The Knowledge Emperor, Roselle flew up high in the sky with two illusory feather wings on his back, dodging a barrage of nonstop imaginary forces that crush anything it landed upon, akin to a blackhole sucking in everything.
The Prince of Abolition, George III, in a gigantuan version of him stood on the collective divine kingdom wasteland with his two legs, his sight, the swipe of his hand, anything itn landed upon crushed everything very swiftly, very disorderly.
They have been battling ever since earlier, with a nonstop consecutive attacks, but they haven't able to yet make any significant changes to tip the scale of their battle.
Growing in frustration, the both of them became chaotic, brewing in even more destructive attacks towards their surroundings.
Skycrapers fell down one by one, the streets of modern city cracked and quaked nonstop, the sky produced a catastrophic weather that then created hurricanes that sucked in everything they came across, they were putting in a lot more spirituality towards their actions.
Amidst the battle, a blonde haired woman adorning a complicated black regal dress slowly woke up from her predicament, the paused state she was in earlier finally subsided as her thoughts started to come back to her.
Sharron found herself situated in total darkness, inside the mausoleum of the prince of abolition.
But instead of entering a state of akin to a panic attack due to finding herself in the unknown, the only thing on her mind was the subsequent action she was supposed to undergo in, only for the devil's whisper and temptation to stop her in her tracks.
(Hah, im so pathetic... I can't even forgive myself for this...) Her mind grew weary by the second, her body slowly weakening as her thoughts churning itself into depression, blaming herself.
(Maybe im not really worthy to be with him, i mean, who would even want such a possessive, idiot, and violent woman like me, it was a mistake of mine to let my feelings let loose, teacher was right, indulging myself too much might put me in a predicament i can never get out of.) Sharron pondered overself, she became depressed, intending to end it all with Sherlock as she fell down on her stomach on the floor of the mausoleum.
Suddenly.
Clack Clack
Footsteps echoed within the interior, reverberating through the walls of the mausoleum, coming in through Sharron's ears.
Sharron instantly became wary of the unknown approaching danger from the total darkness, she stood up in defiance, ready to fight.
Slowly, from the total darkness, a figure emerge holding a small lantern in his hands, it was a nicely suited man, barring the face of the one Sharron loved so much.
A shaved Sherlock Moriarty, which would simply Klein Moretti himself appeared right in front of Sharron.
Her eyes suddenly lit up upon taking in her sight.
Wasn't it Klein who's supposed to wait, and let Sharron come for her, if Klein came for her once again, then it be the same thing all over again, symbolizing Sharron's inability to change for herself.
Sharron's feelings boiled all over, he must've waited for hours for her to come to him, yet here he stands right in front of her, he must be dissapointed.
"Come, Sharron." He raised his hand, offering his in a bid for her to take.
"... Eh-?!" She gasped.
Those words that just came out of his mouth took her by surprise, her mind ran adrift into nowhere, her mind paused once again, but for a seemingly good reason.
"No, why are you still coming for me?! Doesn't that piss you off, my actions ever since has always been to push you off away, i obviously neglected your offer, didn't i! Go away, i don't wanna see your face again!!" She suddenly grew violent once again, her tone barring wrath, but with a bit of pityness on oneself.
Sherlock look at the blonde puppet in front of him, her head down, her body trembling in shock, regret, fear, anger, all at once.
Clack Clack
The sounds of footsteps once again echoed inside the mausoleum, Sharron's trembling body flinched hearing that.
She closed her eyes, wishing this whole thing was a dream, if she could, she wishes to a time she never made that advancement towards him, wanting to stay in a good relationship with Sherlock once again.
Slowly, Sherlock raises his hand towards Sharron, Sharron felt an incoming sensation, her feat grew even more.
But suddenly, that fear was immediately cast away as the warmth of his hands cascaded unto Sharron's cheeks.
"You're rather ugly when you cry you know that? Haha." Throwing in a rather surprising remark then laughing lightly, Sharron's feelings were all swept away in a moment.
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"Cock, give me your cock you damn Mysteries!!!" Evernight trudge upon the Half Celestial Worthy's cloak who is the future void projection of Klein Moretti.
His face ever so indifferent look down upon the Goddess who supposedly stands higher than the cosmos, but as of right now, she descended down into nothing more than a bitch in heat as the womb tattoo on her engraved by the Primordial Demoness glow brightly.
Throughout their surroundings, more than a hundred corpses of True Creator, Sasrir, lay dead, squashed, burned, torn apart all over the place.
True Creator was held up high with a tentacle on his neck, gripping in tightly.
Sasrir was left powerfless as all of his power was locked away.
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Adam fell down to the floor, unconscious, yet Bethel stood in front of him in wonder.
(What, what happened?! He just suddenly fell down like that!)
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Klein Moretti in his mansion after treating Arianna's wounds using his damage transfer unto the pile of paper figurines, he then lay her sleeping body onto the master's bedroom, replacing her battered cloak with a much more comfortable panjamas as a kind gesture, for the gentleman he is.
It was the same bed she used back then when she was left to be treated in his care.
He sit down on a chair guarding the sleeping Arianna by her side, the room was dark, the crimson moon streaked its crimson light through the window and balcony.
It was earily quiet.
(I can't take this anymore, Sharron isn't really gonna come is she.) His complexion became heavy, despite the presence of the Matron of Evernight, Arianna, one who could make the surrounding feel a level of serenity and calmness, Klein couldn't wash away the image of a blonde puppet continuously barging in his mind.
(But, doing so, her not coming is outright rejection isn't it? So if i once again tried to show my face, she might probably get angry like last time!) His mind ran in all directions, overthinking himself like he usually does.
(...) Klein slowly gripped his hand, the image of denial, rejection truly hurt his entirety, telling himself he should've done better, if he could redo it all over again, he would do so just to maintain his good relationship with Sharron once again.
But, he can't, he's in the present right now, and the past is already set, what he should focus on right now is what's in front.
(No, i can't let it be like this! Not this time!!) Klein stood up from his chair with his hand still clenched, he tried to head for the door.
But not before stopping and looking back at Arianna's peaceful sleeping face.
Klein then opened the door, exiting the master bedroom only to find himself in total darkness holding an unlit lantern in hand.
But that doesn't mean he can't see, with his mystical eyes, he can totally see just fine and see the interior of what he's in, a mausoleum.
His eyes searched all over the place, wondering where he is right now, only to lay his gaze upon a blonde woman in the middle of the interior.
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This whole time, the future void projection of Klein Moretti, the future Attendant of Mysteries that Will summoned was only given one purpose, it was to help ensure they win the war.
But "winning the war" line could be taken vaguely, it could be taken as beating the opponents, or ensuring Sharron managed to make it on time to meet Sherlock.
The future void projection was mindless, Klein as a sequence 4 at the current time would be unable to possess and share his consciousness with it.
As such, the future void projection have taken his orders quite to the extreme.
It is by doing both.
Helping and making sure they win the war, and meeting present Klein and Sharron once again.
The Future Void Projection watches from across the far distance within the collective divine kingdom which is the wasteland, there in the middle, a battle unfolded between four angels.
He interfered lightly with the duel between Will and Zaratul, since Will have yet to fully reach his former full strength.
And helping Roselle match the strength of George III, since he is in a similar case.
Right after then, the Half Lord of the Mysteries then used grafting on the mansion and the mausoleum where Sharron is held captive, making sure Sherlock and Sharron met.
While what appears in the astral world is simply a mere historical projection to save Evernight from the True Creator.
The future void projection have truly carried out his orders very well.