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Once, there was the Red Phoenix. It had suffered for an eternity, but the time had come to eradicate the pain. The Red Phoenix sought to destroy its agony with love, until that very love destroyed it in turn.

Once, there was a little girl. She never knew what she was, but she was destined to find out. She shattered her ignorance with another world, until that world shattered her.

A God loved a lost red-haired girl. A demon loved a Goddess who claimed she wasn’t lost, even as she wandered. But love was not the solution to everything. For He enjoyed testing great loves with chaos. There had to be war. Bodies were meant to be slick with blood and sweat. Hearts were destined to break. Because He knew that hands accustomed to holding roses would suffer gravely when forced to hold a sword.

"The Red Phoenix has risen; the Black Phoenix shall fall. I offer you two loves: one to glorify, the other to humiliate. You will play your part, yet you will never know. You won’t know that the love you insulted fought for people like you. You won’t know the girl who fought and lost that love. None of you will ever know the girl stabbed by the very love she felt. But they will know. And they will regret releasing the beast."

A little devil. The whip that his father used to torture people on the ground. He takes it in his hand, he hears the painful screams of people. He throws it on the ground but cannot escape from his future. You were born pure, you don't know. You cannot feel that the tears of a devil's child cannot flow. You cannot have compassion for a devil who is afraid of his future. Whip. A devil's whip educates both the devil and the people. People are sharpened by their sins while the devil is buried in pain.


There was peace in his arms that I could not find anywhere or in anyone. When I was in his arms, I felt like all my pain was about to fade away, but the moment his arms stopped holding me, everything was back. "I'm fine," I said even though I'm not fine. I tried to run my fingers over his lips and wipe off the blood, but it didn't work. The blood smeared more and more on his face. This state of his reminded me of something again.


Chapter 106 - "You Were Born Pure, You Don't Know"