Razor, Titan, Scorch, and I continue eating the delicacies brought to our table. Everyone is celebrating and rejoicing the party prepared for us all every year on this day.
Ten meters ahead of me, I see the progenitor of the Materians, Materia herself. "Pardon me, gentlemen. I must have a word with one of our lovely guests."
I walk up to Lady Materia at the table she is sitting on. Despite her age to be millions of years old, she looks like a lovely beautiful young woman with gold eyes and light brown hair. She is a loving individual to take any born person her child, and the progenitor of any species to be her siblings, given of course that progenitors do not have siblings or parents.
"Lady Materia." I kindly address to her.
She kindly smiles back at me and replies, "Havik. It has been a very long time."
"Give or take five years, yes. May I...?" I politely gesture to sit across from her on the same table.
Every time she speaks, is as if I am feeling the warmth of a loving mother despite not being her close or distant blood relative. I am after all of a different specimen. A Vistan, of Planet Vista.
I sit down a cross from her as she chews on the meat she is eating and enjoying herself.
“Tell me Lady Materia, how are the delicacies?” I ask.
“They are well-made, my son. I have always been able to eat well since the day we won the war to end all wars have come to cease.”
“With all due respect, Lady Materia. The war with The White Devil was all but madness. Given of course what happened on that fateful battle.”
She calmly explains, “All wars are madness, my son. I could not stand the fact that all my children ended up shedding blood and taking a great many lives while I live longer than them. It is outrageous. I had to suffer everyday with my cursed immortality knowing that most of my children would die before me. And even then, I do not just take the Materians as my children, but rather all born individuals of all manner of creature as my children.”
I respond, “And taking their progenitors as siblings. You really are someone worth taking care of until the very end.”
She responds, “I lived a life too long. It was a miracle that Khaos was of my lineage. Without him, I would not have known what to do except live in utter misery. The White Devil… He was nothing short of a madman I once called my first-born son.”
“What reason have you not to defeat him when you had the chance?” I politely insist asking.
“I chose between my first-born and the rest of my lineage and adopted children. Despite having to make the hard call to destroy him, he outsmarted and overpowered me in every way. I always thought of taking one life to save countless, but he was always a great many worlds ahead of me. It was a hard call regardless. But I never had the sufficient power to put an end to the vicious tens of millions of years-old cycle that continued to destroy all I have cherished. If only Khaos were born sooner…”
I reply kindly, “Khaos was not prophet. He simply had the potential to rival and destroy the white devil and so he did. I am only grateful that he accomplished what he did when he did. He and I were good friends.”
Lady Materia takes a deep breath and responds, “He died a true hero. But if he were to live, he would have gone to save the next universe and the next. Living his whole life fighting for a good cause. He would never have been content with only saving his own universe. He blamed himself for being powerless and born way later than sooner when none of that was his fault. In otherwise, he despised himself, and cherished others infinitely more.”
Lady Materia chews on meat and vegetables, and I remain thinking to myself due to how I asked this question before. I could not believe that Khaos would actually be unsatisfied of saving his own universe. After all, he did have powers that appeared to be omnipotent. But then again, why should I bother? If he died, then he would not be omnipotent. Both he and The White Devil bent reality on a high scale.
“I am sorry that you had to live the life you live, Lady Materia. However, do stay strong. With what’s to come, I am sure you will enjoy the life you always deserved.” I reassure her.
“I shall indeed, my son.” She replies with a healthy smile.
“If you must excuse me, now. I shall get going. Do enjoy your meal.” I kindly bow out of respect to her and head my way elsewhere.
The party continued until near the end. Nearly everyone was gone. Tables and floors have been cleaned out, the food packed up, and thus I reunite with Razor, Scorch, and Titan at the very table we ate together and thus speak with them during the dusk that befell upon us.
“I assume that everyone had a good time?” I tell the others.
“What’s with the concern of yours? Did Lady Materia place too much warmth on you?” Razor asks in funny manner, making Titan and Scorch laugh.
Titan says, “There’s no shame in admitting it. The world is a better place with Lady Materia in it. She did provide our army good leadership against The White Devil.”
Scorch replies, “Indeed.”
I reply, “Very well, gentlemen I shall see when I do. Do enjoy yourselves this wonderful night.”
Titan, Scorch, and Razor salute out of respect and thus the moment I turn my back and walk away, a portal spawns in front of me and a voice writhing in agony. Titan, Scorch, and Razor turn around as to where I am are shocked at the writhing voice they hear before them. A voice we know all too well.