gaze of war

The Goddess has closed her eyes, throwing her consciousness into a deep nothingness.

And Diarmuid, who was left in the human world, would often stroke the black stone left by Morrigan alone in the middle of the night, recalling the figure and face of the black-haired goddess, and then sighed longingly, showing a full of joy. A sweet and bitter smile.

One day, two days, ten days, one year—

Time cruelly scraped across his cheeks, leaving traces of wind and frost on his face.And since then, Morrigan has not been seen again.

Diarmuid gradually began to feel anxious.

He once stopped stacking stones when he went out, and he didn't meet the angry goddess on the night of his triumphant return as expected.

He tried putting stones on the altar and sat there all night in the rain.

He spoke to the pebble, offered kisses, even begged.

"Answer me, Morrigan..."

But the stone never responded.

what……

Diarmuid understood.

That night must have been just a play for the gods.

It's just pleasure, and then it's forgotten like a scrap of paper.

Only he himself, mistakenly thought that it was the goddess who responded to his admiration, came here specially for him, and descended here.

Falling in love with such a cruel god...in the eyes of the gods on the dome, it must be sad and ridiculous, right?

Even when Angus came to ask his beloved adopted son with worries, Diarmuid could not tell him his troubles.What kind of role did the adoptive father, who is in charge of love and youth, play in that wonderful night, the night when youth and love appeared at the same time?

Morrigan, you goddess who cuts like a blade...

When Diarmuid found out, he no longer smiled at the stone.The sweetness and sourness of love are washed away by time, and gradually only the painful pain remains.Every time I think of my original expectations and dreams, I feel as if I have been cut open again.

Why did you think so naively that he was loved?

Whether it is these women who take the initiative to throw themselves into her arms because of the magic power of a mole, or the goddess who took the initiative to give her body to her for the first time, it must be because of something else that she can be so close to her.

Women can't resist the magic of love moles, and that goddess...probably just wants to have fun.

Gods are cruel existences.

They are good at forgetting and indifference. After imprinting a deep imprint on other people's memory, they will leave as if nothing happened, as if nothing worthy of attention has ever happened.

"You are truly a warrior who has been favored by Morrigan, Diarmuid!"

This praise once made Diarmuid smile with pride, but now it brings him more than before.He can no longer enjoy the pure joy of victory like in the past, and he is more indifferent to the sacrifices before the battle than before.Every time he wins, his heart beats like a drum, wondering if this means she is paying attention to him?Then it gradually became gray in the long-term disappointment.

"Goddess Morrigan... Maybe it was a mistake all along."

On the silent throne, Morrigan opened his eyes.

The moment her consciousness returned from the abyss of nothingness, her gaze had already swept across the entire earth.Countless human beings lamented and roared, chariots rumbled, flesh and blood were torn apart, and the smell of blood passed through the nose.

Almost all the warriors who used to be brave and good at fighting have disappeared, and the once immature and cowardly teenagers have become a new batch of warriors, shining brilliantly on the battlefield.

what……

It turns out that 20 years have passed, in this world.

【Morrigan—goddess, save him quickly...】

From somewhere there suddenly exploded a howl, more mournful and clearer than any sound.Morrigan had heard the voice before, and even though it sounded a lot hoarse, she recognized its owner immediately.

A knight of the Fiona Knights, the son of Oisin, a man named Oscar.

Morrigan stood up.

She finally realized that the smell of blood passing through her nose was thought to be the infection from the Shura field in the world, but it turned out not to be the case.The clear bitter taste is mixed with a somewhat familiar sweet aroma, which is as mellow as honey.

...this is...the life flowing from Diarmuid's body.

The temperature and smell were sensed by the stones Morrigan left with him, and then fed back to Morrigan exactly.Morrigan felt a fluster he had never felt before, a tormenting regret creeping through him.

—Never give them love—

"I know, my sister," Morrigan said quietly. "I just... I just went to see him."

For he was going to die, his sly but radiant smile would be gone, his solid arms would stiffen and rot and melt into the earth, his golden eyes would turn a dirty gray.

He would be, like all those souls that fell into Morrigan's hands, unaware until time took their souls and vanished from the world of perception.

Morrigan put his hands on his chest.The passage between the stone and the stone that her magic power condensed allowed her to project it smoothly-this is not a breach of her promise to Maher.

She stretched her body from a black pebble, and her black wings blossomed grandly with the breath of death.What his bare feet touched was the wet land with the atmosphere of the forest. Diarmuid Audi lay there face up, staring at the sky absently.His body is no longer as lean and powerful as before, and his eyes are no longer so full of life.

Fatal wounds were destroying his body.

Less than five steps away from him was the back of his uncle, Fenn, the leader of the knight order.With hesitant steps, he walked towards the creek over there.Diarmuid's comrades surrounded him, lamenting his misfortune.

The girl jumping out from the stone hanging on his chest attracted everyone's attention.

Even though his vision was blurred, Diarmuid could feel the icy fragrance.He slowly focused his gaze, trying to see the person who came to him clearly—the black wings blocked the light, and the long straight hair slowly covered his chest along with the girl's bending movement, just like their first time. as the first time we met.

"who are you?"

Morrigan ignored the impertinent inquiry that came with the clatter of weapons.She stood beside Diarmuid, her black wings trembling slightly, and she bent over to look at him.

"You're going to die... Diarmuid."

she said hoarsely.

Diarmuid watched her.After 20 years of polishing, he has become calm and introverted, but when he looked at her, his eyes still brightened, and then he smiled.

"...you are here."

"I give you victory, Diarmuid, even if I am not by your side, you will not be killed by any enemy... Why? You lie here dying like this, I can reach out and hold your soul ’” Morrigan asked impassively.

And he didn't give any explanation for that - even though his uncle, his lord, Finn, who caused his death, was standing behind her, looking at them in shock - empty handed.

I took away the lord's wife.

Diarmuid felt that this sentence was unforgivable to both the lord and the goddess.So he chose to remain silent.He just gasped in pain, but still sighed with a smile: "I never thought I would see you for the last time before I die, my goddess... Morrigan."

"Ah..." The warrior who sadly called out the name of the goddess because of the dying of his best friend lowered the long sword in his hand in shock.Oscar stared wide-eyed and saw the black-winged goddess emerging from the void, gently reaching out to wipe the blood from Diarmuid's lips.

Diarmuid smiled wryly.His face had already been engraved with the imprint of the years, and because of the fatal injury, his face was pale and his lips were black.The face of brilliance has been overshadowed by the shadow of death.

"I thought you had already forgotten me... I am no longer young, nor even have a glorious appearance. I have lost the courage to fight, and I am content with being mediocre, with no value for attention."

Morrigan watched him sadly.

She could see the end of the thread of fate.His demise has become inevitable due to the triple effect of the birth curse of Finn, Boar and Diarmuid.Even if she didn't want to collect his soul, he still couldn't continue to live in this world.

She didn't answer his self-denying words.

"...but why are you dying for just a short moment?" Morrigan asked softly.

What is it... this sour impulse.Her eyes seemed to be covered with tulle.

She had said harshly to Maher that her love came with death.But when this sentence came true when she didn't know it, she was so remorseful that she almost hated her unchangeable identity.What she wanted to see was Fiona's chief spearman, with a proud smile on his face, shining brightly on the battlefield, not him lying here dying like this, about to fall into the arms of death soon.

Diarmuid's eyes widened in surprise.The transparent and flawless pearls that fell from the eyes of the black-haired goddess fell on his cheeks, almost making him speechless in shock.On that white, smooth and emotionless face, there was a sadness that could be clearly seen even in his near-death vision.

Morrigan is in love with me.

It was not until his death that Diarmuid was able to affirm this fact.At this moment, the lamentation, disappointment and resentment that I had felt all dispersed like a thin cloud.

Why can't I wait any longer...?

Even gods, who can shed tears because of my death, must love me.

Ah, what the hell have I been doing with my life.

The lord whom I swore allegiance to the death, I take his wife; the goddess whom I love, I return with hatred.

Boundless regret clenched Diarmuid's heart.

How I want to go through this life again.

Diarmuid showed a sad expression.He couldn't stop his own death, and he couldn't pull an iota of strength, if only to raise his hand to wipe the tears from Morrigan's cheek.

Morrigan lowered his head and pressed a kiss to his cold, chapped lips.Her lips were as cold as dew that night.

Diarmuid was dulled by blood loss, but this kiss made him feel a pain deeper than the wound.

It was the kiss he had been looking forward to, but it was deeply painful now, under the shadow of death and separation.

"...I give you a restraint (GEIS), in the name of me, Morrigan, I command you, Diarmuid Odina - no matter how restrained you are from now on, you will be able to stand before it Keep your free will!"

Diarmuid smiled wryly when he heard the Goddess' hoarse voice ordering him the order called GEIS.She must have known about his escape with the lord's wife—even if it was due to being restrained by a noble person.But after 16 years on the run, nothing has changed.He was really shaken by the princess's enthusiasm, but also painful by her waywardness and cruelty.

Even though the princess broke his heart, he still recognized her as his wife...

And the one-night marriage that happened so long ago was deeply buried in his heart.

What an irony for Morrigan...

But she didn't say anything, she just gave him freedom with her supreme power——

What precious thing did he miss...

This is, what a rare, what a deep love.But he lost patience with the passage of time and completely abandoned it.

Really... I'm so unsatisfied.

I want...to do it all over again...his life...

If I could...never again...

【Want to make a wish to me, Diarmuid Odina? 】