"The plague of blood, the enemy of life?"

Smelling the chilling fishy smell in the air, Vitala in the distance became excited, he stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, a terrifying smile on his face. "This kind of thing is really delicious......

Only for the living, but there is no threat to the dead. Pazis, is that why you can't face me?

As for the demon in front of me, how can he stop me?

Vitara thought silently, looking at the 'man' in front of her. Or rather, it really is a man's words.

I saw that he was thin, with a white cloth around his crotch, but his body was covered with strange oil paint. These oil paints do not constitute a complete pattern, but they are like an abstract painting, which makes his whole person seem mysterious and eerie. And what is even more special about him is that he is clearly standing in front of him, but as if he is in another world, his expression is full of confusion and dust.

"Dionysus, I have heard of you, the Greek god of wine." Vitara lowered her head and glanced at the rotten skin on her body with some regret. "It's a pity that I'm an Indian legend, and I'm not in the same world as you at all."

"As a demon, it is natural that you can perceive the dependence of the main material realm after reaching a certain level of strength." Dionysus tilted his head, his eyes confused. "That's why I feel so small and unreal every time. No, it's not me, it's the world, it's so unreal. ”

"The so-called Greece, the so-called India, is said to be the kingdom of the main material realm, where the human mind created us, gave birth to us, and strengthened us. Does this mean that we are false? If we had been lost in their minds, we would not have existed? ”

"We weren't supposed to exist in the first place." Vitala interrupted Dionysus with a sinister smile. "Do you think that we supernatural beings should live in this realm as a matter of course? We have the power and longevity that ordinary people can't have, and we can easily enslave them. But always chasing those lowly souls is a sin in itself. Thought is a power, so why doesn't it belong to us? ”

"We are this world, no, the outliers of all worlds, and we must correct all this."

"Oh?" Dionysus became interested and glanced at Vitara with a wry look. "That's why you're doing these things? What is your purpose? ”

"Of course, let my lord return to this world." Vitara replied without hesitation. "Only our Lord can bring us back to the source of all things, so that everything can return to nature."

"If we are derivatives of thought, then we must hold the root of thought in our hands. Only in this way can we achieve true freedom. ”

"You ......" Dionysus' eyes widened, as if shocked by the meaning of Vitala's words. I didn't even know that the wine glass in my hand had fallen. After a while, he shook his head and said like an aria.

"It's, it's great, it's a dream."

"It's the owner's dream." Vitara corrected. "It's the world, the real master."

"Master?" Dionysus had some longing repetition. "Yes, the existence of such a great dream can indeed be your master, no, it should be, the master of all life. Is...... It's a pity...... I don't have much left in my life, otherwise I would have thrown myself under his seat and dedicated myself to his dreams. ”

"Let's start now." Vitara nodded. "Why not? Our life is infinite, and even death can be regenerated from the source of thought. Come, come to our side, and serve our master. He will take you to the truth and master the truth. ”

When he said this, Vitala's eyes were no longer hideous and evil, chaotic and manic. There is just calm. It's strange that an incomparably evil demon can show such a pure gaze. It's weird, like another demon. Dionysus, however, could understand the gaze, and even the mind of Vitara.

Demons are evil, what is the definition of this?

There is nothing evil or righteous in this world, weak and strong. Some are just the pursuit of truth. If they are all creatures of thought, then what is thought? If human beings are weak, why can human beings in the main material realm give birth to the activity of the mind?

No demon can explain these truths, but all demons are blindly pursuing. Right now, there is an opportunity to pursue in front of me, but I can't choose.

"Sorry......" Dionysus sighed, in pain. It's a pity...... If you could have known this earlier, if you could have made your choice earlier......"

"Perhaps, everything is different."

"It's still too late, why do you continue knowing your mistakes?" Vitara was a little annoyed, he knew that Dionysus had been moved by his own words, but he didn't understand why he still insisted.

"Commitment." Dionysus gave him a clear answer. "I've made a commitment."

"If, this promise needs me to fulfill with my life, if, this promise needs to be fulfilled with eternal regret. Well, I don't have anything to say. So ......"

"Sorry......"

Dionysus sighed again, and it was the last voice he left, the last regret. Then his body melted before Vitala's eyes, turning into a blur of paint. The paint blends into the earth, into the sky, and into every bit of air. So the world before Vitala's eyes changed, there was no psionic furnace, no humans and demons he wanted to kill, and no more battles between Udias and Pazzs.

He became a drop of oil paint, like all dissolved oil paints, flowing and sketching in this absurd world. Eventually, it condensed into an unpatterned painting.

An abstract painting called Regret.

In the abstract painting, there is a sullen white-haired man sitting on a tree stump looking up at the sky, as if asking something, and a hideous demon standing behind him, as if explaining something. But neither had an answer. Because they have all lost the opportunity to go further.

Eternal Quest......

Dionysus, the last illusion.

No one can come out of the illusion, just as Dionysus wasted his life and did not find his dream.

This Greek god of Bacchus met the demons of Hindu mythology for the first time, but ended the contact between the two in this way. He longs for the truth, pursues the truth, but falls before the path to the truth. Maybe this is also a kind of torture for him, but who can tell if it is a relief or not?

Because the pursuit itself is pain......