382 Something worth fighting for

Zatiel did not leave the sky after sending the Eye Holders and the Magi away. As he stood alone, going through the eons of memories in his mind, remembering all the bloodshed, pain, evilness, and sorrow, a sense of indifference began to appear in the Neo-Demon's eyes. 

'If I give up on the Prima Universe and allow the countless life forms in it to descend into eternal darkness, I am confident in being able to preserve my life along with that of a few others.' Many times, that thought had appeared before in Zatiel's mind, even when he was the Incarnation of Death and Destruction.

The sense of detachment in the Neo-Demon's eyes only grew more potent as that idea festered in his mind.

'The universe is dark and cruel. What is the point of risking my life to save it? Most of the life forms in it are stupid, sinful, and uncaring, so why should I go through such lengths for them? Besides, everything will cease to exist when this Epoch comes to an end, even if I win.'