Igula and Harvey, who were they?
Run. Run without end.
Because he had trudged through the void for too long, he was almost becoming part of it himself. Without his memories, he could not even tell who he was.
There was no color in the void dimension. Everything was made of lines. There was no past here, no future, no eternity, no instant. Even sorrow could find no place to exist here. There was only meaningless immortality, like an eternal tomb hidden beneath a glacier.
"Death Frenzy, Death Frenzy, my dear Death Frenzy, my pitiful Death Frenzy!" Nether Devil's first sentence was anger, her second despair, her third filled with love, her fourth brimming with sighs. Every word she spoke erupted with a different emotion. "You saved them. Happy now? But it's over. Everything is over!"
He was used to it. Nether Devil was a pressure monster. The moment anything went wrong, she started going mad, and even when things went smoothly, she still could not help releasing Negative Energy. She was a bottomless swamp. No one could save her. Anyone who approached her would sink into despair, until despair drowned them.
"Everyone's going to die, everyone's going to die, la la la~" Black Devil sang happily, the voices of the Seventeen-Part Sonata so awful they made people want to pierce their own eardrums. "If you're happy and you know it, clap~ your~ hands~, if you're happy and you know it, nod~ your~ head~, if you're happy and you know it, then we'll all~ go~ together! Go together!"
"Yay, let's all die together. No one can be happy... As long as everyone dies, then no one will be happier than us, right? Right, right, right?"
Although Black Devil looked insane, she was actually quite easy to manipulate. She was not