Reupload due to a bug
Nothing new in this just the part where the execurioner is introduced is cut.
I was talking about " easter eggs " not refrences to anime litlle tidbits of my story, God forbid i asked for reading comprehension for fucks sake...
Anyway this is the last chapter of the week...
If you want more Bonus chapter it isn't available if we reach 1000 powerstones.....anymore
Anyway people didn't like the way introduced The Executioner....But I'm just as confused how the fuck am I supposed to introduce someone that like can there be no suprises without context in the story ?
Its a super strong dude supposedly powerful enough to interfere with the system How do i introduce someone like that , him walking up to then and saying "hello there ?"...
Anyway I'm redoing this shut and its not gonna be this week...
And why is reading comprehension so shit on this app ? I'm not trying to be insulting to anyone but I'm genuinely baffled like people calling it character assasination when leo used "okay freinds ?" Like people are stuck in a echo chamber of non interaction and don't even realise that friendships don't form just like that, this was just a way of saying okay don't antagonize me anymore.
Or people asking if his name is leo or One true satan in the chat... It appears as One teue satan is what I said and leo is for reader But people be questioning how they know his name when The first sentence leo introduced hinself had him telling their name...
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Leo opened his eyes.
For a few fleeting seconds, he was both "Lucifer" and himself.
Two existences layered upon one another, two lifetimes trying to fit into a single mind.
It was too much—too vast, too heavy.
He felt like he was drowning in a sea of knowledge, emotions, and memories that weren't his, yet they were.
Then, in the next instant, it all began to slip away, burning like a dying star.
A deep, instinctual fear struck him.
A fear unlike anything he had ever known.
He scrambled to hold onto the memories, to keep them from vanishing, but it was useless.
It was like trying to catch sand in a storm—the more he reached, the more it slipped through his fingers.
He knew this was going to happen.
The old him—had known that this would be terrifying.
That the horror of feeling a part of himself erased would be enough to make him want to undo it.
To resist. To try and hold on.
But the decision had already been made.
The burning memory faded piece by piece, taking with it the crushing weight of eternity.
The immense history, all dissolved into embers to protect "himself" , leaving behind only what truly mattered.
And as the fear lessened, as more and more of that ancient existence was stripped away, only fragments remained.
Instincts. Core memories.
Not the battles, not the wars, not the divine wrath—those were gone.
What remained were the quiet things.
The moments that had meant something to him.
His childhood.
His time spent with Venus, hidden beneath its clouds.
The people he had met—the human minds that had fascinated him, made him question, made him stop and think.
Leo's breathing was heavy.
He was still himself.
He had not become Lucifer, not truly.
But something inside him had changed.
His eyes, once young and unburdened, now carried an unfamiliar "weight" .
They were not old, but they felt like they had seen too much.
As if some deep part of him had aged in a way that could never be undone.
Leo took in his surroundings, and the first thing he realized was how wrong everything felt.
This place didn't follow any natural logic.
The air around him wasn't really air—it was filled with Grain, the cosmic dust left behind by celestial destruction, mixed with the ashes of the burning planet's surface.
Breathing it should have been impossible, but he could. His body just knew how, as if it had always been part of him.
The land beneath him was hot, uncomfortably so.
It felt like he was lying on a surface that had only just started to cool down from a great fire.
The heat didn't burn him, but he could feel it radiating into his bones.
Slowly, he raised his right hand, turning it over to look at his wrist.
There, burned into his skin, was a pattern of bands—Rhongomyniad's bands.
The marks weren't deep, but they were unmistakable.
Leo exhaled, watching the strange sky above him.
Leo felt tired. Not in a way that weighed on his body, not even in a way that clouded his mind—he just did.
It was an exhaustion that went deeper than thought or reason.
Like something fundamental in him had burned out, leaving only the lingering exhaustion of what used to be.
There was only silence for a while, broken only by the slow, deliberate sound of footsteps against the scorched ground.
Each step was unhurried, yet firm—like they belonged to someone who had no doubts about where they were going.
Leo's eyes darted from side to side, restless.
He didn't need to turn around. He already knew who it was.
The only person he still remembered—fully, clearly—apart from his "father".
His breath hitched for just a second, and then—warmth.
A pair of arms wrapped around his torso, steady and unyielding.
The touch was familiar, grounding, like something from a life that wasn't quite his.
Venus.
For a moment, something inside him resisted.
The echoes of who he had been—wanted to pull away, to refuse this moment of connection as this was a connection "Lucifer" made , to hold onto the fear of losing himself.
But then… he stopped.
The tension in his muscles eased.
His restless thoughts quieted.
He let himself be held.
His eyes which were staring at nothing seemed to settle in a sort of realisation.
And just like that, the memories that had felt foreign became something else entirely.
They were his. Had always been his.
Leo closed his eyes and let out a slow breath.
He wasn't just remembering Lucifer.
He was him.
And yet… he was still himself.
In that instant, all hesitation faded. The lingering doubts, the fear of losing himself, the uncertainty of what was his and what had been Lucifer's—they were all burned away in a single, blinding moment of clarity.
Leo's fingers tightened around the hands wrapped around his torso, his grip steady and sure.
He turned, slowly, until he was facing her.
Venus, The only person who remained, no matter how much the world had changed.
His gaze met hers, and for the first time since opening his eyes again, he smiled.
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Leo finally returned to the physical world.
The sensation was strange—like waking up from a dream that felt too real, where every touch, every word, every emotion still lingered as if he had lived an entire lifetime elsewhere.
He had explained everything to Venus—Vivi, as she now called herself.
He told her the truth, down to the last detail.
That the world they had lived in, the battles, the choices, the sacrifices… had all been a result of his creation.
Something he had coded. A reality that, while beyond real in every conceivable way, was still a creation designed to forge his own path.
Even if the result was far from what he had planned.
It should have ended the way he had written it, but it didn't.
The people he had met, the emotions he had felt, the memories burned into his mind—they weren't hollow. They weren't fake. They were as real as anything else.
And they led there life beyond what was coded.
It was a true case of Cogito, ergo sum. I think, therefore I am.
Vivi had listened, patiently, as he struggled to put it all into words.
How she was never meant to exist.
How she was simply a fragment born from his mind's desperate attempt to find something real.
How the Lucifer she had sacrificed everything for, the one she had loved, was gone.
She didn't get angry. She didn't cry. She didn't argue.
Instead, she looked at him, her expression calm, unwavering.
And then, she smiled.
"Is he?"
That was all she said.
It left Leo perplexed.
Vivi's existence was a variable that should have never made it to the final result.
Yet, here she was—standing before him, breathing, thinking, feeling.
She existed in a way that defied the logic of his creation.
If he didn't have access to all the information—if he wasn't aware of every detail, either by virtue of his abilities or because he was the one who had built it—he wouldn't have been able to argue that she wasn't real.
But the more he thought about it, the more it felt wrong to say she wasn't.
He had simulated life too well.
Vivi wasn't just data.
She wasn't a product of mere code or an artificial construct bound to a purpose.
She had will.
And as much as Leo wanted to walk away, to leave this anomaly behind and utilise the cocepts, he couldn't shake the unsettling truth.
Vivi existed.
And he had no idea why.
I just need some time to come to terms with this Leo thought.
He exhaled, sitting up from the cracked sandstone beneath him.
The engravings that once adorned it had long since burned away, leaving only faint traces of what had once been.
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