[For reference: Sekai-sky, Hikari-Light, Kuki-Air]

The skies felt like newly dressed bride veiled in neon-green lights -its high contrast hues seeping in his soft pupils deep, unconsented and unremittingly. The bridesmaids of azure-stain whitish gaseous orchids of nature's ceiling, spread hitherto titertho, far more than jezebel's slender legs at nyx's hour.

All living bodies of 'Sekai' received the invitation to feast their sights upon this cosmic wedding ,however it may turn out, whether it be stormy grey hue of chronic despair or perpetual sunshine until its certain demise in daily cycle.

All the intelligent clay-mortals, when they had finally gotten tired of any ephemeral respite from their earthly fixations, would lose themselves in peculiarity of their equivocal sentiments , either by simple glance or unduly long gaze.

Yet Naoto felt extremely special, detached from this position ordained by providence, the very moment his eyes locked with the nameless figure who held his chin up , just as butcher hold a rooster before the final cut of slain.

The bride along with its innumerable bridesmaids , frozen in their place, kept on pursuing his back, his movement with unpalpable and indescribable alacrity. Rather than being a moot spectator of nature's love, which flowed in all its abundance, in varied taste, he was the cynosure , even when he was prostrated all the way, right before the steps of the shrine.

The dusty dry-smell of chalked borders, explored his nasal passages, relentlessly as his pupils shrunk further and further, as he stared instinctively, unquestionably into the figure's icy blue eyes which seemed to illuminate with the 'Hikari' as foretold in 'And The Lord Said , "Let there be light and there was light".'

How could one prostrate themselves so defenselessly against the earth, and yet feel like a cheat , lacking an ounce of humility, by mere sight of someone who only title he could deem was 'perfection'?

Those hypnotic world-drowning ocean blue eyes! That thin unmistakable -transparent as kuki -visceral blood-pumping , heart-throbbing veins, crisscrossing his long neck, which flaunted its bare skin so shamelessly.

Those beautiful green-veins , tempted and longed , aching they must (or so he hoped) to be plunged into, bitten until the unnecessary barriers of flesh were out of sight, and the dark red blood, pumping so hard, be drunk, to be claimed.

Naoto licked his lips, without realizing, yet his wits hadn't yet surrendered to backseat, reminding him of the 'perfection's fingers, whose cold touch felt far too stark against his warmth. That how in a flash of a moment, it wouldn't hesitate to prance around with its head on a spike like a barbaric emperor who used to revel in their flamboyancy , by exhibiting to all, their slain enemy's head.

And so, with a sharp breath, he willed himself back-

Back into the world he knew as living.

Back into the scenery which he knew as fact.

Back to the state he knew as right , and where he could reject all the longings he felt so strongly in his flesh at the moment, as unworthy desires pregnant with seeds of ruination.

"Back to the person he knew as 'Naoto,' whose senses waged only a fleeting war-a conflict so trivial that dwelling on it would be no less foolish than a beast burdened with an unnecessary load."

And slowly, but surely, the very ephemeral moment of candid perplexity or chaotic frenzy that had swallowed his mind, that had felt so real, as if his essence, felt once again betrayed as the light reached his eyes, to clash against the figure yet nameless.

"Who are you?" There was a vigor in his voice, a vigor oddly striking for the position he was in, but the nameless figure didn't seem to mind and it it did, it concealed its sentiments vert well, unlike Naoto.

"Whatsoever I speak, the skeptic within thee shall wrest, defile, and cast away as naught. Thus, let me not tarry in vain disputation, but rather unveil before thine eyes a miracle of the abyss, that thou mayest witness its sanctity and know conviction."

Naoto didn't lose his ground unlike last time, his streak of defiance having begun without thought, as he swatted the nameless figure's hands and stood up with residues of smile , failing to bloom until vacancy of trepidation within.

"Now you listen here. " Naoto pointed his finger, ignoring the gawking from figure as if he had experienced something incomprehensible. "I had to spend 6 years - freaking six years of my youth learning a second language, just because bloody star-spangled blondies have about their hands in every top-tier industry and collaboration is the new gimmick to save crappy stories. So, no . Just NO! Speak English or Japanese- whether it be Ainu-go or Jodai Nihongo or even Kobun Bungo-anything save for cultish Vatican verses."

The nameless beauty turned pale white , all of sudden, paler than his skin ever had been, as if all the blood in his veins was being whisked away to part of his brain to meticulously assess as to which hell to throw him under first, for this unprecedented act of defiance.

Naoto as brave or far more accurately, as maddened as he was, by the perplexity of what had transpired moments ago with Igarashi, and the unfathomable absurdity transpiring right now , was well-intimated with the steep price , for making any attempt to break the shackles.

Even slightest of rebellion against these shackles , laced with only clemency that resided in the captor's heart, was tantamount to irreverence of noble hospitality extended to captured. A boisterous rage of a beast had already started to take its roots, the fire set off to melt any semblance of benevolence and piety, if there was any.

Naoto turned around , without a moment's waste and shouted at top of his lungs, while chastising himself for forgetting how he should have done it long ago, as he called out to his hordes of bodyguards. "HELP ASAP! I AM IN MORTAL PERIL."

Without even realizing, his voice carried an unmistakable beratement of his own fate, making him pursue callings in ways he had never done before, other than on the set. However, Naoto's voice didn't seem to reach the seemingly deaf ears of guards whose bothersome presence had unexpectedly elevated as an inevitable necessity of the hour.

"Useless grunts." He grumbled to himself, after his umpteenth unsuccessful call-outs. "Sir, may I hold your umbrella? May I hold your car keys? May I now take a loo? - All damning questions and one time. One time-ONE DAMN TIME! JUST... WHEN I NEED THEM AND THEY ARE STANDING LIKE MINDLESS ROBOT-SLAVES WITH BRAINS AT HOME.. ....."

Naoto's trail of whining ceased, something of a marvel in itself for how frequent and ceaseless it was, despite him have only picked the habit up two weeks ago.

Was it due to realization of futility or appreciation of the immediate threat facing his behind?

No.

It was in fact very mundane and yet a mundane that he couldn't digest the moment realization rested on his insides. The nameless figure wasn't moot out of shock or tireless deliberation, but out of a sardonic respect for the laws of nature, which he had overturned with a flicker of his finger like a child's plaything.

All was frozen still-just like the very moment Naoto had laid his eyes on the nameless. The wedding music was no longer humming in the skies and birds were frozen stuck in their course, their eyes hauntingly lucid to be observed and reflecting the sickly future awaiting him.

Think! Think! Think! Think!

The suggestion seemed so profoundly clear , ringing inside his head, like an obsession which doesn't leave the mind until given in. The humour-less strife crept in, the defensive walls crumbled and the reality dawned upon him swifter than he could have distorted into some digestible fantasy.

'Unveil before thine eyes a miracle of the Abyss' - Naoto recalled the latter's words vividly, and painstakingly , in order to draw a reasonable guess as to what laid ahead. After a moment or two, Naoto took a deep breath as he receded his steps , still debating whether to prostrate or remain adamant as the deadline of vacancy in his lungs drew nearer.

It was unduly long impasse-a mutual deadlock where both the imposer of fear and imposed, seem to not fully grasp the extent of sentiment other wanted to convey in all its certainty. For even a tyrant needed to convey the fear he wanted, with utmost clarity.

Fear is primal-instinctive, a sensation, found among all organism, evoked without illusory barrier of language yet humans are an adamant beast . Their persistence will get them habituated to even fear, they don't understand, treating it as nothing more than part of routine.

Hence , the frequent displays with ever blooming diversification, even among fear , all in effort to sustain, to ensure when one is overcome, another is there to enrapture the hearts of populace.

It was difficult, if not impossible, at this stage to ascertain how much the figure truly understood Naoto, let alone the core essence of human psyche -so vast and infinite in its complexity.

But Naoto was convinced by the event subsequent and that is all that really mattered.

For the human was convinced!

A petite figure, clad in a pearly-white floral dress, descended gracefully. Her little brown hammock sandals, their thin straps delicately tracing the contours of her ankles and feet, barely made a sound upon landing. A soft blush of green dusted her cheeks, complementing the cascade of ruby-red hair flowing at her sides. Without hesitation, she knelt on one knee beside the nameless figure, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

The nameless figure stood tall, his blue eyes still brimming with a deluge of despair vast enough to drown the earth itself, putting Noah's trial to shame. His broad shoulders, sturdy enough to cradle a bird's nest, bore an effortless grace, while his raven-black hair served as the perfect canvas for the moon to cast its most radiant glow.

But the woman's gaze was hardly fixed on the nameless figure-though Naoto was certain she had come at his behest. Instead, her tiny green eyes, like newborn leaves of an evergreen tree, settled on him.

"My liege has perceived your ignorance and, for it, condemns your upbringing and forebears alike. Blink twice if you find yourself struck mute in the presence of his almighty grace. Blink, and we shall unveil the tale in which you are already entwined-one from which you have reaped much yet paid nothing. Blink, and permit me to relay my impatient liege's clemency, which you do not deserve yet shall receive, for he is the noblest of all."

"UM..." The curtly reply that left next from Naoto's lips, made him feel like an idiot, but he continued nonetheless, hiding his euphoria at having his lungs full again, and the birds no longer frozen in sky. "R-right. I...think I get it. Very funny. So how much for the little performance?"

He was lying through his teeth. Not even for a second, even in tiniest space in his decaying cells, he believed what he was trying to pretend but like force of habit such as instinctively signing the moment anyone , thrust a page in his hands, he couldn't stop himself.

"I get it. " He laughed, the humour in his tone salt-dry, as if making one last feeble attempt to dissuade himself from being in reality. "You must be the contract-for-hire budding artist group that were supposed to join us to Fukui. Well! Good job." He clapped his hands together with a wide grin on his face.

The smile was as insincere as his words, and without even acknowledging the lies in his words, the petite-woman spoke softly but with a stern reproach towards the latter. "My liege has not known to wait, for he hadn't the chance to encounter a foolhardy swine such as you. My lord has called upon me to lift the curtains that hang , but if you must persist in pulling them down once again, after realizing the truth, I must warn you. On my ordained name as Zenunim, I shall make you lose the source of all your exalted joy on this mortal plane, whose ruination you couldn't afford in a million years, if you want to remain in the idol industry."

Naoto's hands instantly traced his soft cheeks, brushing them so delicately as if in premonition of losing it if left uncared even for single second.

"Seriously...how is no one hearing this? Now even time has ..." Naoto couldn't help but ask, even though he had grasped the futility of questioning anything by now.

Zenunium rolled her eyes, uncaringly, as she waited calmly , observing his antics with a sharp-dagger like gaze. Considering the strangeness of his scenario, he was not too certain about striking off the possibility of them actually turning into daggers any moment.

"Alright...Alright..." He raised his arms, in capitulation with an exhausted sigh. "I will behave. So...what is the name of this so-called liege?"

Had he made mocking gestures with his hand-signs while asking, as if he often did to less-fortunate co-stars , who lost their jobs, he couldn't say. But the tone in her voice that came next clearly wouldn't have cared even if he hadn't.

"YOU DARE ASK ME TO UTTER MY LIEGE'S NAME ...IN FRONT OF YOU..?"

The nameless figure pat Zenunium' s head with a delicate touch, those slender fingers of death which had raised his chin antecedent , and looked at Naoto, who was still gawking like a newborn baby in crib stares at his hovering parents.

"Belial" The nameless figure finally had a name, which it handed out on a platter, for whose taste , Naoto's tongue had run far too dry and yet upon that single syllable, something evoked within his heart, for which he had no longer use.

Something!

That something - which was the reason why both of them longed and ached to be here , whether consciously or unconsciously. Zenunium sank to floor on both her knees, melting under Belial's touch.

"My lord..." She spoke with such affection, and such longing in her eyes, that even Naoto's heart which thought it had forsaken all sorts of comfort in emotional associations, was filled with an intense envy.

Little did the human shell know that envy was the sin, which had been adored by the Lord most.