A feast of black roses bloomed and fell endlessly on the barren land.
Against the backdrop of a bizarre and horrifying scene, the poor woman took her steps slowly and with difficulty, her red eyes watering.
The name of the beautiful woman with brown hair was Cecil Lionelta.
She sniffled as she pondered the words of the coldest man in the world, who had flatly refused her request a moment earlier.
[‘… I can’t give you this..only this.’
‘… This was originally mine.’
‘… This is the one and only connection to my part. I can’t give this to you.’]
“Stupid Julius, just stop being needlessly stubborn and forget about that b*tch.”
[Aren’t you the “that kind of b*tch” you’re talking about?]
The voice of a high-ranking devil irritated the nerves.
At the sound of the unlucky woman’s whispers echoing in her head, Cecil screamed, shaking her head in frustration.
“Shut up! If that b*tch hadn’t said that when she kicked the bucket, I would have been happily rolling around with Julius by now with my second child in my stomach!”
[…she’s so vulgar and hates herself; I guess my other half is crazy as well.]
The Nightmare’s words poured out rapidly in a low voice, as if faced with a frightening truth.
Annoyed by the voice, Cecil placed her white hand on her head and carefully created a flame.
“Shut up, if it wasn’t for you in the first place, he wouldn’t have rejected me like this.”
[Oh! It stings! Are you thinking of harming yourself now? The more you keep acting like that, the more I worry!]
Only after the pure white flame was created again and the left side of her head was completely burned did the other self within her cease chattering.
Cecil’s face burned hideously in the sacred flame.
In response to the sharp pain on her left side, the priest’s wife clicked her tongue and absently snapped her fingers.
“Heal.”
As if time had been rewound, her tanned skin returned to its original clean, pure white hue, and as she regained her beauty, she was forced to recall once again the scene she had tried so hard to forget.
[I can’t give this to you.]
“Ugh, you bad guy. If you had just closed your eyes and hung it around my neck, I would have been fooled. You bastard.”
Tears welled up in her big eyes. She rubbed her eyes, which had become even redder than before, and eventually she could not hold back her sobs and cried loudly.
At the same time, Cecil secretly looked at the cabin built behind her.
Despite the cries, Julius Tapnel—the faithful servant of God—showed no sign of emerging from the hut.
After the failure of [Operation Woman’s Tears], Cecil wept heartily and walked down the road.
It was unclear how long she walked, but she eventually reached a place where the cabin appeared as a small dot in the distance.
Upon closer inspection, her face revealed the sorrow of a woman—wiping away tears and snot as if she were a distressed child.
Looking at her in such a pathetic state, a hidden voice suddenly revealed her true self, as if a picture had been drawn in the air, clicking its tongue and shaking its head.
“Tsk, this is so pathetic. The only thing you could come up with was to force your husband into this unpleasant place and cause trouble for him. It seems that you are not the real Cecil after all.”
“Lionelta….”
Two women looked surprisingly similar, as if gazing into a mirror.
Cecil roughly wiped her tear-stained face and began to growl at the Angel of Death, who had appeared before her.
“…It wasn’t enough that you arbitrarily seduced someone else’s husband, but seeing you say that to me so confidently, I guess all beings in heaven are like that, right?”
“Anyway, I think it’s better than being a despicable woman who completely knew the saint’s plan and didn’t even try to tell Julius.”
Cecil, rendered speechless by the angel’s leisurely smile as she toyed with the devil’s malevolent aura, found herself unable to respond. In the end, she simply lowered her shoulders in defeat.
Watching the pitiful woman, Lionelta, who was stroking her chin as if she didn’t feel a shred of sympathy, smiled bitterly and continued to hurl cruel words at her.
“His daughter, Leira, is unaffected by the time rewind, so Julius can meet Cecil Lionelta again—the woman he loved with all his heart. In the rewound world, a child named Leira, who will become the supreme saint, already exists. Therefore, Cecil can escape the fate of death.”
“Still not convinced? If you sacrifice yourself, everyone can be happy. Even Cecil Lionelta.”
“….”
“Nevertheless, you are just a selfish and ugly b*tch who deliberately hid this. So I can say this with confidence—you are not the wife he loved.”
As if savoring the moment, the angel continued to spit out harsh words, mocking her. But then, a small yet clear voice reached Lionelta’s ears.
“…What’s wrong with that?”
“…What? Do you even know what you’re saying?”
She frowned, ranting at the devil as if she were a righteous angel.
The devil, gazing at her with dull eyes, tilted her head slightly, “So, are you saying it’s wrong for me to act like this? I don’t think so.”
The innocent woman from before was gone. The tragic heroine, tainted by evil and shattered by the memory of her death, now spoke to the angel without a shred of emotion.
“I’m not asking for something grand. I just want to share a love that will never change for the rest of my life with Julius.”
“…That is selfishness. If you truly love him, you should be able to watch him leave.”
“I can be better than that b*tch. I can be a better mother than Cecil ever was. So there’s no need for something useless like turning back time.”
“And your father. Can you say the same for Saint Erman?”
The angel looked at the madwoman before her with a stern expression and quietly asked.
Hearing this, the woman smiled brightly and answered with calm certainty, as if stating the obvious.
“There are no parents who can keep their children forever. So it’s only natural that Erman’s plan for my love will also come to nothing.”
“…It sounds like you intend to kill him if you must.”
No answer came. Instead, the love-mad devil’s eerie smile illuminated the empty world in response.
Lionelta, the Angel of Death and the self-proclaimed mother of Saint Erman, could only nod at the sight.
After all, devils were evil beings that had to be destroyed.
‘Yes, Cecil Lionelta is an evil person who deserves to be erased.’
And then, long ago, Lionelta, the first demon who devoured the angel and filled her endless void, also whispered: [That thing is annoying and needs to be removed.]
In the belly of an ancient monster.
A tale of an angel and a devil, was unfolding in a land of emptiness that no one remembers.
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