Archive Of Potentialities.

Oneshot: Milim's Resolve.

“Good morning, did you have a nice nap?” Words that had never been said to me before, or at least as far as I could remember.

My eyes finally regained focus as a red haired man appeared within my field of vision. He wore a strained smile, putting on a brave front.

It was all futile though, my [Milim eye] could quite clearly tell how damaged he was.

“Who are you?” I asked him.

Signs of memories, incomplete and fractured, echoed from the deepest recesses of my mind, as if locked away. I had a vague idea of who this person was.

“Aw, you forgot me that easily? After the days I spent playing with you?” I didn't know much about how people should behave, but even I could tell that it wasn't the time for jokes.

Deciding to ignore the nuisance for the time being, I tried to collect what I could from my bungled up memories.

My little friend…gone, taken by humans.

My…rage….ah yes, rage. That's all there is to remember, isn't it? And my long battle against the demon, which came to me in random flashes of images and sounds…and more rage.

At that moment I became aware of something new within me. It didn't take much self evaluation to realise that I had acquired an Ultimate skill.

King of Wrath, Satanael.

How fitting…all that destruction and all I have to show for it is a skill that seemed like a joke at my expense.

“Are you seriously ignoring me?” Oh, he was still here.

I glanced at him again, still laying on my back in some frozen room.

“Don't bother me.” I simply said, before turning away again.

Then there was silence.

I sighed in relief, thinking I had finally gotten rid of the bug in my hair.

“You seriously don't know what you've caused huh.” He said, all pretense of friendliness gone from his voice.

I could feel his crimson eyes drilling holes into me, literally.

My aura flared as I repelled the strange skill or art he appeared to be using.

“That got your attention, eh?” He asked, not hiding his annoyance.

“So what if I caused something?” I ignored his taunting, sitting up to glare at him.

“Hm. You really are a child.”

I scoffed at his words.
“Your point? The stupid humans crossed me and paid the price for their sins.”

“Is that all you remember?”

“Is there anything more worth remembering?”

“You hurt more than just humans, you know?”

“And if I was at that point again, I wouldn't hesitate. Why do you even care about them, demon?”

“Why indeed…. Okay, get up.” He clapped his hands, his fake smile returning to his face.

I examined myself to see I was still clad in the clothes I wore on that fateful day. A flowing purple gown that remained in perfect shape despite all the turmoil.

I stood on my feet, glaring up at the demon.

“Okay, I'm up. What do you want?”

“There's a few people I want you to meet.” He said, as if that was a good explanation.