Sometimes, Bologue would often dream of such a scene, imagining that if one day he found that mysterious Devil and reclaimed his soul, he would be freed from the curse of immortality, and his life would finally come to an end.
Bologue wasn't certain if that moment would be hundreds, thousands of years later, yet he constantly wondered what his feelings would be when that day arrived.
Would he be angry at death, lost in confusion over everything he's done in this life?
At the conclusion of each contemplation, Bologue would always arrive at one result. He would comfortably lie on the sofa, listening to his favorite music. If possible, he would leisurely browse through photo albums and reminisce about his lifelong journey, then... end.
Bologue would calmly accept the advent of it all, considering it romantic, cool.
But that was many years later; for now, Bologue couldn't stop.
