idolpro | Lucifel's Ideal World, v.1

—The world is ugly, he once declared.

Chaos is inevitable in this world. Pure good can’t be achieved, and pure evil breaks down. And these two extremes are always incompatible with each other. There is still some evil in a good world. That is how the world is, and it is what continues to create ugly things. Evil sneers at good, and good rages over evil. But, in a world where good and evil oppose each other, there is a group that is far more numerous that always appears.

That is ‘grey’. Neither good nor evil. A group that drifts through life haphazardly and merely exists. They don’t believe in goodness and are simply proud that they aren’t evil. Even though they affirm evil acts, they deny evil intentions. They happily say that ‘I am not evil, I am a good person’ and pardon all forms of cruelty.

They kill people while sneering. They kill people out of contempt. They kill people as part of a game. They use the excuse that they can’t restrain their desires—That’s how humans are. That’s how the world is.

Yes—this world is extremely ugly. Neither dyed by good nor fallen into evil. Unable to decide on a color, the wills of people continue to waver. As long as such evil intentions and such foul-smelling corpses aren’t destroyed.

The world will surely continue to rot eternally.

While wrapped within a curse-like fog in darkness frozen to its core.

He thus concluded.

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[Distance has never been something that intimidated him. Given the choice, he would fly the whole world over if he could. The things that stopped him was needing to stay in one place, and the fact his body needed to rest.]

[But there was no reason to stay and every reason to go.]

[He didn't know when his body might collapse, but that would be a bridge to cross as he comes to it.]

[Luci is hopefully at the other end and he will climb steep walls and fight thorns, but everything has an end, everything has an end and he will make the path himself if he has to.]

[He's going to walk until he literally can't or he finds his way out.]

[ You can see, now—a man with similar features to Lucifel, a certain woman, and woman younger than her. They stand at the side of your path—they, and a mass of people beyond them. On all sides except forward they surround you, and there are so many of them that you could almost mistake them to be a sea of flowers.

They reach out to you, to grab you by the arms, by the leg and the prosthetic—not to trip you, surely not in any way that would withstand your will—and they beg.

—Let him rest. He's been through so much. It's been so long since he's had a pleasant dream.

—You’ll feel a bit better if you stop. So stop. And please listen to us.

—If he will not avenge us then he should just sleep. If he won't face his responsibility then he should stay in the dreaming world. ]

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[It would be easy. Give into the happiness. Let him have a pleasant dream. Isn't it cruel to wake him up from it?]

[But that thought doesn't settle well with him. There is something deeper. Then those protective feelings. A feeling that Understands.]

[A world where everyone is happy. Where there doesn't have to be anymore fighting. No more torturing, no more fighting, no more war. Rye doesn't like to fight. He actually kind of hates it. He definitely hates hurting something alive. But he wanted to stop the Dragon Hunters. Who caged dragons, who would torture a person for information about a specific one. He would fight because they were hurting intelligent, sentient creatures for their own ends.]

[But if they just gave up, he would be perfectly happy and content.]

[A world of peace.]

[It was a world Rye wished for himself. It was the wish Lucifel had.]

[It's a wish he wouldn't accept as an illusion himself.]

The dream isn't what he wants.

I'll rest when he's safe from their machinations.

Vengeance never did anyone any good.

I will not stop. I wouldn't want a fake world of peace. I understand his desire. I understand that want. [He understands it deep in his heart, under everything else.]

[A world where Everyone Can Live In Peace.]

And this place won't give it to him. And it'll only happen if there's people to fight for it. I won't let his dream end in an eternal sleep.

[He pulls away from the hands, he keeps his eyes forward, and he. Will. Not. Stop.]

[ Next, in place of the massacred behind you, their killers appear before you. The strong who devoured the weak countless times throughout history. Using the shaky reason that we and they are different, they continued to kill other people.

They whisper to you with faint smiles.

“What’s wrong? We killed them, you know? His father, mother, comrades; we killed, killed and killed them all. Don't you think he deserves to take revenge?”

The people behind you shout out in sorrow and anger.

“They killed us. So please, have him kill them in retribution! Avenge us so that our souls can rest!”

And yet, the father, mother, and daughter cry out.

“He has done enough for us. Let him rest! Let him dream! Let him be in peace!” ]

[And that....that is so much easier then the pleading for kindness and rest.]

Revenge does nothing, but take more lives. Those who were cruel and those hurt. The world only gets better if people stop being angry, stop being afraid of each other.

If you cared for Lucifel, you would want him to make a better world instead of demand he ruin his life for the anger you clung to in death.

Lucifel deserves to have the life he wants to lead.

[It's easy to believe that. Revenge isn't good for anyone. The one time he felt vengeful with Dagur just got them captured. If he had just been patient, been willing to give a benefit of a doubt, things would have been fine.]

[Revenge is nothing to hold him back. And being beholden to others anger just wasn't fair and not something to put on another.]

[Lucifel had things he wanted. This dream wouldn't give it.]

[He doesn't stop.]

[ They melt away to his words, unable to restrain him any longer.

You enter a room of light(?) and color(?). ]

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