At the demon's whisper, it began to move, struggling to swallow something.
Then came endless torment.
"This Blessing Plaza will be your home from now on. Look, that's the stone statue he carved himself. It looks like you. You'll like it."
After that, people came every day to take its flesh and drink its blood. They wanted blessings, status, and power.
It gave them all of those, but it wanted to give him its strongest power. So every day, it poured its power into the statue, hoping it would see that person again someday.
Over time, the people discovered that their bodies were still rotting. They could not maintain normal human forms at all, nothing like the powerful Calamities they knew of.
So they frantically created Pollution, fed it, cut it apart, and devoured it, without end, until one day, someone who could no longer bear his own hideous appearance smashed the statue.
He hurled a mirror at it.
"You're not the Calamity Master at all. You don't have great power. You can't give us complete blessings. Look at yourself. Doesn't that look familiar?
"Of course it does. You devoured him, so naturally you'd turn into him. What are you smiling at? Do you think he's good-looking?"
The man broke down and smashed the mirror. Its surface, fractured into a spiderweb of cracks, lay among the shattered pieces of the statue, reflecting Little Boy's bewildered expression and the man's twisted, ugly face.
The man found the thing they called the Calamity Master utterly ridiculous. It possessed such great power, yet it could not even protect someone important to it, and its mind was even more innocent than a child's.
"You still don't know, do you? He never wanted to die. Blue Sea didn't want to be eaten by you. He