God’s cries are our cries. Our cries.
The fire burning in the depths of our hearts billows from our mouths and sets the world aflame.
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“Ahhhh! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
Lady Kuroi’s voice echoes about. What should be a sound emitted from a single person’s mouth doesn’t seem like it at all—an echo should not be possible here, and yet her voice overlaps upon itself endlessly.
“AHHHH! AHHHHHHHHHHH!”
Like a child’s cries, it twists my heart. Like a boy’s shouts, it makes my fists tighten. Like a lady’s wails, it leads my heart astray. And like a beast’s howls, it unnerves me. Her voice paralyzes my mind and body, making me forget who I even am. This voice could even be my own, for it contains everything that is Felipo Valkie Millennium, yet it cries louder than I ever could.
“AHHHHHHHHHH...!”
Oh... this voice. This voice! It moves the heavens and shakes the earth. It is a thundering roar, unleashing the emotions of every human upon the world’s ears.
“God...” Sira says in a hushed voice. Even she didn’t manage to escape unscathed despite the spectral protection of her father. A lone tear trails down her dusty face. “God is here... He’s inside Lady Kuroi, just like He used to do.”
Her words ring true; no matter how absurd they might be, those who truly believe will see the truth. Her words simply trace the outline of the miracle.
Once again, God has descended upon our mortal world.
Hark, people! Pay your respects! The Apostle is the vessel for His return, and through her, He shall wield His mighty power. Lady Kuroi’s body is but that of a little girl’s, but oh, this overflowing godly force! It’s amazing... Even a demon seems tiny in comparison.
“God... God is so kind.”
Yes. Oh, yes, how true that is. God’s heart is the sunlight that illuminates the works of man; an enveloping warmth. Like an affectionate mother holding her beloved daughter, He cradles Ange’s hands. How can we ever express our gratitude for that love and grief?
“So why... Why did He become a god of battle?”
Indeed, war does seem to be a part of our God’s ministry. The fierce flames that consumed the demons are proof of this. With fire, He smites our enemies. At the root of His warrior nature is a great rage: First, there was sadness at the woes of man, then resentment, until finally the levee broke.
“Fighting is all about hurting. It must be hard for one so kind.”
Hmm... Probably. Perhaps she has a point. Affection from those that have never experienced pain is merely superficial, and the rage of those who have never experienced hardship can sometimes be shallow. Only pitiful sentiments lie beneath the veneer of fake sympathy.
“Why is He fighting?”
And yet our God, a sensitive being, is...
“Why is He pushing himself so hard for all of us?”
I see... Ah, yes, I understand.
Truly, a divine duty. We aren’t worthy of His grace, yet God intends to accept every human indignation unto Himself. In other words, Lady Kuroi’s existence is an embodiment of His divine will. And thus... Yes, here they come, rising silently from her feet. Even in death, her black steed continues its unending ride. Then there are her reddish-black knights and soldiers who, appearing like an entourage, fight beyond the horizon of death. One after another they rise, forming an army. In their flaming eyes are tears. Perhaps they are red with blood? Or is it the fire melting something within them? Either way, it shows their fury.
“Ahhh... Ahhhh!”
Lady Kuroi’s scream resounds throughout the world, for the sake of the living as well as the dead... Her emotions, as well as God’s emotions, burn hot. Her army, too, burns with a red intensity and keeps increasing in number. Wait... Is that... Father? And if the king is here, then... Yes, I see my brother, too. He was the prince, after all. Next to him is Jashan’s little brother and father. So even in death, the family stays together, huh? Those around them in regal battle formation must be their personal guards.
Moreover, there’s this presence—this pure, awe-inspiring aura. Its size, pressure, and heat are expanding exponentially. The scale of this existence completely blows every other summon she’s done out of the water.
The holy book states that a special power resides within Apostles that allows their wishes to be fulfilled... In other words, summoning magic. Golden once stated that summoning magic is a representation of the user’s worldview. The first thing Lady Kuroi sought was weapons—enough to cut through the oncoming tidal wave of monsters that attacked the Frontier. Then, during the battle with Golden, she wished for an army—so that she might drive back our terrible foe in one fell swoop.
Now, with the demons bearing down upon us, what is it you seek to summon with the power of God?