189 Demon God Pillar Mozart
Mozart recalled the beautiful memory buried deep within his heart.
At the age of six, he had already displayed extraordinary talent in composition and had gained a modest reputation in the music circle as a child prodigy. He had raised a large amount of money through performing and seeking sponsorships.
He then embarked on a three-year tour of Western Europe with his composer and violinist father, Leopold, and his pianist sister, Nannerl.
When he arrived in Vienna, he was invited to the palace there. It was his first time entering a royal palace, and he performed a violin piece exclusively for the Empress and the royal family. Maria Theresa, the Empress of the Holy Roman Empire, Archduchess of Austria, and Queen of Hungary, smiled and asked him, "Little one, what reward do you wish for?"
Mozart, who usually had no desires outside of music, blurted out, "I wish to kiss the Empress's youngest daughter at my wedding in the future."
The Empress laughed heartily. No one probably took the innocent words of a child seriously.
But six-year-old Mozart did genuinely fall in love with seven-year-old Marie Antoinette at first sight that day, and he confessed his desire to marry the pure, innocent girl when they grew up.
He was a genuine genius. If judged solely by his musical talent, it would not be an exaggeration to say he stood at the pinnacle of humanity. This also applied to his practice of musical magic, so he was more or less aware of the Demon God Pillar related to music hidden within him.
However, from the start, he wasn't particularly interested in the species known as "humans." The only thing that consistently drove him forward was music. He was active in the social circles of musicians, did the work expected of a musician, accepted people's adoration, yet maintained a distance so as not to become too close to anyone.
He wrote down all his inspirations, the melodies he wanted to compose, and the operas he wanted to write. In his 35 years of life, he penned 25,000 pages of sheet music, completed over a thousand works, and 626 works were passed down. None of them were shoddy; all possessed unique brilliance, influencing generations.
Finally, he concluded his life with his most stunning, world-renowned masterpiece as his final work. As a musician, such a life could be said to be utterly perfect. And so, Mozart smiled contentedly, and... calmly ended his life.
Mozart was born in Austria. His family, outwardly a not-too-famous musical family, was actually a magus lineage that carried the legacy of Andromalius, one of the 72 Demon God Pillars of Solomon.
This Demon God, ranked 67th among the Demon God Pillars, had a main body that was a tall, four-legged beast with a unicorn horn on its head. In the hierarchy of Hell, he held the rank of
Duke and possessed the magical power to use music, freely controlling the sounds of various instruments and being able to bend trees.
Legend has it that when he took human form, he would descend in the guise of a musician, capable of controlling an orchestra's worth of invisible instruments, holding a concert all by himself.
Mozart was thus called a devil by some who hated him, while those who loved him regarded him as a genius favored by the Muse, the goddess of music. Although he personally considered humans to be vile beings, he was not interested in matters like the Demon God Pillars.
Apart from his first love, whom he fell for at first sight in childhood, the only thing that interested him was music. After his death, he was summoned to this world as a Star-type Servant.
Human filth and irredeemable creatures—even now, he had not changed this opinion.
But the person he loved deeply loved France and this world, so he would protect it for her sake. Just as he had killed himself in life to prevent the Demon God Pillar within him from awakening, all for her.
At this moment, Mozart brought out the greatest power he possessed and performed this piece.
—Requiem—a piece rumored to be commissioned by the God of Death. This was a demonic composition that only he, with his close ties to the Duke of Hell, a Demon God Pillar of King Solomon, could create.
In front of the black mud monster, Mozart's Spirit Origin underwent a sudden mutation, instantly reaching the level of a Demon God Pillar.
A new outfit, a gorgeous armor like a tight battle suit, clung to Mozart's body. The whole was purple, a multi-colored hood like a butterfly, with a long, straight golden spike standing up in the front. A lapis lazuli mask covered the man's entire face, only showing his curly long hair, his sharp, thin jaw, and his thin lips.
Golden, black, purple, white, and green scales covered his entire body. The hand holding the conducting baton was exposed, revealing thick, sharp, beast-like nails. At this moment, Mozart revealed a devilish form—seductive, bizarre, and dangerous. White-winged, white-suited humanoids holding various musical instruments manifested around him.
The hand clutching the baton was raised high.
Emperor Louis, seeing this, shouted, "D'Éon! Sanson! Get clear!" D'Éon and Sanson heard the command and leaped back to either side.
The next moment, Mozart swung his conducting baton. His Noble Phantasm was activated.
—[Requiem for Death]!
The concert officially began. The orchestra sounded. The piece, which had been limited to reducing defense and bestowing curses due to the constraints of the Servant Spirit Origin, now transformed into a true demonic melody of Hell under Mozart's complete and heartfelt performance, exhibiting its true power.
Accompanying the music, under the moonlight, clouds flowed, and the wind roared. The eyes of Death, along with the gentle moonlight, gazed at the listener, watching in silence until their life reached its end.
The music at this moment offered the listener a watch of fate—something that could not be escaped or avoided.
The black mud monster tried to roar but was drowned out by the sound of the music. The monster wanted to flee this place plagued by the music, yet was enchanted by the beauty of the melody. For a time, the monster, fascinated by the music, stopped all bodily movement.
At this moment, Mozart had no time to concern himself with anything else. He simply closed his eyes, focusing entirely on conducting the orchestra.
Emperor Louis did not speak either, but voluntarily walked forward.
"Your Majesty?" D'Éon asked in surprise, seeing the Emperor they served.
"Step aside. The rest is up to me." Louis XVI, facing the twisted, disgusting black mud monster that was several times his height, showed no fear. Instead, he proactively approached the monster.
The black mud monster opened its mouth wide. If it could move, it could easily swallow the tiny human in front of it whole, consuming him without a trace in less than a quarter of an hour.
At this moment, Louis XVI walked forward, extended his hand, and slowly pressed it onto the black mud's swollen, obese belly, which resembled that of a pregnant woman.
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