Iruma reached his end, finally coming to a peace—retiring from his 'Occupation' as the famous 'savior' and king of the underworld. Maybe being their ruler wasn't that bad after-all, he saved millions of demon from starvation and death of bleeding. He had remember his time and the cause of his death—which is rather spiritual and extraordinary, a war between the evil and good like the bible said, and demon ending up loosing. It's fate, being a human— Iruma had already know about it from day one being here.

Now, floating in a solid white colored room, let his mind flows free, giving up and not resisting the urge to escape anymore, he had been escaping from people his whole life, now is the time where the situation will finally be tranquil.

As his vision blurs, turning darker every second, he smiles to himself. Wether it's him actually loosing his consciousness in this imaginative world, or his existence would actually be erased. At least there would be less burden to handle anymore..

———

A voice recall, whispering within Iruma's thoughts, and the blue haired boy couldn't reply somehow. It feels like an invincible cloth gagged his mouth shut from even mumbling.

?!

The deep male voice threatened once again, Iruma blinked, but darkness still consumed and flow around his eyes, he could not see anything. Is God mentioning about that specific incident? That was mouthful to even think of.

Hold on—! Iruma hasn't said anything yet!