Inside the Inner World
Before she could react, she was hurled away by the impostor. Meanwhile, the smiling demon grasped his head and shed a single tear. Of course, how could he? How could he have forgotten? Hahahaha! This was too much, it was too funny. He promised he'd come back to see her, but he never came. His people needed him to fend off the archangels once more, and so he fought once more. Had he chosen differently, if only he had the power to choose. If only he had more.... more power... he needed more power.
He raised himself back up, finally looking at them both. His eyes, their eyes, a true conversation between him and them.
"I see, this does explain it. My innocent sin. My comrades, my kin, even my love... with this hand, I threw them all away." Enough of this farce. This rubbish senseless conflict made him want to puke. Was he to be the slayer of angels and the bane of that which is holy? Was he to be the destroyer, who takes the life and soul from demonkind? Either way, he led the life of a disgusting murderer. The fact he endured all these years in this humiliation made him grit his teeth.
All for what? This empty throne room? It was such a pitiful joke it made even the devil cry.
He took control of his mind, his world, and for the first time accepted himself. A heavenly hand of light appeared right around the Piece. If it wanted to play so badly, then do it in a different board.
"Don't touch my woman, black worm." And so, the gigantic hand punched it straight into the ground with the power of his grace.