Pov Dia,
My faction is completely neutral, and so I have invited the leaders of both the angels and the fallen angels to attend this party. Of course, their safety is my top priority, and everyone here knows that I would not tolerate any violence or killing at this party.
I approached the fallen angels and the four seraphim were present. Of course, I particularly went to Gabriel.
Sera doesn't like her much and even considers her a rival, often challenging her to beauty contests, games, or even duels—if they can be done in a safe way to prevent any deaths.
Dia: "How are you enjoying the festivities?"
Michael: "That's good, but I still think we're being sidelined."
Sera: "Well, it's a little understandable, considering your faithful have slaughtered others in your name. Even if Dia-chan is doing her best to make peace with all factions, it's hard to forget that horrible chapter."
Michael: "We try to prevent it, but it is not easy. With our father dead, we have too much work to pay attention to the individuals causing trouble."
Dia: "It's not easy to have worshippers."
Raphael: "You know that you're almost in a situation where you're revered as a goddess, so you'll have to be careful not to have the same problem as us."
Dia: "I'm already preparing for these cases. I am creating a legion that will act in the shadows. They will handle things like assassinations and espionage."
Michael: "Even if it's not really good, I understand. Otherwise, do you have any chance of being the leader of this group?"
Dia: "Yes, two sisters survived the death melody."
Gabriel: "Is it really possible to survive in that area? I warn you because, thanks to you, life no longer exists over more than 10 km²."
In the past,
Pov General,
Dia appeared in a clearing some hundred meters from a village.
She had come to play the music that had been revealed to her during the genocide in Lucifaad.
She conjured a crimson piano, sat down, and began to play.
From the very first note, it was clear that this music was more sorrowful than the funeral of a dearly beloved.
The villagers heard the music, finding it overwhelmingly sad, but were especially curious to know where it was coming from.
Many of the people in La Vilague started to feel deeply melancholic, as memories of tragic events from their pasts resurfaced.
Those who were already struggling with depression quickly found their life ending in despair.
(I have no knowledge of music, but I know it was deeply sorrowful.)
What Dia didn't realize was that she had unintentionally infused the music with a bit of magic, amplifying its disastrous effects even further.
The grass surrounding the piano began to wither and die. As the seconds passed, more and more of the area around it experienced the same phenomenon.
The villagers, overwhelmed by despair, started seeking ways to end their lives, and those who resisted began losing their sanity.
Hours later, Dia stopped playing the piano, but the curse music could still be heard in the air.
Dia: "What happened here?"
She was astonished, for the meadow had turned into a place where all life had vanished.
Unbeknownst to her, she had cursed the land for eternity, and it would become one of the greatest mysteries for scientists to study.
When she arrived at the village, she saw no living souls. At least, that's what she believed until she found two suffering babies.
Sensing the lingering trace of her power over them, she used the tears of the phoenix to save them and immediately referred them to a competent doctor.
A few days later, after conducting an investigation, she realized the tragedy was her fault. She vowed never to play such music again and to care for the two children.
It was one of the things I wanted to write most since the beginning of the story.
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Scott_Conn
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