0. He repents just before his death.
The first chairman of the [Ashen Dawn Society].
The chief High Dark Mage of the [Calmburg Magic Academy].
One of the fifteen villains who brought the world to ruin.
The nightmare of the Southern Jungle and the Wasteland.
One of the five Great Demons. The Demon Summoner who summoned Tyban.
The Cursed Minion of the War of Demons.
Faijashi Wildcast.
Before receiving the Sabbath from the demon, his name was Fernandez Sernerd.
Age 87. He closes his eyes as he watches the world end.
Age 16. Kicked out of his family and wandering homeless, he now opens his eyes again.
***
In an era where demons wail in every shadow and the pale sun burns the emerald sky, the last remaining ‘human’ Dark Mage was dying.
Severe magical contamination, physical aging, and excessive use of magic beyond his limits. The Dark Mage had plenty of reasons to die, and few reasons to avoid death.
Uniquely for this era, he desired his own death.
“Before today grows any longer, I will ask you one last time, Faijashi.”
“Lord Tyban. I will not become a Lich.”
A being passed down as a ‘legendary tale’ even in the days when elves and dwarves roamed the continent. The Ancient Demon. Tyban looked down at him, coughing on the bed. Tyban sneered at Faijashi as if he pitied him.
Faijashi looked up at him and smiled back. From the moment he first summoned him until now, they had been a perfect pair in sync.
“You have talent. Become a Lich and serve me. Rise above death and command death. I don’t want to lose someone like you.”
“Hahaha, according to the contract, my soul will become a slave of the 6th realm anyway. How could I serve you any better than that?”
“Wouldn’t it be better to live as a Lich? Rather than dying and becoming a lowly demon. Your magical talent, experience, temperament, soul, and spirit. All that you’ve built over your lifetime, would you let it all melt away so meaninglessly?”
“Undead. Undead… I don’t want to become undead.”
Tyban clicked his tongue. It was because of his son. The reason this strong and cunning Dark Mage suddenly came to loathe the undead.
“Your son was ridiculously weak compared to you, Faijashi Wildcast.”
“That’s right. He was too weak to endure skeletons and rotting flesh. He wanted to remain human until the end. Isn’t that like father, like son?”
“So you’re going to die like this? Just like when you killed your resurrected son with your own hands?”
“What else can I do? If that’s what he wants, I must let it be.”
Tyban chuckled as if amused.
“Did you love your son that much?”
“I only realized it after I killed him.”
Faijashi smiled bitterly. Soon, a fit of coughing shook his wrinkled throat. He painfully bent over, groaned, and only then managed to straighten up.
For that long time, Tyban silently watched him. Faijashi slowly opened his mouth.
“Do you remember the day we first met, Lord Tyban?”
“You were a brat.”
“All I had was revenge and madness. That was all. Even when I summoned you and killed the nobles of the High Council of Aseas one by one. From Dane to Phaeirn, from the Southern Jungle to the Western Wilderness, I burned them all.”
“They were weak.”
Tyban didn’t want to see Faijashi, who had lived like a burning volcano all his life, dying while speaking such weak words.
Faijashi was an interesting guy, and a capable villain.
He was decisive, bold, and full of pride. But Tyban didn’t interfere with the final moments of this mortal, who could almost be called a friend.
He reminisced with Faijashi.
“When we sacrificed all those Sernerd souls and broke the seal of Yekaset…”
“Ah, those glorious days. In hell, in this world, and even in the heavenly Temple of the Gods! Our names were exalted. Faijashi. The gates opened, the legions advanced, and we burned the skies.”
“Do you remember the four women of Vaitas?”
Tyban was silent for a moment. Faijashi didn’t press him. They respected each other too much to push.
In the days when those who sang of hope in despair drove the great Lord of the Abyss back to hell, and four of the five hellgates were destroyed.
The vanguard of the Temple of the Gods and the protector of humanity.
“The four women of Vaitas… Yes. Thanks to you, we were able to capture and imprison them all. I remember.”
The four champions of Vaitas, the Divine Warrior of the Sun and Justice. The holy knights of the Holy War, the missionaries of the faith, and the spirits who became demi-gods. The four greatest angels.
Faijashi set himself as bait, creating a trap, and captured them all in one fell swoop.
Before plunging into hell together, the world was gradually being purified.
Due to Faijashi’s sacrifice, humanity took its last breath. The world ended that day. Now, demons are burning the world, and human souls have become playthings for demons.
The flashback ended. Faijashi smiled bitterly.
“The world has already perished, the heavenly Temple of the Gods has been sealed, and the War of Demons will eternally torment the souls of mortals.”
“A great victory.”
“A great yet hollow victory, Lord Tyban.”
If he followed him like this, he would be revered as a war hero, take the seat of the lord of hell, and live proudly.
Tyban would support him, and as long as he maintained his own power, no demons would surpass him.
But whenever such thoughts arose, like ants gnawing at the fat of his heart, he heard his son’s screams.
-“Aaaaah! Uwaaaah! Father!!! Father!!!”
It was a horrifying scream. The day he resurrected his son’s corpse, lost meaninglessly in the war. His son, unable to accept becoming undead, fell into madness.
He destroyed himself until he became a pile of flesh. As long as Faijashi’s magic persisted, his son couldn’t end his own life.
So, Faijashi ended his son’s second life with his own hands. He lost his son twice that day.
***
Faijashi gasped for breath, snapping out of his thoughts. Pain, as if his soul was being torn out, pressed down on him.
The memory of that day remained an unhealed, bleeding wound in his heart. Faijashi forced his trembling lips together and spoke.
“Lord Tyban, one last request.”
“Speak.”
“Please share a bit of your magic.”
“What do you intend to use it for?”
“I wish to die reminiscing about the time I was a mage.”
Tyban sighed, looking at Faijashi’s frail, shrunken body. Yes, that would be better.
It must be like the feelings of an old man dying while looking at an old photo album. Once a great dark mage with more power than anyone in his prime.
He must want to die holding even a handful of magic.
Tyban waved his finger, infusing Faijashi’s body with magic. Faijashi’s gasping body visibly relaxed.
“Thank you.”
With Tyban’s powerful magic, Faijashi felt his life briefly extended. It was a sweet painkiller. But he couldn’t rest.
He had never lived a life of rest.
-“Crackle!!!”
“What are you doing?!”
Faijashi’s fingers knotted, and instantly, a massive magical formation rose around his body. Complex patterns intertwined and then scattered. Green sparks faded, leaving traces of magic.
In that moment, Faijashi exhausted all the magic Tyban had given him.
“What have you done?!”
What else? Freeing the archangels. Faijashi chuckled.
-“Thud!!!”
A glowing spear blade pierced through Tyban’s broad, sturdy chest. Tyban immediately grabbed the blade.
-“Crash!”
But the axe embedded in his left arm, the blade in his right thigh, and the hammer descending towards his head hindered him.
In his fading vision, Tyban looked at Faijashi’s small body.
“A fitting end for a betrayer of humanity, betraying demons.”
“Faijashi!!!!”
“See you in hell.”
“Wildcast, you scum!!!!”
-“Thwack!”
The four weapons embedded in his body scattered, and Tyban’s body shattered into pieces. Amid the demon lord’s bloodbath, Faijashi looked at the four approaching angels.
“Ah, how dazzling.”
“Why did you free us?”
“Do I need a reason?”
“Yes. Was it just a whim?”
Faijashi sighed and closed his eyes. Reasons, reasons. This is why I hate the righteous.
“I created hell’s prison using Tyban’s magic. I could undo the seal the same way.”
“That’s the process.”
“Yes. And the result is your freedom. Consider it done. Now, leave. I want to die quietly.”
“Your son.”
Faijashi twitched his eyes and looked up at them.
“Shut up and leave, will you?”
“It’s your son. The source of your regret.”
“Reading minds is a bad habit.”
“Light can illuminate any shadow. You were just in the end, Fernandez Sernerd. Repentance comes from regret.”
“Damn it.”
With those final words, the four archangels vanished instantly. Yes, disappear. What’s left in this world now?
No humans to protect, no life left. They’ll give up too. Grumbling about the unpleasant task, they’ll return to the heavenly Temple of the Gods.
In the end, it was a meaningless act. Like his life. Faijashi recalled his son’s eyes. Brown eyes tainted with sorrow and madness.
“If there’s one last chance.”
He wanted to save his son. He wanted to show his son a better world. Could he have done something as a father?
This old villain, already irredeemable in all his sins, fell into hell, filled with regret. A long, ugly, painful, and terrifying descent.
“One last chance…”
In the distant echo, Tyban’s furious roar could be heard. Yes, wait for me, old friend. I’ll gladly endure your torment for eternity.
Faijashi Wildcast.
Before receiving the Sabbath from demons, Fernandez Sernerd. He was 87 years old.
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