I see as Setsuna leaves my room, I wait until I hear the sound of the elevator indicating that she has gone to the lower floors.
"Septarion can come out," I say to Septarion, who appears landing on the arm of my wheelchair.
"Thank you for your precious service, Ophelia, it was very good," Septarion compliments me, moving with a little jump to the desk as I move my wheelchair closer to the desk.
"Septarion, why did you want me to lie to that magical girl?" I question Septarion with doubts, many of the questions asked by Setsuna I had the answer to, but I had to lie because Septarion asked me to.
As someone from a wealthy family, lying is as natural as putting on a smile and pretending everything is fine, although it's not my preference, I prefer to be honest and transparent with others to gain more trust.
However, I don't deny that having the ability to lie as if I were telling the truth is something that is useful sometimes, Setsuna didn't even suspect I was lying because I have years of acting experience.
"You know, Ophelia, that magical girl is suspicious, strangely suspicious... I have some doubts about her, you know that I'm the only angel on earth and as such there are no magical girls that I don't know."
"Yes, I know, that's why I found it strange for a new magical girl to show up and you not inform me." Septarion and I have some agreements, I help him a lot and as such he also helps me, we maintain a certain mutualism, so to speak.
"I just hoped that Ayane would come today, so who is that Setsuna, really?" I question Septarion with doubts, since Septarion had only informed me about Ayane.
"Well... I have no idea, she has a rather nostalgic appearance, as if I had seen her many times in the past... but unfortunately I don't know where she came from, I didn't give her powers and I've never spoken to her before," Septarion speaks with as much doubt as I do.
"Is that... really possible?"
"I don't know, but I have my theories, a rupture in space-time occurred a few days ago, they are not normal occurrences and this means that someone tampered with time in an unstable way."
"You think..." I begin to speak, but he interrupts me.
"Maybe that magical girl is a magical girl from the future? If you think so, then you are right, I really think she might have come from the future, or rather, I thought so, but I have doubts as to why she is nostalgic to me."
"If she is really from the future, then she shouldn't give me nostalgia, as an angel my perceptions are different, so I don't rule out the possibility of her being from the future, but that is unlikely."
"Because to begin with, the only ones who could have the audacity to interfere with time are profane beings, as you know, magical girls have established limits, no magical girl can become too strong."
"Tampering with time is not an ability that a magical girl can awaken, so there's no way she can simply be a time traveler, because if she really travels through time, then she is not a magical girl and would fall into another category," Septarion makes it clear that she cannot be the cause of this temporal rupture.
"You mean... an angel?" I question.
"Maybe... angels don't time travel either, time travel is a taboo and if an angel tries to time travel, he can become a fallen angel, the cause and effect that arise from temporal travels are something inevitable and very bad."
"But I'm curious, Ophelia, what did you see in your intuition? Could you describe it better?" Septarion questions me, and I shudder just remembering it, and I must say that they are "interesting" shivers to feel.
"It was... terrible, I felt suffocated as if something extremely heavy was trying to crush me, I was falling or rather drowning in a bottomless ocean."
"Everything was the purest darkness, as if I were in a place where the sun's light could never touch because the darkness of the sea is too thick for light to penetrate."
"And the water was disgusting, viscous to a level that seemed to try to grab me, like thousands of hands holding my body and pulling me deeper down."
"I tried to struggle, but I couldn't because it was like a web that completely trapped me in that liquid while pulling me deeper and deeper, even with my eyes open I couldn't see anything anymore."
"It was also cold and inhospitable, like an environment where living conditions are so bad and extreme that nothing can survive, or maybe it was just so gloomy and dark that any form of life hid."
"It's like watching a documentary about the deepest and darkest parts of our oceans, but the difference is that I was feeling everything there, a really unpleasant suffocation."
"It's not similar to monsters or magical girls, it's something quite different, I'd even say dirty and blasphemous, like throwing a bucket of paint on a blank canvas, staining the purity of white with darkness."
"And the worst part is how this darkness enveloped me almost tenderly, as if it wanted to convince me that I should just let myself sink into it and forget everything."
"Forget even who I am because there I wouldn't need it anymore and..."
"Ophelia, wake up!" Septarion says, pulling me out of my poetic reverie about what I felt.
"..."
"I'm sorry, it seems I got lost in daydreams again, you know how I am when poetry and inspiration touch me deeply, this vision reminded me of a painting."
"It's like the painting titled [The Despair] unfortunately this beautiful work of art has already been destroyed, but it was a painting made only with black and white paint, forming an incredible cacophony that really caused discomfort in those who saw it in person."
"Ophelia, please stop." Septarion says, no longer liking that my "mask" is not being used.
"But I haven't said anything yet?" I say, since he stopped me.
"Just... stop..." Septarion speaks with discomfort.
"Are you feeling uncomfortable? I know how much you like purity, unfortunately I'm human and all humans have their masks, it just depends on whether this mask is beautiful or not," I say to him with a smile.
"Just let me know if you find out anything about Setsuna that I should know..." Septarion says, leaving the room uncomfortable with my smile and my lack of purity, because to him I am a filthy human.
"Go through the shadows," I say politely to him, moving my wheelchair, it is a fact that Septarion does not like me very much, as an angel he values purity, but I am too impure for him.
Not only because of my greedy, lustful and unpleasant hobbies, but because of the way I think and treat people, just as I surround myself with beauty, I am also very selective with people.
Basically, I'm the worst kind of person for many, someone who is completely false, using a mask so thick that no one can see and know what I really think.
Honestly, I looked at Ayane, who is obviously Septarion's favorite, and all I saw was a plain girl, she is simple, pretty, but nothing grandiose and is ridiculously naive.
Basically an example of what not to be in our society, humans are like animals in the forest and those like Ayane are the ones who always get the worst of it, being killed first or used by the smarter ones.
But Setsuna, no, she enchanted me as soon as she entered this room, because she has the most beautiful mask I've ever seen in a girl, she is beautiful, having an anatomy truly worthy of a work of art.
Her cold and even apathetic expression as she pretends to be normal forms one of the most beautiful masks among all, and the way she evaluated me with her gaze is enough for me to get a little wet.
And she really succeeded, especially when she looked at me as if I were just a coward who wasn't worth the attention, that look made me get very wet and I think I'll have to change my panties.
"H-Hahaha, who would have thought that a beautiful work of art like her could exist in this filthy world?" I say with a smile as I take a painting and brushes with paint from my desk.
Another of my hobbies is painting, and I'm very good at it, I've even won awards as the best national and even multinational painter.
"I wonder what kind of position would look best to portray Setsuna." I don't care what Septarion thinks, to me he's just an insignificant worm and I only accept his demands out of convenience.
He is undeniably convenient because thanks to him I have all these girls gathered here and I can appreciate these beautiful works of art, but if the magical girls are common paintings, Setsuna is the masterpiece of the museum.
She makes me lose myself in poetic daydreams, to me Ayane is the cheapest painting in the collection, a portrait of an angel.
But only a common being with an insignificant representation linked to a false purity, a painting that fools look at and would think magnificent, but for a true art connoisseur it is just something simple.
But Setsuna is the opposite, she is the most beautiful painting of a true demon, I may not know how she is and how she acts, but I have a special eye for art and I can affirm that.
Setsuna cannot deceive me with her mask, because to me she is easily someone who is closer to what I like.
Setsuna is the kind of painting that really causes feelings, just like the painting [The Despair], a work of art made by an artist who committed suicide after looking at his own art.
An art that for anyone who observed it felt extreme discomfort and even fear, few artists in the world are capable of putting feelings into a work.
Ayane is a beautiful art, but very insipid, she does not convey any feelings, it is something to look at briefly and then forget, but Setsuna is an art that just looking at it once would engrave it in your mind.
She is an art that passes on bad emotions, like a well of despair represented in a living being, how I wish I could see her naked to paint her body on my canvas.
Unfortunately, her clothes are too "complex" and hid her body, leaving it entirely to the imagination to try to figure out what's underneath, it would be great if she had taken off her coat.
Although from the few glimpses I've had, I can already say that beneath the clothes her body is also magnificent.
"Hmmm, I think I'll just paint her face for now, yes, an image of her face that will be placed in my secret hall." All the paintings in the hallway were painted by me.
They are copies of arts that were destroyed for causing bad feelings, some of them were made by artists who were controlled by monsters.
That's why I have a certain fascination with the monsters that allow beautiful arts to be made, I love when a magical girl breaks because they form a beautiful art to put on a canvas.
But Setsuna is the opposite, she is a perfect art that has already come from a broken girl from the beginning, something that fakes like the others will never be able to reach.
"I think I could fall in love with her if this continues, how romantic, an artist who falls in love with a work of art, it would be beautiful to be killed by her in the end." I would love to be killed by someone I love.
It would be like a beautiful play, where the most tragic closing of the curtains is the most beautiful of all.
"Septarion, Septarion, Septarion, you're so hilarious," I murmur, picking up the blank canvas. Septarion, who so values purity, simply ignores the hidden darkness in humans for his purpose.
I guess that's why he has Ayane as his favorite, because she has a purity that many humans don't have, unfortunately for him, purity is temporary, one day she will break like all the others.
"Maybe I should put Ayane and Setsuna together." When you put the trash next to the treasure, the treasure stands out even more, so having a cheap art like Ayane next to a masterpiece like Setsuna would make Setsuna look even more beautiful.
"My little devil, I have beautiful paintings planned for you~" I speak with inspiration, picking up the paints to paint Setsuna's beautiful face, she gives me the most wonderful feeling I've felt in years.