Endless Debt-Chapter 811 - 266: The Hollow and Dreary Heart of Darkness
Reality and story are mutually corresponding, for this, Ewen succeeded in dragging Asmodeus into the water.
"I should have thought of it earlier, you are also part of the story."
Ewen stared at Asmodeus who reappeared, he could clearly feel that Asmodeus’s power was weakened by the story, she was no longer that pure Devil, but gradually became the image from thirty-three years ago, the one he remembered.
While the Devil influences Ewen, Ewen also influences the Devil, like two intersecting Thunder, tearing through the tree of fragmented lightning.
Asmodeus was forced to use the Identity Card, transforming into the form described by Ewen, with a shift in personality, Asmodeus was no longer as sinister as before, but rather filled with emotions stripped from herself.
Filled with mortality.
"And then? How do you continue writing your story?"
Asmodeus didn’t feel the slightest bit of panic, instead, she watched Ewen with great interest, she didn’t expect Ewen to figure out such a method, the part of the Devil was thrilled by this transformation, while the part belonging to separated emotions felt a surge of joy from the familiarity upon seeing Ewen.
Ewen asked, "I’m still wondering... Have I trapped the Devil?"
"Sort of."
Asmodeus moved her fingers, the power to shatter reality was decided by Ewen, he shaped reality, along with himself. She hadn’t encountered something so interesting for a long time, the pathetic mortal was still pondering ways to resist.
"What do you want to do?" Asmodeus smiled at Ewen, displaying her supple waist, "You can do whatever you want."
"No..."
Ewen had long seen through the illusion, unaffected by Asmodeus’s temptation.
"And what about you?"
Ewen asked the void again, "How long are you going to watch?"
Belphegor appeared from the void, this mortal gave him a heavy surprise. Now he too had been intrigued by Ewen, looking forward to what was going to happen next.
Ewen asked, "Do you think you’re playing the sun?"
"Isn’t that so?" Belphegor retorted, "I won’t give you any influence, just as I won’t affect your creation."
"Is this considered mercy?"
Ewen turned the chair around, keeping his neck stiff from the motion, "Asmodeus torments me, and you’re playing the good guy, ready to extend a helping hand to me."
"No... no, both of you are the same; both are Devils, purely evil, only standing in different positions."
Ewen gradually emerged from despair, knowing that someone had come to save him, and he too must resist, "You’re just using Asmodeus, using her to get my soul."
"I can’t think of any reason for you to refuse," Belphegor shook his head, "Isn’t the ’Endless Poems’ tempting enough?"
"The ’Endless Poems’..."
In Joyful Garden’s adventure, Ewen heard the Canary talk about these, for that work that covered all crystallizations of human art, the Canary was filled with anticipation but also suffered greatly because of its unattainability.
Ewen suddenly spoke, "Don’t you find it contradictory?"
"Clearly endless, yet it is actually finite.
Clearly created by humans but is born after their end.
Like an unreachable dream, an unattainable deceit."
Ewen sneered at Belphegor, "And why should one worship you to read all this? Poem belongs to humans, and you’re just a Demon."
Belphegor was stunned, he always thought himself the victor, the one who understood Ewen the best. But now he was being mocked loudly by Ewen, as if all his pursuits were futile.
"Humans will defeat you, just like hunters defeat Demons in stories, humans will not end, nor will poetry!"
Ewen’s voice paused, and he thought to himself, shouting loudly.
"Ha! Is this a punishment for the Devil?"
His excited body was trembling, "The more you pursue something, the less you get it, just like your stubborn pursuit of the ’Endless Poems’!"
Typing sounds rustled, and line after line of new text appeared on the pages.
"I see through the Devils’ schemes, I mock them loudly for all they are!"
Ewen declared to Belphegor in madness, furiously expressing his thoughts.
"No... it shouldn’t be like this.
Poetry can’t end! Nor should the pen be held in the Devil’s hand; it should be held in human hands. New poems will be born continuously, it will exist eternally!
The poem will never be finished, and what you pursue is merely an illusion!"
Faced with Ewen’s ridicule, Belphegor remained silent, neither inflicting punishment nor showing fury, just like a tranquil sun, gazing at Ewen steadily.
"What is the point, Ewen."
After a long time, Belphegor asked, "Actually, you understand, humans are destined to perish, maybe in a few thousand years, maybe in tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands... that day will come."
"By then, all human creations will equally lose their meaning, turn into desolate ruins, what a void scene that would be.
But I’m different, I will record all of your existence, I will witness your existence, isn’t that enough?"
Ewen shook his head, letting out a long sigh, "I thought Devils would be smarter."
Then he said with even more arrogant flair, "And who do you think you are, Belphegor, you’re just a Devil."
