors restlessness. She knows the truth is painful, but the web of lies she weaves confines their freedom. She prays that love will erase the coming sorrow. In her mind, the image of her laughing siblings flickers, yet that laughter is drowned out by the shadows of fear hovering over her, as if the darkness itself is targeting them.
Nyx Mammon – She loved the world too fiercely and wished to possess it. In the embrace of the night, Nyx gazed up at the sparkling stars, captivated by the unimaginable beauty. "Why can't I have it all?" she lamented, her voice echoing like the whispers of the enticing night wind. This desire, though it consumed her heart, remained inevitable. She recalled the fragments of dreams scattered on the ground, like fallen stars, each piece telling a tale of profound loss, reflecting her feelings trapped between longing and dissatisfaction.
Eira Leviathan – She cried because the sea could not be remembered. In Eira's mind, the image of the vast ocean was forced to fade, leaving behind a sharp sense of loss. The sound of the waves transformed into a sorrowful song that could not be sung, flowing through the currents of time, teasing distant memories. Eira felt like a branch severed from its roots, wandering in the wind, hoping one day to rediscover her home within the clumps of forgotten memories.