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While in Babel, the specter faced defeat at the hands of the Demon King of Incarceration.
He yearned for death, yet he found himself denied even that. As the Demon King of Incarceration said, he wasn’t a deity. He was a Demon King. Instead of fulfilling the specter’s desperate wishes, he offered only mockery and scorn.
The specter stood on the brink of despair.
He wandered about aimlessly after he was cast out from Babel. He was at a loss and felt lost, not knowing what to do next. If he truly desired death instead of seeking answers, he could end his own life.
—Weren’t you seeking death?
But a hollow death was not what he sought.
—You are a lump of contradictions.
The specter had found himself unable to respond to the whispered question of the Demon King of Incarceration.
It wasn't because he didn't know the answer. Rather, he knew it too well to respond.
The specter was acutely aware of his own contradictions more than anyone else. He desired death while rejecting suicide. He loathed the idea of a meaningless demise.
To die for something, for someone.
That was the kind of death he yearned for. He despised a worthless and miserable end. Even by his own admission, it was greedy and shameless, yet he sincerely longed for such a death.
'Like Hamel?' the specter realized.
Hamel was mocked for being stupid in the fairy tale, but wasn’t his end heroic?
[...Hamel was always in...
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