Tsumi No Hana

His Significance of Existence

Epilogue

70 years have passed, and the Greatest King of Lucifenia seems to be reaching his limit. He asked the priestess to take him to the favorite place of his lover, Soleil. He wanted to rest there, where his love rested. As he was staring on the town below, he reminisced those beautiful times when Soleil was still alive. Oh, how he wanted those time to last forever. He cried as he looked on the Niveus flowers on his hand.

They haven't found the other six Vessel, but Xavier seemed to be contented on his life. While the Priestess assured him that she'll do whatever she can to look over the land that he protected all his life.

"My King," the Priestess called. But Xavier didn't answer anymore. He was there, knees on the ground while looking down at the flowers. That's when the Priestess realized that the King have finally took his rest.

The wrinkles on Xavier's face began to fade, and and his features become of what he used to look when he met Soleil. A soft glow touched his skin, and he slowly opened his eyes. What was above him, was a woman born in light. He couldn't see her face as it was covered in luminescence. Xavier doesn't know where he is, but the presence in front of him felt like home. He felt like this was the place where he should be. It was comforting, and he longed for this.

Soon, the lady changed her form that matches Xavier's size. She walked towards him and the light on her face faded, and revealed the woman that Xavier's heart know very well.

It was Soleil. His love. Who ascended to become the new Goddess of the World he led. No words can describe what he was feeling, sure, the eyes of the new Goddess were somewhat sad. Yet she smiled in front of Xavier, throughout the brightness, Xavier could still see her tears flowing down. Soleil might have a white hair now but Xavier knew it was her. It was really her.

"You did very well, my love. You can rest now." She said.

Xavier instantly fell unto her arms, and caressed his hair.

"You can now rest in my paradise. And I promise that I will take care of the world you hold dear." She added.

"I love you, Soleil."

• • •

"Goddess Hela, the wielder has yet to be reborn," the priestess said as she kneeled down before the new goddess, who's name was now Hela. She was the only human that ascended as a Goddess, where Gods are celestial beings and are born from stars, or from the Universe itself.

"Now is the third apocalypse, even I, doesn't know when he will be reincarnated." The surroundings time is on a halt while the priestess is conversing with the Goddess. Everytime a Goddess descends to her world, time stops until the Goddess leaves.

"Do not fret, for the mean time, this sword will stay in my Heavenly Space." The Goddess had a giant sword, larger than the world itself, that can surely pierce from top to bottom. Hela looked in the skies of her world,

"Please, hurry. The sword is waiting for your return." She said.

The Goddess looked at the Priestess beside her, and gave her a smile. "I met your creator, the mage craftsman. He seems to be a fun invdividual, he mentioned that he'll be somewhere watching what this world would become. I'm guessing he's testing my capabilities of being a Goddess to this world." The priestess was surprised from this news. She had never heard about the mage craftsman in her entire existence, until this time. She smiled beneath her veil, so he is really there somewhere. Even though she wanted to meet her creator, she was contented to know that he was there. For that, she asks nothing more. She had a lot questions, as to why she was made? What was the purpose of the theatre? Was it her home? Even so, she stayed there.

When it was abandoned, she stayed in that small, small theatre until it resounded the Lapis Lazuli lullaby. There, the priestess felt that his rebirth was near.

800 years of waiting, and waiting. A lady that seemed to be a part of a noble family, was lost in the forest and came across the theatre. The priestess, who was sitting on the clockwork tower watched the woman. She seemed to be carrying a child on her womb. Though she was frantic of being lost, she ventured inside the theatre. After a while, her womb began to hurt. The priestess hurriedly went to tend to the pregnant woman, and the woman said,

"Alexiel,"

The woman laid down in the middle of the theatre, as she entrusted to a stranger her newborn child.

"I came here to find you, I've been seeing visions. That you can help my child, who is gifted with powers. Please guide him."

The priestess understood right away what the woman was trying to say. Then so it is, the gifts that bestowed to him by the flower of sins never faded away. It has always been there. Only this time, he'll be using this for a different purpose.

Lucifiene could have possibly called his soul with the Lapis Lazuli, the song that guides the soul to reincarnation. And the theatre has been resounding that lullaby for 800 years.

This is the significance of his existence.