The book was raging, like preparing to end, but won't. The lights coming out of the book aggressively, so aggressive that they could end everything – as the book was unfolding the world beneath the hidden curtains, the time had decided to move fast, all weathers were in just a split second, snow fall, rain, everything. It looked terrifying, like God had decided to end humanity's faith.
Then out of the thin air, he appeared, the one who started it all, because he saw what wasn't meant to be – the beggar, Helwian Dio Bornendez.
He set his hand on Morganael's chest, flat, and ready to push. Morganael's eyes wide, he was in shock – a deep shock he couldn't ever imagine.
Kyte, Evelyn, and Marx stood on the other side, shocked, Marx realised the prophecy had come true, and his last moments with his nephew weren't even good, he wanted to protect, he protected, but at what cost? At what results? The outcome was never meant to be good.
He didn't even try, because – once dead, can live in hearts, but if forgotten, neither heart nor memories.
Evelyn tried rushing to save Morganael, but Marx held her tight, he kneeled down, grabbed Kyte and Evelyn, and turned his back towards Morganael, because he knew what would happen, and would not – he silently let that happen, to protect what he could.
A tear dropped from Evelyn's eyes, she was weeping, silently, like she had practised it. Kyte didn't do a thing, he remained what he meant to be.
At the same moment, Helwian pushed Morganael towards the book.
Morganael slammed into the book, he was feeling pain much more than he could ever imagine, he was being devoured – he felt like being burnt alive, with sticky oil. He screamed, hopelessly.
"NO!!!" Screamed Evelyn, weeping, sorrow was her face.
A sudden glow of light struck, all lights coming out of the book were gone, the world wasn't what it was before.
The world had changed, it was already in a new solar system, people outside rushing here-and-there.
The news spread far-and-wide that the world had come to an end, everyone thought so.
But it wasn't an end, it was a new beginning after the end.
The planet earth had been teleported into a new solar system, orbiting a same earth-like planet but as large as Jupiter. It was habitable, humans were living there too, same humans, but from a different world. There were many other planets same as earth too, those too were orbiting Valsheim, the planet earth was now orbiting, there were now 2 moons, and 1 sun.
There were millions of floating islands, mostly villages or houses, trains flying in the space and surface, people flying using some advanced stick.
There was magic and technology both. Humanity had mastered both, the humanity of Valsheim was difficult from the earthlings.
People could teleport wherever they want, there were many organizations or habitat agencies on other planets too, those were of Valsheim, but settled there and sent signals and reports to Valsheim.
Meanwhile, on Valsheim – two men cross-pathed each other. Through sorrow and dismay.
Morganael woke up, laying on a soft bed – full of blood and tears – his brain couldn't work either.
"Huh? Where am I? What is this place?" his brain overloaded, he was panicking recoiling, his heart started racing, like a horse on the way to nine.
He was wearing a white shirt with folded sleeves, a ring, not a wedding ring, a ring, a religious ring.
Along with a black pant and black Chelsea shoes, with black socks with tiny white strips going horizontally on the upper part of the socks.
He also wore a brownish black waistcoat typically used in the eighteen hundreds of Britain. His eyes red, his hair brown.
Morganael's eyes lingered upon a mirror, shattered into fragments, he stood up, set his forward to see take a closer of the mirror, he looked at the shattered fragments of the mirror, his eyes started burning, not actually, but he felt like his eyes were burning, he couldn't scream, he started seeing moments he never lived, it wasn't even of him – it was of… Arthur Mascarot, the person whose skin Morganael was wearing.
"The hell…is going on…?" questioned Morganael.
He opened his eyes, and his pain was gone, like the feeling of cold right after touching some warm water.
"Transcendentologoy… huh, Arthur Mascarot – such weirdness."
"Arthur Mascarot, 24,Transcendentology graduate, as well as English graduate. So I'm in a world called Valsheim, and earth is now a part of it?" flashbacks emerged in his brain. Merging with his memories. "His elder brother, Clark Mascarot, 31, is a Finance and History graduate and working as a headman at a Data Research Centre. Arthur's younger sister is a Science & Technology student, currently in her last year. According to the knowledge I've got, she must be at home because it's her weekend. Clark must be here too."
He knew all about this family and his connections now, he could now replace Arthur, while not replacing him.
"How did Arthur die?" he started questioning things, which were of course valid.
As he dared to sit, his eyes lingered upon the blood stains from his chest,
"Perhaps the wound would have been healed till now, it's transmigration, I think so." he thought so. "But why would Arthur suicide? There is no literal fragment of him suiciding."
There is!
a voice rose from within his body.
"WHO IS THIS?!" Morganael panicked.
Wearing my skin? How Horrendous.
The man insisted on insulting him, Morganael couldn't help himself, he closed his ears and eyes, laid down on the bed hoping the voice would stop emerging.
But he was dead wrong. When he opened his eyes, he wasn't even in the place, he was in void. He was in his original body, wearing a blue scarf, short brown coat with a white shirt with cross-strips, black hairs, black eyes, brown pants, black shoes and socks.
He was panicking, looking at his hands, then a hand was set on his shoulder, he recoiled, frightened.
Did I die?! he thought.
But when he looked back, it was none other than – Arthur Mascarot.
He didn't die, he was in his inner-domain, which was shared by both Arthur Mascarot and him.
"What do you want?!" asked Morganael, calm, and relieved.
"Hm… I? Nothing." he replied back, calm, joking, and serious.
"Then why did you call me here?!"
"Listen here, we will never be able to talk in this domain ever again, nor when we are truly free, it would be heaven, if we are met there."
"What do you mean…?"
"Please don't tell my siblings their brother is no longer alive. Now good bye, my friend." he said it calmly, and faced into the abyss, and started walking towards it – he was crying, silently.
"Wait !!! You can't die that easily! You need to live, for your parents-"
"They're long dead…"
Morganael's eyes widened, he was in shock.
Arthur looked back, and gave a smile. A smile that was frightening, a smile that was depressing, a smile that was happy, each carried deeper meanings the representation, through the abyss.
"I entrust everything to you, my friend."
Morganael woke up, he couldn't even get back to what he was long before, the dawn after the void last ago.
Descended from the hell, just to suffer it again.
The sky was blue, daring to fight, the dawn of something, made to represent hell, in heaven.
Knock! Knock!
Someone knocked the door, Morganael was terrified, yet he knew what he had to do, just to avoid the suffering coming from the hell – it was not the time to suffer him again, the dawn looked at him, and laughed off again.
"Brother, are you ready?" A girl spoke calmly, the voice was thin, not thinner than a stick. It was a feminine voice.
He panicked, he threw the knife under the bed, and folded the bed cover.
He knew exactly what was going on, they would be going to the library to buy a book related to science, since her exams were close.
"Brother, I am going to enter." she said, and who was she? His younger sister. Alessia Mascarot.
She opened the door, and found Arthur, panicking, he tried to act normal.
She set her foot forward, she saw Arthur (not actually Arthur, but Morganael in the body of Arthur), still unaware of the fact her brother was long gone.
Long gone before her eyes, if she could've come a minute before, the world wouldn't be as if it was right now.
Her eyes were red, she wore a white dress with hidden, yes, because it's a formal country, people have brains here and they use it, unlike us humans.
She wore black slippers, just woke up from a quick nap. Brown hair. And obviously, adorable, as a child of the age of sixteen.
"Brother, what happened? Can I help?" she asked, stunned and confused.
"No worries! Anyways, why don't we go to the library to get the book you wanted?"
"That's what I'm here for."
"Oh… so, let's get started!"
She raised an eyebrow.
She left, smiling, and happy. "See you, brother!"
"Finally, the writer showed some mercy." he said, directly saying to the writer- wait that's me… how dare he say something about me?! I'm the writer, I can kill you now! And about the 'The story won't continue!' thought, I'll replace the main character with a villain, like Mori or Sinister Black.
Anyway, back to the topic. His eyes noticed a book, written by Arthur Mascarot. He stepped foots towards it, slowly coming near to it, like stealing a very precious diamond in a museum with a very heavy security.
He finally got near to it, his eyes were excited to finally read something, his brain was ready to see patterns that he couldn't minutes before.
He sat on the chair, relieved, relaxed, and calm. Ready to see information of this new world, where no one gave a damn about him.
With still ninety percent of its people being humorous and kind.
He grabbed the book, the book was very light-weight, like holding a pen. The book was short, and thin.
With the word 'Descendence From Hell' in a language he never knew existed, but he could still understand.
"Interesting…" he said the words, and I forbid you to spread the words far-and-wide.
He opened the book slowly, the air was thick, with tension and stress; with joy and happiness; with seriousness and calm.
He started reading it.
Those who are able to read this book. May never be able to rest ever soon. We will all die, in the same way, he'll want us to be. I shall end upon my sufferings, the truth I've found, was much worse. He'll devour us all. Live. Suffer. Die. And. Repeat.
This was never it, what we saw till now, between the hell and heaven, the land is now this place, far beyond its reach, is us.
There is no life, there is no joy.
He'll rise, and we'll remember, or may never be able to, it would flicker.
"You live in the memories, before you die, from memories, you'll either be never forgotten, or never given the chance to." ~Arthur Mascarot.
I shall threaten you all, find my message,, and end this race, may this loop never be able to loop again, those who suffered before us, before the new creation, tried to do it so.
If you're able to, go, there is nothing wrong with trying, either way, we'll die.
Fear will arise, darkness will gain power, and everything will be gone. Not forever, but for us, we fragile creatures.The ones after us, will do the same, if succeeded, will end this hell in the form of heaven. Find peace, or be depressed.
Nine will take over, the race will never be over. Be aware, of the nine, may you never be able to feel demise.
~Arthur Mascarot