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The process is not so fast, we have to arrange things secretly and always needs to conceal our presence, asking every available power we had. He is not someone we used to know. Those gaze belongs to God. Its Far from humanity He promised. And we are here to fulfill the promise we made with him.
Day after day we cry. We struggle. We look for ways to deal with it. The moment he broke his promise, it is the same as we have to fulfill our promise to him. We are afraid that we cannot do such a thing. He is very dear to us. He is our Savior. We need to save him!
Even Evernight Goddes survives much longer. So why can't he? Why does he succumb and become Him? Is it because the anchor is weak? are we not praying enough to keep him sane? or are you tired?
The process of fulfilling this promise is a long journey. It is a special promise he insists we do, no matter what. Sometimes He fooled us by making us forget this promise. We are happy, but we grit our teeth the next second we realize. It is not him. He is not the same person we used to know. Day by day his humanity is corrupted, rotting and crumbling every time we talk. He spoke, but nothing feels the same. We cannot even let our eyes wander to the end of this enormous table. The saying 'Do not stare directly at the Gods' recited as broken cassette in our heart.
We cannot let such blaphemous things taint our faith in him. He wants his last moment as their savior, angel, god and friend.
Tears could not be contained, streams of tears flowed uncontrollably. Struck by the reality that we have to do this, we have to.
Tired and scared. Hours we spent fighting him. It's finished faster than we expected, much faster than the long time we need to plan this. What to do? his body is disintegrating into countless spirit worms, they are crawling, trying to merge with their owner, but they cannot. The main body rots away in an instant. The worm already has nothing to return to. Theres dont seem to be any marrionette left.
Killing him is hard to think about, but easy to do. Actually, we just helped him. Why mere saints like us think that we could even figth a pillar evenly? We cannot win without his help. Hes the one who wants to end it all. End his long suffering. We cannot blame him for making us do this, maybe he wants to punish us, or maybe he wants us to feel special. To see him die as him and not as Him.
Surely he got back his remaining humanity at the last second, telling Alger to shut his mouth because his ears were already bleeding. We cried. We laughed.