As I stood in front of Serafall, I couldn't help but notice how much worse she looked since the last time I saw her. Her once vibrant and lively eyes were now dull and lifeless, completely blind to the world around her. Her skin, which used to glow with vitality, was now pale and ashen, covered in dark blotches that hinted at the severity of her condition. Her hair, once a brilliant cascade of color, hung limp and lifeless around her gaunt face. She was a shadow of her former self, a powerful being reduced to a state of fragility and suffering.

Me:Hello there, Serafall

I said, my voice cutting through the heavy silence.

She turned her head slightly, a look of stunned recognition crossing her features.

Serafall:K...ou...sei? Is that you?

she asked, her voice trembling with a mixture of disbelief and hope.

"Yup," I replied, settling into a chair opposite her. I watched her closely, noting the way she seemed to struggle with every breath, the way her hands shook as she reached out towards me.

Serafall's condition was pitiable, and a part of me couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for her. She wasn't supposed to be in this position. The curse was meant to inflict suffering on the family Sona loved the most, and unfortunately, that meant Serafall. Despite everything, a part of me felt bad for her.

"Kousei," she began, her voice breaking.

Serafall:I... I'm sorry for everything that happened. Please, if there's any way you can help me, I beg you...

Tears streamed down her face, her body racked with sobs. It was a pitiful sight, one that stirred a complicated mix of emotions within me. I sighed, reaching out with my power to restore her vision, if only temporarily. I wanted her to see me, to understand the depths of my suffering and rage.

As her vision cleared, she looked at me with wide, tear-filled eyes.

Serafall;Kousei... thank you

she whispered, her voice choked with emotion.

But my expression remained cold.

Me:Serafall, do you know why you're suffering?

I asked, my tone hard.

She shook her head, her eyes full of confusion and fear.

Serafall;I don't understand...

I leaned forward, my gaze intense.

Me:It's because of your sister. The curse was meant to punish her, to make her suffer through the ones she loves the most. And unfortunately, that means you."

Her face crumpled, and she let out a wail of despair.

Me:No... Sona... why?

she sobbed, her body trembling uncontrollably.

I continued, my voice low and merciless.

Me:Serafall, I was trapped in the void for over a thousand years. Do you know what that does to a person? The hatred, the anger... it consumes you. And I want you to feel a fraction of what I felt.

I reached out and touched her forehead, instilling all the emotions I had felt in the void into her. The overwhelming despair, the unending rage, the suffocating isolation. She gasped, her eyes widening in horror as the emotions washed over her.

Serafall:No... please... stop...

she begged, her voice barely a whisper. But I didn't stop. I wanted her to understand, to truly comprehend the depths of my suffering.

Serafall broke down completely, her sobs echoing through the room.

Serafall:I'm sorry... I'm so sorry...

she kept repeating, her voice hoarse and broken.

I watched her for a moment, feeling a strange mix of satisfaction and pity.

Me:Serafall, this is just the beginning. Your suffering is only a fraction of what I endured. But remember, this isn't about you. This is about Sona. She caused this, and now she must live with the consequences.

Serafall looked up at me, her eyes red and swollen from crying.

Serafall:Please, Kousei... if there's any part of you that can forgive... please show mercy

she pleaded.

I shook my head slowly.

Me:Mercy is a luxury I can no longer afford. Your sister made her choices, and now she must pay the price.

With that, I stood up and walked away, leaving Serafall to her torment. As I left the room, her anguished cries echoed in my ears, a reminder of the path I had chosen and the price of vengeance.

Floating high above the world, I whispered, "REVEAL," invoking my power to see the threads of fate I had woven around those who had wronged me. The results were more devastating than even I had anticipated.

First, I turned my gaze to the teachers who had played their part in my torment. Each had met a grim end. The headmaster, once a figure of authority and disdain, had succumbed to despair, ending his life in the very office where he had handed down his cruel punishments. His family found him, and their cries of anguish reverberated through the halls, leaving a stain of sorrow on the school. The math teacher, who had taken delight in humiliating me in front of the class, had thrown herself from a bridge, unable to live with the guilt that gnawed at her soul. Her body was found by the riverside, her once stern face now twisted in eternal regret. The gym teacher, a man who had enjoyed pushing me beyond my physical limits, had swallowed a bottle of pills, his last moments spent in a haze of self-loathing. Their deaths sent shockwaves through the school, leaving a void of despair and confusion.

I then focused on Matsuda and Motohama, their lives spiraling further into chaos. Matsuda, once the loud, brash pervert, had been reduced to a shell of his former self. His family had disowned him, casting him out onto the streets. Homeless and penniless, he wandered aimlessly, begging for scraps of food. His body was gaunt, his eyes hollow. The bullying he had inflicted on others now returned tenfold, as even the dregs of society looked down on him with contempt. He was a living ghost, shuffling through alleys and backstreets, his mind shattered by the weight of his sins.

Motohama, the bespectacled voyeur, had fared no better. His family, too, had cast him out, their shame too great to bear. He had taken to petty crime, stealing to survive. But each theft only brought him more pain, as the curses I had placed on him amplified his suffering. His fingers were broken by shopkeepers, his face bloodied by those he tried to rob. He spent nights in jail cells, beaten and bruised, his spirit crushed. The glasses that had once been his pride were now shattered, leaving him nearly blind as he stumbled through his wretched existence.

Muryama and Katase, the girls who had been so eager to join in the bullying, were not spared either. Muryama had turned to drugs in a desperate attempt to escape her reality. Her once beautiful face was now gaunt and hollow, her eyes sunken and lifeless. She sold her body to feed her addiction, each transaction leaving her feeling more empty and degraded. The men who paid her treated her like the trash she had made me feel like, their cruelty a mirror of her own. She lived in squalor, her days a blur of pain and despair.

Katase, the other girl who had tormented me, had tried to rebuild her life after being expelled from school. But the curse I had placed on her ensured she found no peace. She was fired from every job she took, her employers finding reasons to dismiss her no matter how hard she worked. Her relationships crumbled, friends and lovers abandoning her as the curse twisted their perceptions of her. She was left alone, isolated and desperate, her mind unraveling as the weight of her actions bore down on her.

In the depths of their suffering, they could sense something was horribly wrong, but they couldn't grasp the full extent of their torment. They were caught in an unending spiral of misery, their lives unraveling piece by piece, their hopes crushed under the weight of their guilt and regret.

The curse I had placed on the teachers who died wasn't meant to end with their deaths. I had woven a secondary curse into their very essence, ensuring that their torment would continue even beyond the grave. As I floated in the sky, I felt the activation of the curse ripple through the threads of fate, and a sinister smile spread across my face.

In the afterlife, the souls of the teachers who had tormented me found no peace. Instead, they were thrust into a twisted realm of eternal suffering, a nightmarish dimension created by my curse. This place was a distorted mirror of their worst fears and regrets, amplified to an unbearable degree.

Mr. Takahashi, the one who had turned a blind eye to the bullying, now found himself in a labyrinth of endless hallways, each door leading to a classroom filled with students in pain and distress, all pleading for his help. No matter how hard he tried, he could never reach them in time, their cries echoing endlessly in his ears.

Mrs. Yamamoto, who had joined in mocking me, was trapped in a nightmarish classroom where she was the one being ridiculed and tormented. The desks and walls were covered in vile graffiti about her, and ghostly figures of her former students sneered and jeered at her, their laughter a constant, maddening drone.

Mr. Sato, who had actively participated in my suffering, was caught in an endless cycle of reliving the moments of his greatest cruelty, but this time from my perspective. He felt every punch, every kick, every word of abuse he had ever inflicted, over and over again. The pain was excruciating and never-ending.

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I sat down amidst the corpses of the fallen angels, their lifeless bodies scattered around me like broken dolls. The ground was soaked with their blood, and the air was thick with the stench of death. I barely registered the carnage; these creatures were nothing more than a nuisance, an annoying race that needed to be eradicated.

As I rested, a group of fallen angels hovered in the air before me, their holy spears gleaming ominously in the dim light. Their faces were twisted with rage and hatred, and they shouted at me, their voices a cacophony of fury.

"YOU MONSTER!"

"HOW COULD YOU DO THIS?"

"YOU'LL PAY FOR THIS!"

I smirked, my gaze cold and unyielding.

Me:You slaughtered, cheated, and raped humans. You didn't see yourselves as monsters, but now that a similar fate befalls you, you deem your opponents as monsters. Call me what you want; you'll all still die.

My arms began to glow with a silver-blue energy, morphing and expanding into gigantic appendages. I could feel the raw power of my Transcendent Soul abilities coursing through me, ready to be unleashed. I stood up, the ground trembling beneath my feet as I prepared to end this confrontation.

The fallen angels, emboldened by their numbers, charged at me with their spears aimed to kill. They moved with deadly precision, their weapons slicing through the air with a high-pitched whistle. But they were no match for the power I wielded.

With a single swing of my massive energy arms, I sent a shockwave rippling through the air, knocking several of them out of the sky. They screamed as they were flung backward, crashing into the ground with bone-shattering force.

One of the fallen angels, a particularly bold one, lunged at me with his spear aimed at my heart. I caught the spear in my hand, the energy around me crackling as I snapped the weapon in two. The fallen angel's eyes widened in fear, but before he could react, I plunged my fist into his chest, ripping out his heart. He fell to the ground, his body convulsing as life left him.

Another group of fallen angels attacked from above, their spears raining down like a deadly hailstorm. I raised my arms, creating a barrier of silver-blue energy that deflected their attacks effortlessly. The spears disintegrated upon contact with the barrier, and I released a pulse of energy that sent the fallen angels spiraling out of control.

I leaped into the air, my energy arms extending to grab two of the fallen angels by their throats. I slammed them into the ground with such force that the earth cracked beneath them. They writhed in pain, their wings shattered and useless.

Me:You think you can challenge me?

I sneered, my voice dripping with contempt.

Me:you are nothing but insects beneath my feet.

A third fallen angel, desperate and driven by a suicidal rage, charged at me with a scream. I sidestepped his attack, grabbing him by the wings and tearing them off with a sickening rip. He screamed in agony, blood pouring from the stumps where his wings used to be.

I tossed him aside, turning my attention to the remaining fallen angels. They hesitated, fear evident in their eyes as they realized the futility of their situation. But I was not in the mood for mercy.

With a roar, I unleashed a torrent of silver-blue energy from my hands, the beams cutting through the fallen angels like a hot knife through butter. Their bodies disintegrated in the blinding light, leaving nothing but ash in their wake.

The few that remained tried to flee, their wings flapping frantically as they attempted to escape. But I was faster. I moved with blinding speed, my energy arms extending to catch them mid-flight. I crushed them in my grasp, their bodies breaking like fragile glass.

In a matter of minutes, the battlefield was silent. The fallen angels lay dead around me, their bodies broken and charred. I stood amidst the carnage, my silver-blue energy fading as I surveyed the aftermath.

"Pathetic," I muttered, shaking my head.

Me:They never stood a chance.

I turned to Ophis, who had been watching the entire spectacle with an unreadable expression. She floated down to my side, her eyes fixed on the destruction I had wrought.

Ophis:Why do you always go to such lengths?

She asked, her voice soft but curious.

I shrugged, a smirk playing on my lips.

Me:Because it's necessary. They need to understand the consequences of their actions. They need to know true suffering.

Ophis nodded slowly, her gaze lingering on the fallen angels' corpses.

Ophis:Just remember, Kousei, that even the strongest of us can lose ourselves in the darkness.

I laughed, the sound echoing through the now-quiet battlefield.

Me:Oh, I know, Ophis. But I'm not worried. This is who I am, and this is what I do.

With that, I turned and walked away, the weight of my power and vengeance heavy on my shoulders. The world would continue to tremble before me, and those who had wronged me would continue to pay. This was only the beginning.