Three weeks after Fitran sacrificed himself to enter the core of Deus,
Yet, the world did not completely close its pages; for even in absolute emptiness, one voice defies silence.
That voice, soft and striking, was not heard by the system. It was not recorded by the cold, soulless terminal. It was not read by the core of Deus that governs everything. Yet... that voice still approached Fitran.
Footsteps.
Soft, unhurried, as if unafraid to tread upon a world that had lost its reason and meaning.
Fitran lifted his head, sensing a presence from an unknown source.
His eyes, which were nearly devoid of shine, now reflected a faint shadow coming from the crack of purple light, glowing softly as if offering new hope. And from there... she appeared.
Beelzebub: The Wingless Human, Love Without Certainty
She was no longer a demon, nor did she carry a sword that emanated threat. Instead, she wore a white robe woven from threads of sorrow she had sewn over thousands of years, her hands open and empty, ready to offer love.
But when Fitran saw her, all the emptiness began to tremble, as if the cosmos responded to the presence that had been long awaited.
"Do you... remember me?" Fitran asked softly, his voice like a whisper of wind in the quiet night.
Beelzebub smiled, a gentle and warm smile, like the first light that appeared after the world surrendered to eternal night, enveloping everything in a silence full of hope.
"I have never forgotten you." "I was just waiting for the moment the world stopped hiding you from me."
With longing, Fitran felt a surge of energy within him, awakening beautiful memories buried deep in his heart. Each heartbeat vibrated as if beckoning all the precious moments lost in eternity. His yearning peaked, creating an invisible magnetic field that compelled him to embrace Beelzebub tightly, as if to bind two souls separated by the tyranny of time.
She embraced Fitran, with a hug that was not meant to warm or save, but with a deep awareness to welcome back the meaning that had never been completed.
As their hands touched, waves of emotion surged between them, radiating a soft light that warmed Fitran's heart, reigniting deep hope and longing. In that moment, he realized that even if the world around them crumbled to dust, their connection remained eternal and unshakable. Beelzebub's face appeared more human; the sorrow hidden in her eyes rendered her less sorrowful than before. She looked like a light that never extinguished amid the darkness of night, dispelling some shadows of loneliness.
And at that moment, the Voidlight that had once dimmed within Fitran reignited, emitting a soft glow that warmed the long-frozen recesses of his heart.
"Why did you come?" Fitran whispered, his voice trembling, still unsure if he was worthy of being touched by anyone again, feeling as if all hope had vanished.
Beelzebub lowered her head, radiating an aura full of love, then touched her forehead to Fitran's, uniting them in an unspoken intimate moment.
"Because even though the world has discarded your name..." "…I still keep you in a place that cannot be erased," Beelzebub revealed, with a deep and confident gaze.
"In my womb," she continued softly, her voice a gentle whisper that seemed to weave through the air, "and now, inside me, our love is growing, a tender blossom unfurling in the warmth of hope."
Fitran fell silent, every word spoken gripping his heart, making his body begin to tremble. Not out of fear—but because he felt life... refusing to disappear, and hope began to bloom again.
With each heartbeat becoming more real, Fitran felt the flow of energy between them, as if two stars were pulling each other in a grand cosmic dance. Beelzebub's eyes radiated a soft light, like a candle reigniting hope that had long been extinguished in Fitran's heart. Their fingers were almost touching, and in that brief moment, the world around them seemed to vanish, as if only the two of them existed amidst the suffocating emptiness, full of tranquility.
And as the dead sky of Narthrador cracked for the last time, a soft purple fragment fell from above—not a star, not the cold, soulless light of the system.
But a petal, beautiful and full of meaning.
A petal from a flower that once grew from feeling, not from data. From love, not from command. And that petal landed gently in Fitran's hand, providing a warm touch that reminded him of life and hope that had not yet faded.
She did not speak its name, but for the first time, uncertainty vanished...
He realized her presence endures, marked by the warmth of memories that caressed his soul. Amidst the cacophony of mechanical ruins that had crumbled, Beelzebub's soft voice echoed with infinite grace, now radiating a promise to care for one another. "We will create a new world, Fitran—a world where our existence will always be remembered, where our love can withstand all obstacles and darkness." Each word spoken by Beelzebub flowed like a gentle melody, touching Fitran's soul with indescribable warmth, as every emotional vibration they shared intertwined, strengthening their bond amidst the fragments of shattered reality.
Among the mechanical ruins, which once were grand and served as the center of the world, now only remained two humans, and one small life... which, though never asked for, was still embraced with deep affection.
"No need for a name to love."
"No need to remember to keep touching the world."
"Just one soul... that chooses to stay."