1 Prologue

(Third Person Pov)

Not a vestige of life remained.

Not even a microbe was left alive by them.

Clouds of dust swarmed around.

Monumental structures, houses, homes, and buildings all flattened. Worlds stretched as far as the eye could see.

The sky was turned crimson, and rivers of blood flowed.

Corpses of various races piled on top of each other. Some starting to rot and some which have been rotting for quite a long time.

All that remained in the world was silence, endless silence.

And thus, all the worlds came to an end. Worlds that had once collided.

In the middle of these worlds stood 3 figures, they were the ones who brought ruin to everything.

"Finally, now we can create a happy world," A young man said who appeared to be in his 20s, his features were masculine, his eyes were black colored, dark black, like an abyss. His black hair swayed in the air as the wind hit him.

"Hm" 

The young woman beside him gave him a nod. Her hair a mixture of black and white swayed as she proceeded to lay on the ground, and her mysterious eyes with countless shapes of euclidian geometry within them were both captivating and unsettling. Just looking at them was enough to chip away at the sanity of any mortal.

Both of them were relaxed.

After countless days of battle, they had finally won.

The worlds were destroyed. They had enacted their revenge.

And so, after a long time, oh so long time, they had smiled. A gentle warm smile as if they were finally saved, finally free.

"Amateurs, one shouldn't drop their guard not until you are the only one left."

A voice, devoid of any emotions said and the next instant before the young man and the woman could understand anything, their neck was pierced by their comrade, a boy whose face had feminine features with black hair and black-empty-looking eyes, like that of a void.

"W-why..what are you doing.." The young man with dark-colored eyes asked shock and confusion etched onto his face.

"The fuck do you mean by what I am doing? Aren't you supposed to be like super smart or some shit? Duh, I am killing two psychopaths? I mean, what else can I call you? Who goes around fucking the entire world, no, worlds, just because they got some bad life."

The boy said, his expression was utterly indifferent, his tone eerily calm.

"Didn't you agree with us? Why now??" The girl asked in disbelief 

"Actually, no. I am the weakest among us three. So, if I didn't join you I would get killed so I decided to join you and honestly, I wasn't going to kill you or interfere with your plans or anything. I was really okay with you psycho's creating whatever world you want to for yourself but life's unpredictable, whaddya know, I changed my mind at the last second. You see, I want that title The Lone Survivor, sounds dope, doesn't it?"

"There's no such title! Agh!" The young woman shouted coughing the blood and anger etched on her face.

"That's why I am giving one to myself." The boy replied.

The young man with black dark eyes fell on his legs. Heavily breathing. He looked at the boy in front of them.

The person before them has used a relic that is impossible to recover damage from, not only that it rendered them from using their abilities for a minute. 

A minute was all they needed to die from blood loss.

And there was no point attacking physically or entering a brawl with him in their current state, they had after the final battle exhausted themselves.

To begin with, if there was even a chance of them being capable of killing the boy, the boy would have probably sliced their head off instead of just piercing it, that was the type of person he is.

Then why didn't he not finish them off?

In other words, he was giving them a chance to know the answers to the questions they wanted right now, the question of why he was betraying them after they had already killed everyone, and destroyed everything.

At least they would die after getting an answer. 

A twisted logic, one with which he operated.

"Why? Why change your mind?" The young man asked.

The boy looked at them both and then began speaking.

"A mother cried, holding onto her baby as she was crushed by a stray attack incomprehensible to a human, she wished her baby could live, a father died as he stood to protect his children from the hordes of monsters that ran away from the calamities as he wished he could have spent more time with them, the corpses of two lovers laid beside each other, everything below their waist shredded, their hands joined together, intertwined with one another, a smile formed on their faces, they were okay since they were together they could face death but was a big fat lie, they had wished that other would live for more time, live happily and soon after not even their corpse remained."

The apathetic voice continued

"So, you see everyone out there made a wish but they didn't come true, they all died. We are the only ones remaining. We, who killed them all" The boy paused before continuing "But you see, it seems like their wishes weren't futile."

"Huh..."

"What?"

Their confused voices leaked out.

"Their wishes turned into a miracle, a miracle that fell into the lap of a little girl." Shaking his head, the boy uttered his next words completely shaking both of them.

"This timeline is being erased. Soon enough, everything will disappear."

"N-no..."

"That's impossible!"

The young woman uttered and the young man shouted unable to believe what they just heard.

"It's the truth. The timeline is being erased, you still haven't realized it because the changes have yet to reach you but it's changing, the reason I realized it sooner than you is simply because ...well, I guess I am the one being affected the most with it? So, yeah. Anyways, that's the thing. Since the timeline is changing, this one will vanish and disappear. After all, the future wouldn't exist if the past changes itself."

The boy shruggingly answered and without wasting time, he swiftly killed them both the moment they registered his words.

They had processed his words, in other words, they got their answer, no reason to let them live.

Left alone now, he looked up into the sky.

"You know, there's still time before I vanish along with the world? I don't mind chatting up a little"

"You are quite a troublesome child" A voice responded, the voice sounded sweet, intoxicating, soothing, and warm.

And then a lady appeared in front of the boy, her figure shrouded in fog making it difficult to discern her features.

"Here's a cheeseburger, want one world will-san?" The boy asked as he pulled the cheeseburger out of thin air.

World's Will, was a concept formed out of the wishes, desires, thoughts, beliefs, ideas, cravings, dreams, prayers, and other ambiguous stuff. It constructed the world, made its laws, regulated them, and looked after the world, the universe.

It simply came into existence one day, not even the World's Will itself knew how long it had been alive.

It simply lived and watched over everyone.

It was omnipresent and omnipotent.

And right now, he was talking to that very World's Will.

"I highly doubt I could taste it but I will indulge myself" The World's Will replied sitting beside the boy on the blood-soaked ground.

Silently, both of them continued to eat.

It was a comfortable silence.

Once they had eaten their cheeseburger, the World's Will broke the silence.

"Child, just know I am proud of you." The World's Will said as it embraced the boy gently.

It was quite sudden and unexpected but the boy didn't seem to be surprised.

"Let me get this straight. The world's proud of me that I destroyed the world. Damn, now that's some real achievement I acquired" The boy replied, his tone entirely dead.

The World's Will simply tightened its embrace around the boy and then asked the question

"Are you sure?"

"Yup, it's the end of our story and time for their story to continue" The boy replied.

The past was changing in other words, he would change too in ways he didn't know about, or maybe there wouldn't be any change in him, whichever the case, the boy believed that memories are what make a person who they are.

Since the past was changing, he too will change, he and he will be different.

So would be the same for everyone else.

They will be all different and so their story.

Their story had ended, they had killed, destroyed, and then died.

"This isn't the only way. There are other ways for you to do it."

"I only know this." 

Even though World's Will didn't have any emotions, it acted as if it was hesitating and so it asked one last question.

"Is there something I can do for you?" 

"...Make suitable stairs of him when the time comes. That's all"

And with that, the boy's body began to vanish. The evidence that the past has changed enough for this future to no longer exist.

And with that, the World's Will parted ways with someone whose essence among any other living was the closest to it.

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It's time for a new story... or should we say the continuation of the story.

One that gambled everything upon a single girl.

It's the story of a girl who loved this one particular boy very much, oh so very much, and even though years, decades, millennials passed away, she never forgot about her love, an unconditional love, a crazy love.

And while we are at it.

It's also a story of-

Someone somewhere who wished to be saved.

Someone somewhere who wished to be free.

Someone somewhere who wished to be able to make a wish.

It was supposed to be a fairytale of a story but it turned too ugly, too wretched, far too twisted to be called one.

This is a story of wishes, regrets, dreams, hatred, and ...

And?

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And it's all just a --