Status Display: Pacific Hanasaki.
| Pacific Hanasaki (Sinner) |
| Suicide method: shot herself in the top of her left temple. Angels: Raziel, Pravuil. |
I was just confirming but I wondered before why this Status Display is necessary. Yeah. It shows how I committed suicide. That means...
Status Display: Aubrey Hanasaki.
| Aubrey Hanasaki |
| ????? |
What?! Why is it only showing question marks? What the fuck is the meaning of this, Pravuil?!
"Well you can do that but because of the higher status of Raziel as your angel..."
Ahhh. I see. That fucking demon again. Everytime. I could've DIED. I SHOULD have died. But he ruined it. And now when I got 2 billion bloody people on my bloody hands, he fucking NERFS me like a fucking game dev. Straight up bullshit.
"You can never understand immortals, human."
I'm pretty sure they he just wants amusement. He and that God. No matter. I am Pacific, always been above others. If I can step over my peers, I can step over these angels... someday. One more test before I go outside,
Status Display: Raziel
| RAZIIEL |
| D̷̵̶̶̵̶̸̸̸̵̷̸̸̸̡̧̨̢̧̡̧̧͎̙͎͓͎͔̤͔̮͓͚̤͈̼̖̦̤̘͎̜͕͉̗͉̭̼͙̮̺͍͕̲͈͕̥̞̥̮̠͉̮̬̞̖͈̘̙̞͈͓͓̝̝̙͉͕͎͈̼͉͈̭̻̦̍̆̄̐̓͋͑͑͐̔̆̀́̈́̍̀̈́͆̋̈͂̉̿̌̋͐̈́̊̀̇̄̓̿̒̍̒̌̈̇̈́̓́͐́̿̄̀̅͒̎̓̔͑̌̆͆̾̃̚̕͘͘̕͝͝Í̵̴̴̷̶̴̶̧̧̹̩͙̫̩̱͚̫̰͖̺̼͍̹̻̺̬̬͎̭̫͓͚͆̋͊̈́̒̽͋͆̓̊̇́̓̽̇̎̐̚͜ͅĘ̶̸̶̶̴̷̵̴̴̶̴̸̶̴̴̵̸̶̷̴̡̡̨̧̧̨̧̡̛̞̠̬̬̳̪͎̫̣̮̹̥̩͔̱͈̪͉̪͙̣͍̗͖͚͚̖̖͙̯̬̪̟̱͙̳̥̳͈͓͚̙͙̝̥̠̪̺̙̘̼̤̲̞͔͉̟͎̯̦̱̭͓͍̟͍̱͖̗͖͍̭̼̘̬̺͕̣̯̝̜͌̑͂̂̏̇̄͆́̽͆̔̿̉̋̐̎͗͛̏̈́̍͂͐̋̑̉̀̇̀̏̓̈́̐̆̽̎̀̔͗̈̏̅̐̈́͆͐̉̈́̐͋͌͋̀̏̆̍͋͂̃͋̅̏̐̈͛͋͂̔͑͂͊̓͗̆̎̎̄͂̓̈́̌̇͑̓̄̎̌̃̈́͊̓̂̂͌͗̚̚̕͜͜͝͠͝͝͠͝͝͠͠ͅͅͅͅ ̸̸̵̶̶̵̴̸̸̴̵̷̴̵̴̡̨̢̨̢̨̡̧̡̦̱̘̳̻̤̙̲̝͈̥͙̙̹̭̦͚͇̬͓̙̞̞͕̰͖͖͇͕͎̫̠̼̻͈̼͙̜̫͖̱̩͕̳̯̮̻͕̫̙͍̠̪̯̩̫͙̼̤͈̱͕̽̈́̋͆͑͆̂͆̂͂̍̓͆̐̿̉̋́̃̑̆̈́̊͊͊́͑́̍͂̀̄̓̊͂͒̔̎̍͊͛̏͌́͊̀̒̊́̎̀̂̇͛̌̇̈̃̕͘͘͜͝͝ͅỴ̷̵̷̴̵̵̷̸̷̸̸̴̸̡̢̧̨̡̟̥͙͕̠̭̩͎̫͚̻̮̘̝͙̥̱͚͉̥͓̥̣͓̥͔͚̭͔̝̪̪̣̙̯̩͇̫͖̞͍̠̌̑̅͆̿̑̆̈́̈̿̈́̓̉̽̀̊̀̓̓͋̅̃̂̈̇̔̽̐͑͋̍̆̋́̔̈̊͌͗͑́͛̐̀̔̀͊̎̉͘̕̕͘͘͜͜͠͠͝͠͠ͅƠ̷̷̷̴̶̷̶̴̵̴̴̢̩̩̱̞̤͓̥̘͖̝̘̞͓͉̬̱͉͖͇̼͍̳̫̲̞͙͕̱̙͎͎̣̣͙̰̻͕͈̲̏̃̂̀̐͛̿̉̔̊͊͊̈́̊́͛͆̇̆̔̎̏͊̓̉̂̌̎̐̇́͘͘̚͜͝͝ͅỰ̵̸̵̷̶̴̷̵̴̴̢̡͉̥̟̥̟̦̤̻̲̻̬̗̻̹͍̖͙̯͕͓̫̬̹̯̠̘͙̹͚͙̮̱̙̳̞̦͔͎͓͚̮̻̳̖̖̠͉̜͉̪͌͌́̒̇́̈́̈́̍̉̀̒͗̒͋̿̇̾͊͛̍̍̾̐̆̉̒͊̏̂́̏̓̿̀̄̀̈̈͘͜͜͝͝͝ ̸̷̴̸̵̴̷̴̵̸̶̶̷̶̴̷̶̴̡̢̧̨̡̧̡̢̨̛̹̠̱̝͓̭͍̜̦̰̙̻͚͍̦̯̜̟̣͕͕̰͚̞̠̞̬̣̭̤̭̮̟̳̙̼̩̜̠̜̮̺̫̻͚̪̙̠̪̭̣̱͙͇̗̫̤̗̤̠̲̮̱̤̻͉̩̯͕͎̗̮̱̠̩̖̺̘͙͊͒̾̓̅̉̉͒̍̈́̽̇̊̄̋͑͂̈́̉̈̽̎̀̈́̓̍͑͐̄͗̆̉̑̌̌̌͗̀̃̃̍̀̐̀͒̃̑͗͌̎͐͊̋͂̏̅̑̇̀̊͐͆̉̌̔͋́͛̀̕̕͘̚̕̚͘͜͜͠͝͠͝͝͝͠ͅͅͅͅW̵̴̴̸̷̶̴̴̷̶̵̵̷̵̸̨̧̨̧̨̢̧̛͉̤̟̟̤̲̼̥̮̲̥̳̞̥̮͙̻̩̹̺͕̰̰̙̤̹̗̮̥̞̖̜̹͉̰̹̳̺͇̺͎̩̥̟̭͇̼̬͓͉̣̹͍͕̗̐͋̂͑̉̓̽̌͒͆̓̈́̂̑̐͑̓͌̓͗͛́̄̀͌͌̀̐̽̂͐̒̎̌̈́̋̾͒͋̒̈́̾͛͌̈͋̚͘͜͜͜͠͠͝͠͠͝͝͝ͅͅÍ̶̸̸̶̵̴̸̶̸̵̢̡̨̨̡̪̖̪̙͇͓̺̲̠̪̺͇͉̣̱̯͙̠̹̳̟̼͕̼̠̺͚̜͍̣͎̟̼͙͓̭͖̼͔̽̿̀͆̉͛͒̔̌͛͌̅́̀̋̈́́̎͐̅̀̊͌͌͋̄̈͋̈̎̓͊͆̍̀̏̌͗̾̿̈́̄̿̊̑́̎̊̿͘͜͠ͅĻ̵̵̴̸̴̴̵̷̵̸̶̷̷̧̢̢̤̦̹͇̰̱̺̫̱̝͙̯̹͍̰̜͓̱̰̖͔̪̗̮̗͚͙͈͖͙̦͉̖͉͓̙͚̭͕̥̽͊̉̿̿̾̅̌̒́́́́̔̂͐͒̎͋̊̎̈́̒̃̈̈́̾͂͑̒͂̃̑̀͋̋̈́̋̅͊̓̊̓̇͛̓́̏̽̋̂̎̀̂̓̈́̂̚̕̕͘͘͘͘͝͝͠͠͝ͅͅL̴̷̷̷̶̴̵̶̷̸̶̵̸̷̴̶̶̡̨̨̡̨̢͕̖͖̬͕̹̥͈͇̞̞̳͓̫̟̯͍̻̱̻̮̼̩̼̩̥̠̱͖͓͔̻͕͉͕̲̳̝͕̠͚͇͖̭͕̬͚̲̼̲̻̭̼̝̻̗̼͖͇̭̠͍͉̫͎̺͉̤͎͓̰͚͉̩̗̳̗̱̟͕͔̾͐̈́̋̀̒̉͋̆͑̀͒̔̏̀̓͌͛͂̆̍̓̇̇̋̉͒̃̿̏̐̎͆̒̔̈́̾͗̋͑͑͋́̄͋̍̈́̀́̊̔̈̀̋́̀̅̏̑̕̕̕͝ͅͅ ̷̸̷̴̸̸̴̴̶̷̡̨̗͉͖͔͖̬͙̖̘̰̮̰̘̖͎̦͎͔̗̠͓̖̩͙̣̙͇̬̫̥͎̦̝͉̱̥̻̜̞̝̙͈́͊͗̌͗́̓̇̓͐̓̏͐̔̉̂̿̅͐̍̇̋̈̈́̉́̋̌̈́͑̾̓̊̿̎͂̅͘͝͠͝ͅD̸̵̸̶̴̵̸̶̴̶̷̶̶̵̶̴̷̵̵̸̷̡̧̡̧̨̧̛̛̛͖͙͇͔̰̮͉̖̤̰̘͕̻̳̘͇̯̝͓̫̭̬̭̱̫̺̰̘̤͚̭̱̹͓͇̹̬͚̣͚͇̺̭̱̰̩͉̣̳̱̗̜̣̠̭̤̮͍̖̬̞̣̞̟̱̝͇̘̠͚͓͍̗̟̝͙̗̋̇̋͂͋́̎̏̏͐͒͌̍͂̈́̍̋͛̎̈́̈̆͋͌̾̒̔̈́͗͋̑̑̏̋̔͋̋͆͊̓̉͑͂̋͌̈́̽͒̃͂̑̈́̓̊͆͑̈͆̉̋́̈́̽́͂̈́̋͛̈́̇̒͌̕̚̕̕͘͜͝͠͠͝͝͠͝ͅI̷̴̸̴̶̴̵̴̴̴̷̶̧̡̡̨̧̡̧̢̮̰̗̱̦̺̗̝͍̪̱̼͇̳̺͉͚̲͈̼͓̫̰̺̩̖̙̯̺̼̹͖̮͔̭̫̖̮̯̣͇̪̠̦̻̙̦͚̖̙̮̫̫̓̈͆̉͋͐́͂̆̾͐͗̄̇̎͐̔͂̓̀̈́̈́͆͆͐̈́̀̈́́̆̐̂̉̆̐͑͆̅͌̉̌͛̒̿̔̅̈͊͑̈̀̚̕̚̕̕͠͝ͅͅE̴̷̶̵̶̵̸̶̷̶̷̢̡̨̧̛̛̛͉̹̻̳͉͖̱̬̮͇͓͓̮̪̗̼̖̰̞̙̮̠͈̰̩̩͉̹̳̞͌͛̅̽́̔̊̂͋̽̆̔̉͐̆̄̃̈́͗̆̿̏̐̅̿̿̊̏̓͑͋͐͛͑͒̍̍̑̾͑̿̿͗̆͋̊̉͑͛̀̄̚̚̚̕͜͝͝͝ͅ Y̴̡̡̛̱̲̲̮̩̭̰͕̫̲̹͎̬̪̟̯͚̦̠͎̝̓̍͐̿̍̈̍̾͌̑͆̈́̿̇́̑̂͋̌͆̆͂̍͊̀́̈̋͘̚̚̕͘͜͝͝͝Ó̶̢̨̨̯̩͓̙͍̼͚̞͔̣͉̬̤̥̮͇͈̣͎̹̟̲̥͇͈̅̎̓̽̆̀̿̒͊͊̏̀̂́́̀͗͊̿̂̐͑̀̓͌̌̊̕͜͜͠͠͝Ư̵̡̧̨̺̤͚̻͕̙̱͛̈͒̈͋̌̈́̇͑̏͂͛̀̆̽̃͌̇̈́͊̇̆͠͝͝R̸̨̛͕̙͉̼̳̹̦̖̲̣͚̻͓̘̮͈̪̱̼̰̺̦͓̘̼̩͔̮̼̪̟̦͇̻̼̤͓̹̰͓͚͍̩̥̭͓̋̔͆̍͒̅̔̈̀̎͋͐̏̿͗̂͐̓̎̀̾̈́̓͊̈́̌̓͆̒̀͆̚͜͜͜ͅͅ ̷̡̢̢̛̖͍̻̺̭̘͙͇̲̩̤̮͎̃̆̂̈́͆̌̇̈́̃̈́̇̽̍̅́̔́͒̔͆̌͊́̽̓̀͒̚̕̚͘͝ͅL̴̨̛̛̰̖͍̐̏̄̋͂̔̾͆̄͗́̽͛͆͒͒͌̌̈̈́̃͌͘͠͝Ī̶̡̢̛̯̝̩̗̯̬̳̫̰̫̟̣̻̖̼̦͉̭͉̞͎̗̞̘̮̱̖͇͉̰͕̖͙̱̖̪͔͇͎̹̗̼̝̀͗̈́̓̉̈́̔͛͐̿̉͑̉͂͂̍̀͂̾̓̉͋̎̚͜͜͜͝͝͠F̷̢̢̧̡̱̪̪̭̤̬̩͉̺̞͓̺͓̭̣͈̯͇̹̖͈̮̗̈̄̀͋̑͊̌̇̃̆̀̓͂̿̇̔̔͌̽̂͐̎̔̀̔̍̉̀̒̿̑͆͆͗̆̃̓̊̈́͒̂͆̄̎͘̚͠͠͠͠͝ͅE̷̺̜͚̹̭̻̬͑̆̑̍́̌̒̅͛̇̿͑̿͆́͌̽̆̍̆̑̇̒̏̄̓̀̓̃̇̓͋̓̈́̀́̕̕̚͘ ̷̡͇̟̣̥̰̤̩̣͓̦̟̬̫͚͈̱̰̤̬̹̭͓̥̗̜͇͌̀͂͑͂͑́̀̔̋̌̑̃̓͂̽̀̄̊͋̎̋̋̑̄̅̄͛͂͗̒̎̾̓͊͆́̌̚͘̕̚͜͝͠͝͠͝͝͝͠͠͝ͅͅI̶̛̖̬̹͇͈͍͚̹̜̖̱̞͍̙͖̣̗̠̺̒́̾̊̅̈́̿͊͗̆͒̈̆̌̈́̑̈́̍͌̎̀̀̍̓̋͘̕̕͠͝͝ͅS̶̨̢̨͍͚̣̗̪̬̥͎͙̹̭̳̪̩̺̖̖̫̻̙͍͉͎͖̲͍̱̫͔̦̳͚̪̦͚̗̩͙̙̈́̉͑̐̈͊̇̈́̄̏̎͑͗̔̈́͐̅͆̚͝͝͝ͅ ̴̢̛͇̗̜͙̟̻̙̫͍̫̝͎̫̹̗̝̼̭̙̼́̑̽̔̐̋̆͌̄̅̍̓̋͋͑̀̊̏̃̌͛̉̈́̂̽͆̂͛͋͘͜͠͠ͅM̷͇͈̮̺̱͖͔̺͈̙̹͙͓̭̯̮̼̯̺͚̠͓͕̑̒͒̄͛̂͑͆̃̓͋̽͐̓͊̓͑͐̌́͋̆͒͋̽̆̈́͑͌̄̆̀̄͐̆̉̋͘̕̕͘̕͜͜͠͝͝͝͝͝I̴̢̻͇̫͓̗̘͓͎̳̮̦̺͈̱̼̰̗̞̱̱̩̖̞̟̻̹͓̳̖̤̥͔̽̀̏͜ͅͅN̸̢̢̧̯̙̗͍̖̱̥̥͇̭̱̤̜͖̳̤̳̻̖͖͔̰̯̩̹̖̯͖̙̻̤̭͍͖̺̫̝͖͍̣̰̝̿̇̂̊͒̄̽̒̈̒͗̌̅̈̔́̑͘͜͜͝͝ͅͅͅÉ̴̛͕̬́͊́͊̈̾̈́̓̀̐̓̀͌̽̍̽̽́̋̀̈́̈́̓̀́̂̋̆̔̒͗̅͋́̍͋̒̾̈̍͘̕̕̚͝͝.̵̢̧̡̨̧͙̱͓̼̞͉͍͉̞̤͓̖̹̖͕͙͖̦̗̺̥̻͍̰̹̰͕͙͎͔̲̟̦̤̭̖́̍̓̒͑̆̔̌̈̈́̂̕̚͘͜͜͜͝͝ͅ ̴̢̛̩̳̟̺͔̬̣̖̺̪̍͑̄̌̆̽̀̋̋͊͒̈́̐̂̀̑̅̇̈́̔͂͆͒̊̄̄̔̑̑̎͗͂̿̋̈́̾͐̑̌̋͛̌̎̚͠͝͝ |
Of course. As expected for the Angels of Secrets. I stepped out to the main area of the Marina Mountain Base. Everyone there is gathered already. There was a makeshift stadium in the center of the area, with the commander standing on top with a podium and a microphone. I went towards where both of my parents are.
"Everyone!" every word she said echoed throughout the whole base because of the speakers surrounding all of us, "I have instructed my soldiers for today's search and rescue mission to have civilian escorts in the city of Marina, which is not bombed by any nukes whatsover. Wait for any soldier to approach you. Do not complain because this is a matter of survival for us! You must help everyone here!"
"Pacific-chan, Dear, you two will come with me to Marina. You also, Miyuki and Hozumi! I have spoken with these other civilians too who will also come with us to Marina." He introduced us to... Kana, Hana, Teacher-sensei, and her husband.
"Oooh! Aku-chan! And Hozumi too!"
"It seems we are truly destined to be together."
Goddamnit. This was my opportunity to be with another civilian who could possibly lead me to another sinner, and I just get these two?
"You are in the same quarters as us, right? Pacific, are these your friends? Why did you never bring them home?" I almost forgot, this was the first time they actually met my mother properly.
"Ahhh. I was... busy studying." It was true, I studied all the time not because I needed to though.
"And you are... her teacher back in kindergarten, yes? And you must be her husband."
"Yes. You must be Miss Hanasaki."
Platitudes are a waste of time. I so badly want to say them that they will all die soon, but maybe someone will kill them already. It seems that all of them got to know each other very well now, and we are now prepared to be sent to Marina. And so, me, my mother and my father; Kana Aoyama and Hana Suzuki; and Teacher-sensei and her husband formed a group.
"I was ordered by the commander to be specifically finding for food and recreation. She said we might stay inside for a month."
"How horrible..."
We were on a simple car driven by my father. Marina was not a bustling city, but it was comforting enough that you can see many people, mostly elderly, walking the streets. Now, it was littered with garbage. It looks like a ghost town.
"We will head to the kindergarten first. There are lots of children in the base and we need Teacher here to be able to continue teaching the students for the future. We cannot let Japan fall behind... even during this horrible winter."
Yes, white snow was falling all over the city, just like a blanket covering the sleeping city. It actually is a sleeping city, halted in activity and its source of life, we folks of Marina, are either dead in Raguna or in the base. Without the beautiful flowering fields beside the kindergarten, it was a bland wasteland. We went down and even with shoes on, the extreme cold permeates into our feet. We must hurry to the insides of the building. Yeah. I clearly remember this place. It looks so small and desolate now. To think that this is a place where normally, children are running around.
"I work in this place. There are actually some canned goods and lots of books with fable and short stories just in that storage room."
Teacher-sensei volunteered to guide them to this point. Father provided everyone with a military-grade knife with these unique "teeth" at one of its sides. Everyone except the husband of Teacher-sensei was enthusiastic about helping and he just told us that he will watch over the car outside. We first put all of the boxes into the lobby of the building, and because they are all covered with tape, we started to remove it to verify its contents. Suddenly, Teacher-sensei made a tiny squeak.
"Teacher-sensei, what's wrong?" Mother was concerned and approached Teacher-sensei only to see her gloves ripped and her index finger bleeding.
"Oh no! What happened? Ryoichi, do you have a band-aid?"
"I was just trying to remove the packaging tape, but I accidentally cut my finger because it won't budge properly." Dad took some band-aids in his backpack and applied it to Teacher-sensei. He then took the military knife teacher is holding and assessed it.
"This is strange. It seems that this knife is duller than the others. Really strange, I just took these from the storage room at our quarters."
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Ahh. Everything suddenly became clear. The black and white world became so beautiful, the cold became so wonderful, and the scent of the boxes became so tasteful. I approached Teacher-sensei and volunteered to assist her because I am sooooo concerned for her well-being.
"Thank you, Pacific-chan."
"No problem, Teacher-sensei!"
After placing all of the boxes in the trunk of the car, we tried to ride it but unfortunately, the hailstorm has proven to be too strong that it rendered the vehicle useless. We were forced to leave the car for now and proceed towards the next destination, Windy's. It was while walking towards the restaurant that Kana decided to try and hug me.
"Brrrrrrrr! It's soooo colddd! Cuddle with me, Aku-chan!" The stupid cunt tried to jump towards me with open arms but because of my athletic prowess, I was able to dodge her entire body. She fell facefirst into the deep snow, prompting some of the snow to enter her mouth. Heh, I can't help but titter at the pathetic Kana.
"Aku-chan! You Aku!" She stands up pouted but and smiles, "...this does taste kind of good?" I feel this bizarre warmth in my heart. I have no idea why though.
"Mysterious..."
The angel of secrets even wonders. No matter, we finally see the fast food chain on our horizons. It is just beside the local bar, typically serving the most excellent strong alcohol and vodka in this town, which is rare for a Japanese countryside. I only learned that that is a bar from mother though as I am still underage. Just as fast as the howling blizzard winds, I hear a *SLAP* sound just behind me.
"I am sick of your beer this, beer that! We are going to help them at Windy's!"
This was the first time I saw the normally loving Teacher-sensei angry, and it was towards her husband. Looking closer (I normally don't because why care?), he does have this beer guy vibes with his beer belly and unkept beard. With rage on his face, he pulls the scarf from his wife, causing it to me tightned.
"AAAAAAAAAA!" Tremendous pain is must what she's feeling right now as she starts to suffocate.
"YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO TALK TO ME, BITCH! I'M GOING TO THE FUCKING BAR AND GET MY FUCKING VODKA!" He screamed and screamed towards the utterly defensless Teacher-sensei as she squeals for help. It was time that someone intervened.
"Hey! Are you alright, miss?" My father kicks the fatass to the ground and becomes the barrier between the fighting couple. Of course, I rush towards my old teacher.
"Teacher-sensei! Let me remove that scarf for you!"
I slowly unwrap the cloth on her neck and... AND.... AAAANNNNDDDD!!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Oops. I think I smirked for a bit. I turned my face into an expression of optimistic concern.
"Teacher-sensei... he must have pulled hard enough to make those dark marks. Don't worry!"
I pound my right chest as if to make a promise and leaned on her ears to whisper.
"You will have a good night."
