The Space Between Reality
Everything disappeared.
The battlefield.
The sky.
The war.
Amon.
Cifer.
Asmodeus.
Leviathan.
All of it vanished.
Eisteth Alone
Eisteth stood in darkness.
An endless void.
Silent.
Cold.
Ancient.
No stars.
No light.
No sound.
Only one thing remained.
The Throne
Far ahead—
A throne stood.
Black.
Gold.
Ancient beyond comprehension.
It did not belong to Hell.
It did not belong to Heaven.
It simply—
Existed.
The Figure
The figure sitting upon it slowly raised its head.
Its face remained hidden.
Yet every instinct in Eisteth screamed.
Familiar.
Too familiar.
Eisteth
"...who are you?"
Her voice echoed across the void.
The figure remained silent.
For a moment.
Then—
It stood.
The Truth Begins
As it stepped forward—
Reality trembled.
The darkness itself moved around it.
Like a servant.
Like a shadow returning to its owner.
The Voice
"You ask who I am?"
The voice sounded ancient.
Neither male nor female.
Neither gentle nor cruel.
Eisteth
Her heart pounded.
The Answer
"I am the first memory."
System Catastrophic Failure
[CRITICAL ERROR]
[ORIGIN MEMORY UNLOCKED]
[DATA OVERWRITE DETECTED]
[IDENTITY CONFLICT]
[WARNING]
[WARNING]
[WARNING]
Memories Return
Images exploded through her mind.
Not centuries.
Not millennia.
Long before Hell existed.
Long before Heaven existed.
Long before demons were born.
Creation
She saw darkness.
Infinite darkness.
And within it—
A single light.
A single existence.
Alone.
Watching.
Waiting.
Dreaming.
Eisteth Staggers
"...what is this..."
Her body trembled.
These memories were impossible.
The Figure Continues
"You do not remember."
It took another step.
"Because you chose to forget."
The Battlefield
Back in reality—
The world shook violently.
Asmodeus
"EISTETH!"
He tried to reach her.
But an invisible force surrounded her.
Leviathan
"...what is happening to her?"
Cifer
For the first time—
His expression darkened.
"...her soul is somewhere else."
Amon Smiles
"...yes."
Exactly as planned.
The Hidden Goal
For thousands of years—
Amon had searched.
Waited.
Manipulated.
Not for power.
Not for a throne.
Not even for victory.
Amon's Obsession
Only one thing.
The Origin.
The Figure Revealed
Back in the void—
The figure finally stopped.
Directly before Eisteth.
Eisteth Looks Up
And froze.
The Face
It was her.
Not similar.
Not related.
Exactly her.
The same eyes.
The same face.
The same presence.
Silence
Eisteth couldn't speak.
The Other Eisteth
The figure smiled.
Not warmly.
Not coldly.
Simply knowingly.
The Words
"Hello."
A pause.
Then—
"My name was forgotten long ago."
Eisteth
"...what are you?"
The Answer
The smile widened.
Final Revelation
"I am the Eisteth that existed before creation."
System
[ORIGIN ENTITY CONFIRMED]
[HOST RECOGNIZED]
[FINAL SEAL DESTABILIZING]
[REALITY COLLAPSE RISK: 97%]
Ending
The throne began to glow.
The void trembled.
The ancient eyes in the darkness opened wider.
And for the first time—
Even Amon stopped smiling.
Because the truth before him was far greater than he had imagined.