Five years later,
Even if he did lie a bit to them, Morphus never would have thought that he would find a home among the Shadow Lords, later known better as the Order of Darkness among the kingdoms.
They were his friends.
They were his family.
Even if he completely fabricated his origins, Morphus Noir was someone they accepted as one of their own.
There was much they did not know about him. Who he really was and just how much he has lost.
But perhaps, he had found a new home, in a reality that was not his own.
Even if he would inevitably outlive them, perhaps spending a lifetime with them or perhaps even dying for their sake, if he could be at least a little bit useful for them, he would be content.
'That will not happen'
Morphus: "Who said that?"
He looked around, but there was none there.
He thought he might be hallucinating, but then...
'You will lose everything'
The figure appearing before him was almost see through, like a ghost, yet he felt so real.
Two crimson eyes stared right into Morphus's blue eyes.
'Alas, that is the cross you must bear. This will be the final chance, no more attempts left'
Morphus: "What are you talking about?"
'However, to obtain a different possibility, the exact same path must be avoided, I can only hope this will be enough...'
Morphus: "I don't understand!"
'Mrakus is gone, and so is everyone else. And soon, I too, will be erased from existence. But before I do, there is one thing that must be done...'
Suddenly, the incorporeal form suddenly became tangible, putting his hand upon Morphus's brow.
'You will not remember this conversation, but you will know what to do when the time comes'
Morphus: "Who are you?!"
Morphus felt a sensation of his mind being overwhelmed with sounds, images, and finally total darkness.
Before he lost consciousness, he saw the red-eyed man unfold his raven black wings.
I see, so he was an angel too...
'I will be entrusting this to you, my past self. Farewell.'