The Legendary Little Movie 3/5

"All beautiful life fears death, and all beautiful things will leave me..."

"I thought I could at least have friends, and talk to it..."

"Samael, why are you leaving too..."

"Did I do something wrong again...?"

A dark, deathly fog swept through the air. The goddess, crouching in front of the monument amidst the flowers, held Snake Molt in her arms, her head buried deep in her chest, murmuring softly. A single, glistening tear fell with the wind.

Samael stared at the dimming and dissipating ball of light before him, his heart clenching involuntarily. He instinctively raised his tail, wanting to catch the falling, glistening teardrops.

Before they could even touch, the teardrops turned into dust and dissipated into nothingness.

"Here you go! I'll return the IOU!"

Just as the ancient serpent was lost in thought, it snorted angrily in his ear, and another scene appeared in Samael's vertical pupils as he turned his head.

The goddess, her pretty face taut, buried the Clay Tablet inscribed with "I owe a sea of flowers" in front of the grave mound, seemingly quite relieved.

After a long pause, Ereshkigal gently bit her lower lip and whispered in a seemingly relaxed manner.

"Actually, flowers don't bloom in the underworld, so I don't care for such things."

"Look, you don't owe any debts anymore..."

As the light patterns gradually dimmed, Ereshkigal's voice grew softer and softer, and Samael noticed that her delicate shoulders seemed to be trembling slightly.

"Samael, the Heavenly Spear Cage has been renovated."

"I have granted your request to loosen restrictions and give those ghosts some freedom."

"I didn't leave anything out of the agreement!"

"Don't believe me? Humph! I'm not like you, breaking my promise. Go see for yourself!"

The sphere of light shattered, marking another moment in the record. The Underworld Goddess, who had completed the reconstruction of the Spear Cage, buried the promise she had made to one side.

Immediately, the goddess clapped her hands, muttered a condemnation, and looked at him with disdain.

"Samael, these flowers are back to you!"

In the scene, the goddess holds a broken cluster of Crystal Flower in her hand. As she ponders, she turns back to look at the scattered flowerbeds behind her, her eyes filled with deep reluctance.

After hesitating for a moment, Ereshkigal placed a few Crystal Flower in front of the grave.

"Well, let's pay them back one at a time..."

"Samael, I finished two thousand Spear Cage in one day, and I even made yours..."

"Samael, I'm going to dig Uruk tomorrow..."

"But even you have to flee from the underworld, so how could humans, even their souls, possibly like this place?"

"I don't know if we should continue digging. Could you come back and tell me...?"

The scenes shifted, with each appearance and each whispered murmur, and Ereshkigal's tone softened continuously.

The goddess's eyes no longer held their former luster, and even the "decision that Ereshkigal made for the first time by will" had lost its stubbornness.

When all the shells of strength and pride are stripped away, all that remains is that lonely figure, who spends countless nights huddled before the tombstone, knees drawn up to his chest.

"Hey, Samael, actually, flowers are dead, the Holy Grail is dead, and the human soul is dead..."

"I... I can give up everything..."

"I just wish someone could talk to me, someone could make me laugh, someone could make me cry, so I wouldn't have to face the darkness and loneliness of the underworld alone..."

"I... I want you to come back and be with me..."

A low murmur escaped from Ereshkigal's lips. After a long silence, her fair fingers gently placed the engraved crystal into the grave mound.

As the light and shadow shattered, the anticipation and longing in those Ruby eyes gradually dimmed and eventually went out.

Within the secluded valley, a fierce wind blew, and all the light and dust, bubbles and shadows, vanished one after another.

In the center of the bald patch where the Crystal Flower had been plucked, the goddess, filled with shame and indignation, buried her head in her hands, squatted on the ground, and hid her head inside her red and black cloak.

Ugh! How embarrassing! We should have blown these things up beforehand!

Samael is definitely waiting outside to laugh at me! He must think I'm some strange goddess!

Wait, I broke the Crystal Flower and threw away the Clay Tablet. I didn't cherish it at all. Will he be angry with me?

He went to great lengths to bring the flower seeds, but I let him down. What if he hates me and leaves again?

Ereshkigal was in a state of turmoil, caught between anxiety and uncertainty. Her inherent pessimism caused this goddess to overthink and gradually become fearful and uneasy.

No! I didn't do any of that on purpose!

The goddess suppressed her shame and indignation, her beautiful head peeking out from under her cloak, just about to speak and explain.

Unexpectedly, she was embraced in a broad and warm embrace, and a gentle murmur echoed in her ears.

"I'm here, I've always been here..."

"And in the future, I will bring you more and more beautiful things..."

Ereshkigal's heart felt as if it were enveloped in honey, an indescribable sweetness filling her. Her delicate body stiffened for a moment, then softened, and her arms instinctively stretched out to hug her belongings tightly.

In the gentle breeze, their heads and necks intertwined, as if they had become one.

At this moment, Samael's intimacy was not tainted by lust or evil thoughts; it was simply two lonely souls drawing closer to each other and finding warmth in one another.

The snake's vertical pupils gazed at the gloomy, desolate gray mist, and a deeper feeling welled up in its eyes, its heart overflowing with guilt.

Samael now finally understands why Ereshkigal was so overjoyed after his return.

After developing a relationship with Ishtar, the owner went from one extreme to another.

Because if she had never seen the light, she might have been able to endure the darkness.

Ironically, his appearance brought a glimmer of warmth to Ereshkigal, illuminating her dark life underground.

However, after the goddess had savored the beauty of this companionship, his sudden departure extinguished that beauty, plunging her back into darkness and forcing her to endure loneliness.

Furthermore, his so-called "stepping onto the ground to search for flower seeds for her" was just one of many purposes.

How cruel, how selfish.

So I promise I won't let you be lonely anymore.

Samael secretly vowed to hold Ereshkigal in his arms even tighter.

After a long while, feeling somewhat embarrassed, Ereshkigal broke free from the ancient snake's embrace, turned her back to Samael, and after adjusting her clothes several times, finally turned around.

Then, that fleeting gaze bypassed the ancient snake and looked into the distance.

"Stop being so cutesy. We have important things to do. If we really want to protect Mesopotamia, we have to work harder!"

Hearing Samael's arrogant statement, which refused to acknowledge his earlier embarrassment, Samael smiled slightly and did not point it out.

Then, the ancient serpent bent down with interest, preparing to pick up a few rune crystals with close-up shots of Ereshkigal's face from the ground and take them back as treasures.

However, in an instant, the earthquake trembled and the soil cracked, and all these precious images were swallowed up.

"Don't think about it! Forget it all!"

Behind him, a goddess, holding a gun barrel and stomping her right foot forward, stood with one hand on her hip, exuding an imposing aura.

"No! It flashed too fast! Let me see it one more time! Just one more time!"

Samael looked at his treasures, now completely destroyed, with a mournful expression.

Immediately, the reluctant humanoid pet was dragged out of the desolate valley by the goddess, who grabbed it by the collar.