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Final Episode! A Promise Unforgotten!
Time was ticking down. Though the plot to destroy Hades was foiled, the reveal of Judge Nemo and his nefarious plans to annihilate humanity with the superweapon of legend known as Fear the Great still loomed over Daybreak Academy during the holiday season. Only weeks away from being fully charged, Daybreak's Seers, Hunters, Mages, and general staff worked tirelessly after Utultar's defeat to locate this ancient, fabled threat. Finally, a breakthrough came.
A distant part of the Outlands, far out of sight by most beings, supernatural or not. Hidden in the inky darkness so far away from the sun, lay a weapon of immense power, forged by some unknown force. All that was discovered about it was that it was a terrible force, powered by an equally dangerous source: Malice. Though the original target of this weapon was unknown, someone clearly forged it with intent to blow away entire worlds... with little regard for collateral damage. Daybreak researchers quickly determined should Fear the Great go off, it would not just merely take Earth with it: it could take parts of the Outlands in the blast too. Doubtlessly, a cost that did not concern the enigmatic and cruel Judge Nemo.
With all the intelligence they could gather Daybreak sent everything they could reasonably spare to deal with this threat. Emerging through magical portals, the Daybreak dropships arrived in a dark corner of the Outlands, to be met with a strange spire constructed of unknown stones and metals, billions of runes of long-forgotten languages glowing and pulsing a faint cyan. The whole place thrummed with power, and even setting foot on Fear the Great could fill one with a weak heart with overwhelming dread. As soon as the teams landed partway up the structure, what passed for a sky crackled with fel, red lightning, the top of the spire slowly turning blood red. It did not seem as though Fear the Great had yet been charged... but something, or likely, someone noticed their presence.
Getting to the top of the spire and cutting off Fear the Great's three primary power sources would be the first priority: the devices Nemo was using to process human souls, the magical energy from Hades itself, and the legendary daemon blade Yoshitsuna. But the way up is fraught... it seems Nemo will not allow himself to be so easily reached. Along the way the teams will be confronted with corrupted versions of the same foes they fought in Hades. Short of Celestial Hosts, all foes, including Androids, show their faces here... but all of them to a letter are made of a black mass with red highlights; they are not truly alive. All of them are constructs, made entirely from Malice. They are relentless, with no preservation instinct, and no personality. They cannot be reasoned with, and they will fight with all their might to prevent you from reaching the top. Radiance, however, will prove to be incredibly effective against them.
And up at the very top, the mastermind awaits...
A distant part of the Outlands, far out of sight by most beings, supernatural or not. Hidden in the inky darkness so far away from the sun, lay a weapon of immense power, forged by some unknown force. All that was discovered about it was that it was a terrible force, powered by an equally dangerous source: Malice. Though the original target of this weapon was unknown, someone clearly forged it with intent to blow away entire worlds... with little regard for collateral damage. Daybreak researchers quickly determined should Fear the Great go off, it would not just merely take Earth with it: it could take parts of the Outlands in the blast too. Doubtlessly, a cost that did not concern the enigmatic and cruel Judge Nemo.
With all the intelligence they could gather Daybreak sent everything they could reasonably spare to deal with this threat. Emerging through magical portals, the Daybreak dropships arrived in a dark corner of the Outlands, to be met with a strange spire constructed of unknown stones and metals, billions of runes of long-forgotten languages glowing and pulsing a faint cyan. The whole place thrummed with power, and even setting foot on Fear the Great could fill one with a weak heart with overwhelming dread. As soon as the teams landed partway up the structure, what passed for a sky crackled with fel, red lightning, the top of the spire slowly turning blood red. It did not seem as though Fear the Great had yet been charged... but something, or likely, someone noticed their presence.
Getting to the top of the spire and cutting off Fear the Great's three primary power sources would be the first priority: the devices Nemo was using to process human souls, the magical energy from Hades itself, and the legendary daemon blade Yoshitsuna. But the way up is fraught... it seems Nemo will not allow himself to be so easily reached. Along the way the teams will be confronted with corrupted versions of the same foes they fought in Hades. Short of Celestial Hosts, all foes, including Androids, show their faces here... but all of them to a letter are made of a black mass with red highlights; they are not truly alive. All of them are constructs, made entirely from Malice. They are relentless, with no preservation instinct, and no personality. They cannot be reasoned with, and they will fight with all their might to prevent you from reaching the top. Radiance, however, will prove to be incredibly effective against them.
And up at the very top, the mastermind awaits...
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"It's like all of you managed to read my mind at once."
"A punishment...?"
Nemo doesn't sound upset to even hear the suggestion floated. Not happy either, but... there is some sort of curiosity in his voice.
"Yes. It's as Kokoro said. I did not rend your soul from existence because that's not what Artina would've wanted for you. Even now, I'm sure she'd be willing to forgive you," he explained, but quickly raising a finger. "However, she would not want you to get off scott-free. She may have been forgiving, but she was still a Sister. Even if you were sincerely sorry for all of this, it doesn't change the fact that great suffering was brought on by you."
"Even 'great suffering' seems to be an understatement, looking at it from here. ...How... how could I let it get this far?"
Valvatorez finally took a moment to sheathe his swords, his hands now empty and unthreatening.
"Only you can answer that. And as Lia over there so kindly put it, don't think what I'm about to offer you is anything merciful. In fact, what I had in mind is probably the cruelest thing I could do."
"At this point, I don't think I deserve anything less than your worst. Not... not after everything. And... it can't be worse being trapped in a cage of my own making for centuries, right?"
The vampire's grin did not fade, perhaps becoming more wicked.
"Don't be so sure. Surely you know one of the methods that purifies sinful, vile souls, right? The soul is reaped from this coil, and then implanted into the body of a Prinny... where it is made to serve and work until its sins and debts are paid off through labor. As Christo so kindly pointed out, a great many of the people you wronged are in Hades. Working in service of Hades and bettering humankind together seems like a fitting punishment for all of this.
And in fairness to you, in transparency for what you're signing up for? Know this: if you agree, it will be hundreds upon hundreds of years of grueling work. The pay is abysmal. There are no benefits. And you'll probably be thrown about and exploded more than once. ...But at the end, it will provide you with both purification and reincarnation. And what would be a peaceful end to this existence, giving you a clean slate into the hereafter. But you have to commit and earn it."
Nemo's spirit listens, passively, the whole time. As Valvatorez lines it all out, a faint smile manages to form on the soul's face. Not the wicked smirk he so often wore when dealing with others; something distinctly human, something more humble.
"...A daemon offering redemption, to someone who does not deserve forgiveness. She was right about you. You really are a weird one, Valvatorez. But honestly? That whole Prinny thing? That sounds... nice. Even if it takes an eternity, if that's what it takes... at least it means having purpose."
Valvatorez turned quickly to Desidera. "Desi. Do me a favor, and reach out to Emizel on the phone. Call him here and tell him to take the dimensional gate coordinates for the tracking beacon we set up. Tell him we have things under control, but that I need him here immediately. There's something only he can do right now."
Meanwhile, Nemo's spirit turned toward the others... including finally making eye contact with Christo, looking surprised that there was another person here the whole time he missed.
"I know I have no right to speak to any of you after all of this. But... thank you. Thank you for beating some sense into me. Things... are finally clear after so, so long. After Artina died... the soldiers of Gustark dragged me off. Interrogated me relentlessly, tortured me. I... I broke under it all. The war, the pain, the torment by my fellow man, and the cruelty they showed in killing someone who saw humanity before nation. When I finally died... the only thing I remembered was how to hate. ...It does not excuse what I have done. It never will. But... thank you. All of you."
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It was when he reached with the rest of the group that he noticed the spirit, and frowned. "--He's still here?"
Rightfully upset and defensive, although he trusted Valvatorez enough that there was a good enough reason for it.
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Valvatorez walked closer to Emizel, while Nemo floated over the corpse of what was left of his physical existence. The spirit couldn't even seem to look the young daemon in the eye yet. With how weak and pitiful he appeared, and the weak spiritual energy he possessed, he was pretty clearly harmless at this point
"You're probably wondering why we didn't destroy him. Or perhaps, maybe you're not. We both understand the gravity it is to destroy a soul." He looked at Emizel more intently, but it was without judgment, without demand. "And... we both understand the importance of death. As such... there is something that must be done. The duty of a Reaper."
He paused, eyes closing for a moment.
"Nemo wishes to work for his atonement, the purification of his soul, through the purgatory of becoming a Prinny. He knows the weight which he carries, and the difficulties that will await him. And, while I cannot speak for the people of Hades, I believe... they need that closure."
Valvatorez's hand lifted off to the side, his hand open. A pulse of dark smoke and energy curled around it, as he called forth something in a shadowy silhouette. Once it fully formed, a swarm of magical bats flew away in a burst in every direction, revealing what he held. A staff, shaft of the finest black hardwood from Hades, the head and base of the staff adorned in mythril. The base of the staff was shaped like the skull on Emizel's hoodie, the eyes glowing faintly of blue flame. The head, however, was larger, and thrummed with magical power; a true staff of a daemon mage. But with a flick of his hand and a spin of the weapon, a blade expanded out of the top of the head, solidifying into a proper scythe, fit for a true Reaper. With the scythe blade extended, Emizel's skull emblem was plainly visible on both sides of the head of the weapon, saying for sure who it belonged to.
"I hearby ask of you, Emizel, Prince of Reapers, to grant that relief to the people of Hades, and a chance to give a lost soul its proper rest."
Valvatorez held out the impressive scythe to Emizel to take up, a symbol of his trust in the young daemon.
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"...Are you sure about this? You should have gotten Father to do it."
He would be much better at it, at any rate.
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"I am positive of it, lad. Which Reaper was it but you who resisted and fought to liberate Hades from this man's yoke? The one Reaper who fought to save their home and free the other Reapers and the daemons? That was you. That is not to conflate your ego, however.
No, what this is... is finishing what you started. Seeing everything through, and accepting your solemn duty as a Reaper. Granting closure to the wronged, the dead, and the living alike. To Hades, to the world, and even to Nemo himself, given he did not receive a proper reaping at the time of his passing.
In my eye... there is no one better suited to this task than you."
Nemo nodded to the young Reaper, the prince, and spoke, quietly and humbly.
"I have no right to ask you for this, after what happened. After what I did to you, your family, and your home. But... I must make amends. Bring balance to those things. Will you allow me that chance, Prince Emizel?"
Valvatorez held out the scythe's handle to the young daemon. All he had to do was reach out and take it. His expression held no joy, given how unusually serious he was. But even if there was no happiness there, through Valvatorez's intensity, there was something of pride and assurance. The daemon was convinced of his choice, both in himself, and in his pupil.
"I understand it is much I am asking of you. But I would not do so if I did not believe you were ready for such a heavy responsibility. So I ask you: put an end to this saga, so that all of us might move forward."
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And now, to the task at hand. ...Despite everything he was still pretty nervous about this, but he did have some sort of reputation to uphold. 'Prince of Reapers' is one hefty title to live up to.
"...For the crimes you committed, your atonement will likely take longer than any other human soul before." It seemed like only a fair warning to give, before beginning.