☨.S U N Y A . ☨ [ - BLACK WORLD EVENT - ]

☠-THE HEART OF THE DEMON GOD AWAITS YOU: STEP INTO HER EYES-☠

I... Will Intervene.... Slow footsteps…

Just as a being of darkness descended into the deepest pit of Hell, so far away, so his Father began to move. However, it was not his true progenitor. This man was as real as the real article, however, as neither of them were the one who had given Sunshine the seed that would fertilize the spirit that would result in the Archbishop….

This man was called Okiri. But to those who he believed truly knew him, he was 'The Truth '. The Truth, which maintained all of the 'forces' within his realm. This divine being, for he was well aware of the nature of The Black World, nevertheless realized just as his predecessor had that this was a time when he was needed. In that case, The Truth had been destroyed, annihilated. This Truth understood well, for it was writ, that this was the place for him to be, the place for him to go. Noiselessly, he caused himself to appear within the deep space of Demon World, his body walking among the terrified faces of the adherents of Khalaism….

He could understand their pain, perfectly, for he had seen it. He could understand their fear, perfectly, because he had felt it. He could feel it, he could see it, simultaneously, from the same viewpoint as all those who walked among him. He was Omnipresent, and he was Divine. He was Light, and yet he was Not. He simply Was. That was what his Divinity meant. And he also knew one other thing; it had meant that he had truly failed. The memories that were contained within his mind… he knew perfectly well that these were not truly his own. He knew perfectly well that they were not real, not a single one of them. Not a single fact of their existence was 'The Truth'. They were lies. They were all lies.

And this was known to him, The Truth.

So… the silent male had decided on what must be done. Having examined each location in finite detail, he had selected the one place that he decided that he had no choice but to be present in. Unlike the true Truth, this Fake Truth could not know what was going to happen. Its knowledge as perfect, and yet imperfect, due to its nature as a spawn of the Dark World.

He appeared as a normal man, and yet to the woman raging in the distance of this sacred nation, he would be clear as day. One part of her would recognize him as her greatest failure. After all, had she not been captured, had she been victorious, he would not be in his current position. The Soul Society of their own would not have been… lost the way it had. The Truth knew that the entirety of their existence had been created, had been fabricated, had come into existence all at once, and that not a single one of them really 'existed'. And yet… The Truth did not know his own feelings on the matter. His concept of feeling, of sensory, of intelligence… those things, according to his knowledge, had faded long ago in a time that had never truly existed, but which he remembered clearly. It was peculiar, he thought.

Presently, his mind came back to the scene before him. He was walking silently towards a field of devastation, the silence was approaching as intense as the one which trailed gently around him. Deep within the caverns, he heard the pain, the suffering, and in response he rose up a single hand. Gripping down, with all of its force, the silence was resumed once more. The Truth had silenced them, temporarily dulling their very feeling of existence, replacing it with only pacifism. This was the first sign of his presence. The second was the light..

The gentle light, which emanated from across his being. His appearance was that of the man known as Iriko Crow, and yet he was unmistakably different. His hair was clear from his eyes, brought back in a small pony tail on the back of his head. His robes, normally such a dark blue, were white and glowing, very simplistic, though as revealing of his chest as his 'Normal' counterpart. In his eyes, there was the lack of that fire, that anger, that emotion, that hesitation. It was replaced with a solid white, as if blind, and yet those were the eyes that The Truth maintained. No other garment was present on his body, except for a small red string, attached to a small bubble blower on his hip. Other than this single personal affect and his white robe, he was completely bare. And yet he shone, as if he were an angel, as he continued to march silently towards the source of this pain and suffering…

He could feel the earthquaking, the shaking as a being entered into this world. The Truth knew. It knew what was happening. And it was disturbed, in a manner that it had not been, according to its memories, since it had made that decision to pursue this goal. Slowly, his arms raised on either side as he felt the very dimension being changed, his eyes opening wide as a pair of wings slowly unfolded from his back, ethereal in their appearance as a white expanse began to pulsate outwards from his body. The earth around him began to calm, the Demon World beginning to fall to rest once more as this passive wave gently coursed in every direction, finally creating the Artificial Status that The Truth had sought to impose, in order to halt the unforgivable distortion of life and death.

So, as that Primal Nature reached out, it was met with a wall of pure light. This light did not harm that nature, merely stopping it, halting its influence as if caged. And he knew. He knew her thoughts. He could feel them being thought. Was that not what the Captain Commander preached? With some curiosity, he noted the actions of himself within this moment… as time around him ground to halt. Without much thought, he 'acquired' the knowledge of his actions in this plane. He noted the relationship that he maintained with this dimension's Demon Goddess. He noted their unique bond. It was similar to how The Truth could remember his relationship with the Khala of his realm.

At last, his footsteps came at last to a stop. To have followed the trail he had been making would be difficult for most other beings to comprehend, much less enact upon. He had been moving throughout the 'space' itself, re-imagining himself within the different forces that constructed this great hole, before having finally appeared before the demon Goddess, his eyes looking down at her as a memory came back to his mind, a memory of a thought that his other self had once had. She's like a scared child…

His right hand slowly extended, creating no disturbance in the air around them. In deed, without using her actual eyes, she would be unable to tell he was there at all due to his existence joining place with the forces all around him. The hand reached out, before at last he broke the façade as his right hand met with her shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. Waves of pity, of sadness, of rage, of pain… all of these emotions bled throughout the being known as The Truth. However, unlike the Demon God and Goddess… they did not affect him in any way. He could see them. He could feel them. However, he could not be affected by them. Whereas Deveta had been overwhelmed by those emotions, the Truth had accepted them. And that was what had made him The Truth. That was why he carried the Index Librorom Prohibitorum.

His hand remained on her shoulder as he looked down at her, adopting the features of pity into his eyes. If there were ever a more pitiable, tragic creature, The Truth had not known it. His lips gently parted, allowing for the concept of words to be summoned to his lips, recalling the aspect of Communication within this realm as his words reverberated down to Khala's very soul.

"Little girl… why are you crying? Where is the other You? She and I have to talk. Please, grant me this wish…"

And along with that voice, Khala, down to her very being, would understand the one speaking as being two separate people, that were yet one. There was The Truth, and there was Iriko Crow. Both of them were present within the man speaking to her simultaneously, and that was the primary reason that The Truth had come to this place. He was needed. He was necessary. He was the only one, according to his knowledge, who could perform what needed to be done.

"Cry. But should you flail, realize; you damage and destroy that which you love. And that damage shall never cease. Your flailing shall only grow larger and larger, until the entire universe is consumed. Do you wish to repeat the tragedy of our Son?"

The Truth knew of Sunshine. Within their own realm, he did not exist due to the fact that The Truth had. However, The Truth was aware of his possibility of existence, and yet was surprised to having seen him in this dimension. He was able to understand where that Sunshine had emerged from… but he was one of the only beings in this dimension which The Truth could not understand. He understood the facts about the man, his relationships, his mannerisms, who he was… and yet the Truth could not comprehend his mind. It was similar to the case he was currently in… however, these two beings shared a bond which transcended time or space, a bond of the rarest variety.

And it was for the sake of that bond that The Truth had decided to appear to Khala, to ensure that this universe's Khala would not destroy more than she could handle. To him… she had already suffered enough. So.. He would calm her. He was aware that his existence was a lie. He knew that he was False. And yet… the part of him that had once been different, the part that could still feel, a part that was within him and yet could not be…. That part would not be silenced. It was his Heart. And…

...He could not ignore it.