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Lucifel's Ideal World, v.2
—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.
Powers are off.
Corruptions are off.
Carry-on Weapons are not available.
Other carry-on items are available.
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So where the heck is Lucifel?]
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Speaking of, at the very peak of the mountain, you find yourself stepping into wet, red mud, the scent of metal spoiling the floral scent.
The mud seems to correlate with the flowers that presided this area—not white flowers, but red. Spider lilies, all of them—or perhaps not. The very border of the divide between red and white flower seems to be moving, white flowers overtaking the red as you can see the lily petals fold in on themselves, only to reopen as white roses. ]
[ At the epicenter of the red flowers, at the zenith of this hill, the source of bright light is more clearly visible now: it comes from a strangely, almost completely spherical rock—it's huge, big enough to be a second story building. Though it certainly looks like it's made of rock, there's a distinct feeling that it's quite alive: it does not have any cracks to speak of, save for the cave-like opening in the front, but with each layer of rock is a little bit of light that peeks out, the layers themselves shaped like dozens and dozens of wings that have folded on top of each other and fossilized, just like that. ]
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>Approach the rock.]
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At the very center of the opening sits Lucifel—? His hair is black and his skin is lighter; his eyes are closed, breathing seeming even and steady. You can see that he, too, has begun fuse with this organic stone, his legs and feet already no longer distinguishable from the rest of the rock. ]
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Lucifel?!
[He's nnnnnnot actually stepping in. Yet.]
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Izanagi-san.
Hello?
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[ looks to his feet. shrug ]
Using the Grail requires touching it, but I'm alright. It's not harmful.
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[ but he is stepping out—hopping out, really, and while the stone seems to react like a living creature, almost trying to beckon him back, it sinks into itself. ]
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[Can he. Take his hand. And tug him towards the house.]
We should head back for dinner with everyone.
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. . . Alright, alright.
Did Dia-san send for you? Just let me clean up here, first. . .
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[If he acts like a whiny little brother will that help.]
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stepping back, letting go of his hands so he can crouch low; his hands press to the spider lilies—that's certainly blood on his hands, now—and the red flowers seem to shrivel up, turning into dust. Their essence—blood—flows into his veins, puncturing his wrists on both sides, leaving fresh wounds on them. ]
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Concern.]
What was that?
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[ wiping his hands, though he doesn't seem to care to heal his wrists while he goes to place his hands on the stone ]
They're the people that died for me.
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Yeah? When?
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[ while his hands smooth over the stone, sinking into it ]
A long, long time ago, just at the start of the Tokugawa era, there was a lord. He was a greedy one, who raised taxes by the year, for he wanted to build a castle.
Some time before that, there were men from the west that traveled to Japan. They brought with them things to trade—material things, like guns, but other things as well. Recipes, religion—and so on.
Their religion was unusual, and it was spread along the land—but those in power did not care for it, for it was new and different, different from what they knew. Over time, they grew hostile toward anyone who practiced it.
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In that particular lord's land, there were many who practiced this new religion. Since they were ostracized, and since they were looked down upon, nobody would help them when cruelties were enacted upon them. Nobody looked when their taxes were raised exorbitantly, to the point that they had nothing left for themselves to eat—and moreover, those in power encouraged violence against those people, too.
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...And the victims of that, they died for you?
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1/3 idc i'm just gonna give you both original writeups (body horror/dysphoria adjacent)
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