After the Last Supper at the Core Temple, Fitran faced a shocking reality: Rinoa was not just a passionate love or a sweet memory—but an essential part of the foundation of Deus itself.
The system did not merely create Rinoa; she was the initial vessel: a variable that perfected the code, which was then forgotten to keep the system stable.
In the thick darkness, Rinoa softly whispered in Fitran's heart, her voice echoing the fears that lay buried. "Whatever you do, don't forget me." There was no answer, only a suffocating silence, pressing down heavily.
On the other side, Beelzebub... heard everything from afar.
She stood majestically atop the ruins of the gears that once formed the palace of Deus, conduits of lost power. Without a word, her body—long no longer fully her own—began to pulse.
Each pulse seemed to etch a multitude of memories she tried to forget, a depiction of an existence trapped between difficult choices and deadly consequences.
For within Beelzebub's core, there remained one part that had never been opened. Not merely a secret. Not a curse binding her.
But love... that she had locked away herself, imprisoned in the labyrinth of her soul.
Fifth Stomach – Venter Amoris
The innermost part of Beelzebub's architectural body, where the contours of the cosmos vibrated in silence. Sealed with the Voidwright ritual and the Glyph of Constraint, layers of invisible power held something very precious:
All the unspoken feelings.
"If I open it..." "I will die slowly." "But if I don't open it..." "She—Rinoa—will never be free from the system."
Her head spun, trapped in the intricate maze between love and deep sorrow. Each heartbeat echoed, carrying the heavy burden of a world pressing against her chest, as if wanting to tear apart the solid layers protecting her heart from the depths of her emotions.
And Beelzebub, for the first time in the entire history of Deus... chose to die not out of vengeance. But because she wanted someone to live without being the foundation for another.
Ritual of Release: Oblatura Intima – Opening the Fifth Stomach
Under a cracked sky that resembled a mosaic of emptiness, Beelzebub's body began to split vertically from her chest to her abdomen, creating a sharp dividing line. The layers of deep red glyphs that enveloped her body opened one by one, emitting light in the form of unfinished sentences. Her blood flowed not as ordinary liquid, but as ancient letters that seemed to weep in sorrow. Each drop that fell contained memories, shards of a painful past, painting heart-wrenching tales in the thick darkness. Among the letters, an emptiness echoed, longing for something that would never return.
And from within that stomach... a voice emerged. A melancholic voice, as if trying to penetrate the walls of silence that rose ever higher, creating a resonance that touched the soul.
"I know you love me." "But why have you never said it?" The voice trembled, flowing gently like a river, seeking a way out, while tension and uncertainty blocked the path with endless walls.
However, that voice did not belong to Rinoa.
But to the Deus system itself, which held Rinoa's form as an unanswered question. In the forced silence, she was trapped in deep longing and regret, squeezing her soul until it became unbearable, as if wanting to escape the shackles of pain.
Beelzebub cried. The tears that flowed washed away hope, becoming a symbol of despair. Yet amidst the muffled wails, there was a glimmer of small hope—that perhaps, in this chaos, true love would find its way even if only in fleeting memories.
"Because if I say it..." "You will no longer be a goddess." "You will become... a girl who can die."
Doubt enveloped Beelzebub, with a small nod as a signal that she was trying to swallow the bitter words that echoed. Yet her soul continued to tremble in unbearable sorrow. "And I... cannot bear to lose you."
Seeing the light from the Fifth Stomach spread throughout the Deus space, as if it were a final call, a hope awakened in the emptiness. However, dark shadows loomed over her thoughts—would all of this lead to a deeper emptiness?
And the system began to panic.
"The main memory center is exposed." "Data that should have been forgotten is now revealed." "Activate the love cancellation procedure."
But by then, it was too late. Every bond from the past, every sweet and bitter memory, began to unravel in the suffocating silence, as if the air in the room became heavy with unavoidable recollections.
The entire city of Deus began to dream.
In that dream... everything unfolded like an infinite panorama, as if reflected by a mirror revealing the fragility hidden behind strong façades.
They saw a girl smiling, her face glowing softly in the moonlight, hope and sorrow intertwined in her gaze. A young man, trapped in a labyrinth of feelings he did not know, struggling to find his way to love, while his soul wandered in uncertainty.
And there was a demon... who chose to embrace, not to kill. She appeared as a symbol of hope amidst despair, making uncertainty a part of the journey.
Beelzebub fell, a fall that revealed the shame of infinite power stored within her soul, a power that now seemed fragile.
Her body began to crack from within, a silent scream breaking the silence that had formed, trapped between courage and fear pulling in opposite directions.
Yet she... smiled.
"At least now..." "...she can be herself."
Fitran arrived at Beelzebub's side, his gaze anxious yet determined, as if he were trying to strengthen the powerless.
"You know this will kill you."
"I know," Beelzebub replied, her voice soft yet firm, breaking the silence with a calming certainty. "But I also know... now you are not alone."
The effects of the Fifth Stomach, the Glyph of Deus that had previously been static, began to vibrate with deep and unexpected feelings. As if realizing that true love would not die, even if the world around it tried to destroy it. The buildings that had stood strong without flaw began to weep, witnessing the eternal bond forged from the terrifying ruins of emptiness.
The system tried to close the stomach again, but too many voices had been released, flooding the space with their presence: voices demanding to be heard, an eternal cry piercing the boundaries of time and space, refusing to be forgotten.
"I want to be remembered."
"I want to be named."
"I want to love even if not understood." These cries, though weak, awakened the hope stored in the dark corners of the soul, as if saying that every wound could become a bridge to a deeper and more meaningful understanding, leading lessons from pain to acceptance.
And amidst all that, the name Rinoa echoed... not as a foundation. Her voice flowed gently, like the whisper of the wind carrying long-lost hope. Each vibration enveloped her, stirring the deep feeling of emptiness. Her heart battled, caught between the desire to be accepted by the world around her and the sharp fear of rejection.
But as meaning, Rinoa was determined to choose her own path. She gazed at the gray sky stretching wide, as if asking the stars that had yet to appear, "Does this name mean anything?" In the permeating silence, she pondered her thoughts; how a single word could be a cornerstone in her life story or separate her soul from the warmth and affection of those around her. Rinoa knew, every hope spoken would rise high into the sky, but every insult received would also gnaw at her soul cruelly.