All the suffering and pain he had ever experienced returned into his memory, but at the same time there were moments of awe, triumph, friendship and affection. The positive and negative memories clashed against each other like two oceans of black and white and when their waters mixed together turning grey, he had a feeling that he heard a faint sound, a whistle that called to him.

"Yes." He said and felt the gravity of his decision.

Without another word, Sammael felt the reality around him crumbling apart and remembered when he felt a similar sensation. It was when the Divine Universe had been created for him.

With the same ease it was being deconstructed and in no time, he found himself in another reality and a different body.

"No, wait!" He held his breath when he remembered his body and the situation he was in. He stood on a street with a plastic bag in his hand, with a few items of daily necessity that he carried on his way home. He breathed in the smog into his lungs and felt a nostalgic feeling inside him, well the part of him that was Frei, the two of them were still to fight a bitter war inside his mind, but the unexpected change of environment startled them both, causing them to pause their struggle.

He pressed a button in front of him out of habit and waited until a green light appeared on the other side of the street. He waited in a daze for when he would be able to pass. When the green light lit up, he walked into the middle of the street and looked to the side like expecting something to happen, but nothing did except for a loud crying that suddenly came from the front where a kid seem to had fallen and lightly injured its knee.

He crouched reflexively to help the kid to its feet, as it could not stay here crying in the middle of the street, but when he did his head bumped into something.

"Ugh, sorry." He looked at the person whom he had collided with, probably a mother of the kid that also hurried to help her child and his eyes bulged like he was an overstuffed frog.

"Ni . .. impossible!" He could not speak any more, flabbergasted by the coincidence.

No, it was not a coincidence, it had to be his work. Was he toying with him again?

Sammael wanted to doubt the situation, but his doubts had been overpowered by the emotion of his other half.

"Sorry, he is a handful sometimes." She smiled at him in a familiar way and hurried to the other side, because the traffic light had already turned red.

"Like hell I will let it end like this!" A thought flashed in his mind and he turned around.

"Wait!" He shouted and ran through the cars that were slowly accelerating, forcing them to stop again when he made his way in a different direction. He ignored the angry shouts of the drivers and stood in front of the person that bore incredible resemblance to Nitarja, except that her tail and ears were nowhere to be found.

"Wait, he is too heavy, you will be unable carry him for much longer." He said and they smiled at each other and for the first time in a long time, he saw intelligence within those eyes that looked at him warmly.

He would kill for that smile and even if it was only another trick of the divine will, he vowed that it would be not enough to stop him.

"It never was and it never will." He whispered for himself and outstretched his arms, wordlessly offering to carry the child instead.

For the first time the whole of himself was able to agree. Sammael's thought of revolution stayed, but now it was not just about him and he felt his will had gained a different quality. The change might be for the better or worse, but he knew that he would never regret it.

A moment later, the three of them walked down the street.