Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 713, Section 81: The Villain's Monologue is Just the Last Words of a Disappointed Soul Left to the World
The Eclipse that Dick now rides is quite different from the "original form".

The solar eclipse of the past only summoned the illusion of a black sun, extinguishing all conceptual light that enveloped the land, and did not possess any other magical properties. It was a rudimentary form that opposed the morality of the sun.

Now, as Diakum's mastery of "incarnation as the sun" deepens and his exploration of his unique theological path becomes increasingly obscure, the path of shadow is opened up at an ever-increasing pace, along with the growth of light.

A solar eclipse now does more than just extinguish light.

It truly possesses all the qualities that the Void Lords longed for in the "Age of Eclipses".

It will engulf the light as it extinguishes it, and then pour even darker things into those extinguished bodies, turning them into "agents" in the eternal night of the eclipse, actively seeking out and extinguishing all sources of light.

And those beings extinguished in the eclipse will no longer simply "melt" into the eternal night.

The ashes that burned out reshaped their bodies, making them true "people of darkness," devoid of reason, soul, and emotion, possessing only blind, foolish instincts and the state of "being alive."

This is exactly the future that the Void Lords desire.

They are not demons that desire to destroy everything. During the eclipse, life will still exist, and life can even reproduce, perhaps even more "prosperous" than it is now.

But everything must be governed by the rules of the void.

The outcome of a Force War where one side wins will never be "destruction," but it will certainly be a more terrifying result than mere "destruction."

Diakum stood before Emperor Denathrius.

He maintained his eclipse form in the void, his hands clasped together on his abdomen, allowing the wide-sleeved robe woven from the void's entropy energy to hang gracefully. He closed his eyes, a black veil covering them, as if he couldn't bear to witness the tragedy in the eternal night of the eclipse, while the Void Eyes floating on his shoulders took over Dick's gaze.

In the flickering of those merciless pupils, Emperor Denathrius could feel waves of icy chill gathering.

His proud wisdom and will are being torn apart and dragged into the eclipse. The malevolent warner will first destroy His wisdom before allowing His body and spirit to die.

This is not the kind of vicious thing a Holy Light Walker should do.

Perhaps I really have angered him.

Before the Emperor, she shattered the blade and hilt, bidding farewell to the past in this decisive way, leaving her broken and dented magic sword, Remonia, hovering beside Diakum.

The Demon Sword Maiden personally carried out the execution of the Emperor, but she was not particularly happy.

Even less frenzied and insane than after drinking blood, she seemed to have transformed overnight from her past bloodthirsty chaos into a more mature form.

Therefore, one can't learn something from a person, but one can learn it from an example.

Only at this moment did Emperor Denathrius realize that he had indeed been outmaneuvered.

In the Shadowlands and even the six realms, there are only so many weapons that can easily destroy the vessels of the Eternals. In this world of death, there are even fewer blades that can so easily "break through the defenses (physical)" of Emperor Denathrius. Yet, the other side used an extremely outrageous method to make Denathrius personally hand over the deadly magic sword to them.

Sachiel's "offering of the magic sword" to himself was a deception from the very beginning, and Remonia's betrayal was just a minor part of that deception.

Diakum and his compatriots had already written their own endings before they even arrived in Revendres.

And he himself, who prided himself on being the wisest and most cunning mind in the Shadowlands, failed to detect any clues and simply jumped straight down.

"My son is among them, isn't he?"

Emperor Denathrius, kneeling in his own pool of blood, clutched his shattered heart and said in a hoarse voice:
"Renasol also participated in this betrayal of his own father, so decisively, so ruthlessly, so mercilessly."

"Doesn't this just prove that you're a good teacher?"

Sachir's voice came from behind.

The Sculptor donned the traditional robes of an Eredar spellcaster, and, leaning on a spellcasting scythe forged from the spine of the dreadlord Balnazzar, strode steadily through the eternal night of the eclipse.

The surrounding darkness eyed it menacingly, but several ever-changing Firstborn runes hovered around Sachiel, keeping the darkness at bay.

This method is clearly not perfect.

The runes are losing power over time, and they may soon shatter to the point where they can no longer protect the caster as they move forward in the eternal night.

But Sachir felt he should risk coming to bid farewell to his "collaborator".

It cooperated with Denathrius for over 20,000 years. Although they weren't necessarily friends, they at least shared a bond.

Funerals and such are basic courtesies.

"You, such a vicious and insane soul, are unexpectedly kind and affectionate towards your children. You know that Prince Renasol's potential and talent are not enough for him to become a leader like you, but you are still willing to give him a chance."

She even secretly instigated the prince's palace rebellion, in order to teach the still somewhat naive prince the survival rules of Wenshire through facts.

Unfortunately, you seem to have gone a bit too far, making your child so eager to learn from you and eventually surpass you.

But the problem is.
Even considering the decadent lifestyle of the Wensells, your actions are far too outrageous and extreme, Your Majesty.

Sachiel stood beside Emperor Denathrius, bent down, and reached out to wipe the blood from the emperor's face.

Denathius stared at it coldly, but Sachil remained unmoved, preparing the emperor's final remains like an embalmer.

it says:

“You were born by destiny, you are a link in the system of destiny, and your existence is to maintain this system which is full of loopholes. Even if you have opinions about it, you should not want to destroy everything in a frenzy.”

At the very least, an alternative solution should be devised before the destruction is completed.
Unfortunately, in the more than 20,000 years I've worked with you, I've come to realize that you don't seem to be a leader who enjoys designing alternative solutions.

It seems all you want is destruction.
Forgive my bluntness, but you, the eternal being born of death, are more like a demon than a demon.

So, before we, your servants, bid you farewell, could you grant us these insignificant desires?

Sachs asked:
“I already know that the eldest daughter, Grace, recognized the flaws in destiny and was powerless to change them, so she chose to give up. She buried her head in the sand and pretended that the hidden dangers did not exist; Zovar was a perfectionist whose ideals were shattered. He could not tolerate the terrible flaws in the order left by the Firstborn, and that anger turned into a blind impulse to change.”

I also know that the Lord of War is a schemer hiding in the shadows. He cruelly used Zovar's reckless actions to sacrifice his ancient brother as the spark to break the destiny. The Queen of Winter is not a great soul who is willing to change. She only has her own woodland and the cycle of life and death that she bears.

And what about you?

Where do your views on destiny and the changes in your mind beneath your physical body originate?
Most importantly, what kind of changes do you hope to bring to this Shadowlands? And where do you want yourself and your kingdom to go?
I'm curious.

I have worked with you for over 20,000 years, yet I still haven't found the answers to these questions.

"You talk too much!"

Emperor Thénarius said coldly:
"What obligation do I have... cough cough, why should I satisfy your curiosity?"

"because this."

With a gentle wave of his hand, Sachiel summoned the Demon Sword King's Sorrow, which had been thrown out during Remonia's assassination attempt. The sword leaped from the ground of Eternal Night, circled Sachiel several times like a swallow returning to its nest, and finally hovered beside him.

The sculptor said in a gentle tone:
"You have bound your immortal soul to the magic sword I offered. It is your casket of life, your eternal sanctuary, your endless prison, and your small room of atonement for your confession."

but me
Your Majesty, I am your warden and priest. Considering that you will be under my supervision for countless eternities, I advise you, out of humanitarian considerations, not to anger me!

"Go ahead."

The somber Shasyaar language carried an urging tone.

Diakum, whose eyes were veiled in black, was clearly also very interested in this. He was trying to dispel the eternal night of the eclipse, and Emperor Denathrius felt cold in the midst of that bleak and merciless eclipse.

A chilling cold in the heart, body, and spirit.

He realized that he had truly failed this time, and that he would most likely never be able to escape this deadly prison in his lifetime.

It's not that he can't accept defeat.

how to say?

I'm just a little unwilling to accept it!
He had already successfully destroyed the core of Schicksal with the help of Diakum's arrival, and he only needed to wait a few more years to join forces with Zovar to overthrow everything.

Why at this particular time?
"Fine, if you really want to know the initial transformation of a loser so that you can casually offer a few sharp comments from a victor's perspective when discussing this matter later, then I'll satisfy your pathetic curiosity."

Emperor Thásius sighed.

As the eclipse gradually faded, He said:
“I was designed and made into a cold machine. I am to guide the sinful souls of the material world onto the path of atonement, help them realize the mistakes they have made, and make them yearn for atonement from the bottom of their hearts, thereby generating anima to provide the foundation for the destiny of the Shadowlands.”

But I got bored quickly.

The speed at which I began to resist my responsibilities was faster than you can imagine.

When I came into contact with too many foolish souls, I realized that the Firstborn were a bunch of idiots who only knew how to make assumptions!
I realized that they were not omniscient or omnipotent, because they could not even imagine how foolish a stubborn, sinful soul could be!
Do you really think that all sinners will instantly repent and yearn for redemption upon arriving in Revendreth?

Do not!
Of those guilty men, eleven out of ten will do everything in their power and rack their brains to exonerate themselves and find loopholes in the Revendres Law to cover up their sins.

Atonement?

Haha, souls that can voluntarily atone for their sins will never be sent to Revendreth.

This place is the dumping ground for the Shadowlands and even the entire material world.

Only the most wicked, outrageous, stubborn, and incorrigible souls will fall into my hands, and I will make them willingly embark on the path of atonement.

Is this really a miracle that can be accomplished with just a few words from the First One?
Although they are the Creators, they overestimate themselves a bit. Unfortunately, as a soul with some wisdom, I naturally have a bit of a "dislike of stupidity".

I quickly lost interest in arguing with those sinners, who even gloated when they refuted me.
So I realized that words alone couldn't make them reflect on their past. A group of scoundrels who willingly turned to crime—to expect them to suddenly have a change of heart? Ha, even in hell, that's a hellish joke.

Denathius sneered, looking out over Revendres from the top of Nathria Castle, and said:
"I quickly abandoned gentle persuasion and guidance and turned to punishment and torture."

I created the spell of sin, using the Sin Tablet to imprint the sins of those souls, making them confess to the sins they have committed. I want them to carry their own Sin Tablets and walk barefoot across the land of Revendreth.

I don't care at all whether those guys realize their mistakes or not!
I only want them to suffer, I only want them to be tormented!
I will only consider them to have begun to repent when they are so weak that they weep and kneel before the punishers, begging for a quick death. But guess what?

The Emperor of Forgiveness laughed heartily, even ignoring the pain of his wounds and his own "decay" as he returned to his eternal form.

He seemed to be mocking something that had long since left.

He laughed loudly as the eclipse drew to a close and said:
"When I am no longer weak, when I become cruel and ruthless, when the screams of sinful souls echo throughout Revendreth, the mission I was given actually proceeds smoothly."

From the first time I tried to torture sinners with pain, an endless stream of anima burst forth from my interrogation, and through the anima I gave, the entire Shadowlands came to life. I realized that this was the way I was to fulfill my duty!

I realized that this was the role the First Ones wanted me to play.

If they are all-knowing and all-powerful, then they already knew I would undergo this change, and the 'tyrannical king' you are seeing now is the original purpose of the Firstborn's plan.

My current state is all part of their plan.

But if they are not omniscient and omnipotent.
What right do they have to set up such a flawed destiny for the Shadowlands and the Eternals?

If they are not qualified, then after I realized the flaws and imperfections of destiny, shouldn't it be only natural that I try to destroy this destiny that binds everyone with my own hands?

Emperor Denathus looked at Diakum with a cold smile, a hint of provocation in his eyes, and said:
“Warrior, I know all that you have done in the material world, you know that? One of the reasons I had Sachel invite you here is to discuss with you how we should deal with those sinful souls.”

You've tried many villains; you're a professional in that area.

Then please tell me, if you were the one who forgives sins, would you make the same choice as me?

Would you carve a monument to sin and inflict pain to force them to confess and submit to the law? Or would you just stand by and watch those self-proclaimed clever fools manipulate the law and find loopholes to exonerate themselves?

Which is more important: achieving a pardon or ensuring procedural justice?

The Emperor awaited Diakum's answer. Amidst the silence of the Watchers, He chuckled, then turned to the one who had betrayed him and asked:
“Sachil, you seem like a smart man. So please tell me, if your ‘great duty’ is to be the most terrible villain.”

If you've tried to rebel but found yourself firmly bound by shackles, if one day you suddenly discover that the Creator who set your destiny has left a loophole.

If you were in my position, caught between a rock and a hard place, what choice would you make?

Sachir also remained silent.

The Emperor sneered again, raising his head as the cold, fading mechanical body began to shut down.

He saw a bright sun rise from the shadows of the receding eclipse, dispelling the endless night and allowing its light to shine through Diakum's tall body, now back under the blazing sun, upon Him.

He closed his eyes and said gently:
"I have no problem with destiny; I just hate everyone equally."

When I discovered that the only way I could interact with this world was by inflicting pain on my soul, I had already given up all expectations.

If I were a fool, I would gladly accept this.

Unfortunately
I'm not.

I am wise enough to realize that the First Ones have placed me in the position of a 'consumable' who is destined to perish.

Even without you, in the future, others will shout the name of justice to condemn me for the suffering I have inflicted on those sinners. Then, the next "I" will be pushed onto the throne of the forgiver, starting a new cycle of tragedy.

That was the fate that was predetermined for me and my children at birth. You ask me why I was so kind to Renasol? This is the reason.

My son will become a tragedy.

Same as me.

I have nothing to say about this, I can only wish the next 'pardoner' a safe journey.

If you've satisfied your curiosity, then leave. Leave me here alone, let me die in silence.

(End of this chapter)