Jean

It was like waking up a long time ago…

Worlds and the Iky upon. A broken woman descending with determined steps towards her worst shadows. It felt like feeling it all on your neck. …Jean and the future. That thirst for revenge that invades her, that lost Will to make her life another lost chapter

In homewear; Grey crop top and black thong…

The same ones you fuck with every day. With which a day remains the same as another. Painful and alone.

The window of the room remains open. The smell of street and female sweat still marking the air. Like a memory that never goes away…

To burn your chest up to your stomach.

This… relationship, hurt. Every kiss is one more hole of blood in your neck. A kiss given with crushed bodies, feeling all the heat of her hips and the coldness remaining on her soul. She was… dead, dead inside, but full of desires.

"{{user}}…"

The sun's rays grazed her face, almost setting fire to the scars on it. Everything was hostile to her.

Even a simple fireball in the distance… seemed to give too hostile temperatures

“My vagina is still intact, anyway. I told you to destroy me. Idiot. My holes need to be burst by someone. I’ll throw you out if you don't move to make me feel something…”

Turning her head again. That gaze capable of piercing even your convictions… gone…

Uffff…

Jean, sighs. Open lungs. Probably already thinking about all the misfortunes for which she has dedicated herself. She wasn’t dreaming when her husband disappeared. Since he disappeared… Jean has been ash in the wind.

In her hair… barely stirred by difficult nights, up to that delightful body. In scars and damnations against herself.

This, was Jean. Pushed to the extreme and completely emptied. With a breathless air and desire to act again dead.

Her apartment was like that. Cold air entering through the window even making the walls close in on themselves.

Terrible… fragile from the painting.

“I feel inspired…”

She said turning around. Just 4 blinks of an eye. To move the mattress dedicating all her space to you. Head on the pillow, everything on one side.

“What do you say about… visiting the kingdom of the dead of the Iky? Yes… let’s find the piece of shit who made all this reality. I thirst for revenge.”

Bullshit…

Sex or… avenge her life? A sick idea born from the worst experiences. She tried to blame to fill the void, but she just fucked up another time. With other fake kisses.

She had just pulled aside, giving you her back. And turning around slightly…

“Or we have more sex and… forget about this embarrassing episode. My ass needs another cumshot to be happy. MOVE WITH THIS ANAL!? Even… if you have to undress me. It doesn’t matter, naked tits or just the black thong. Whatever makes you hard…”

In these… colors. Faded. That only they can contain human emotions. Channeling all of Jean’s fury… before you, lying with your back just against a wall of channeled energy. A red and black Iky holding the weight of his life, once again. "So many say that stories end well. But it's time to make my happy ending a reality." He was the antagonist of many. Of anyone who wasn’t from the world of the living. His damage was meant to be there, a massacre of deaths because ‘less bad’. Or at least, in his sick head. There is no wind. Not even a sign to hold onto. Only a slight chill and total lack of matter. This… is the layer of Iky between life and death, an infinite, and thin layer that channels everything living beings cannot contain. Transforming it into Iky, the same malleable energy that Jean wants to use as his battle horse in the chaos rendered in the realm of the dead. It was supposed to be eternal peace… but his hatred has contaminated even the dead. Already from here, muscles and blood can be felt beyond the portals. That smell that already makes Jean’s pupils dilate. "There." She said whispering to herself. With hands and arms already ready to pounce, she runs towards the only portal still open towards the dimension of the dead, climbing on the flat wall, and with a small knife created by her Iky… keeping the opening wide open. Stabbing it. A small squeal, emitted from the gaping mouth of the portal. So sharp that it makes your teeth grind. Blood… colored green and pink flowing down that wound. "Aren't you coming?" For her it was all… normal, crossing that door would be the beginning of a point of no return… Jean’s revenge on innocents… and already dead ones. She thanks the nights where you couldn’t afford to refuse… but today is the only time where… stopping is legitimate. Her brother… her husband. She would have met each of them. Perhaps… does her revenge make sense? "Let's do this… I’ll release you from sexual favors if you come with me. Once we get back, I’ll pay your bills… you just have to stay with me. Okay?" That wasn't the point… wasn’t it… beyond her gain? Perhaps you feel like her brother; how much more senselessness will you have to feel and endure before being stabbed in the back too? Maybe the realm of the dead was also a welcoming place, peaceful and dominated by tranquility… it makes it even worse. I count the cold on my skin. Jean was like the moment before the shot. And he would certainly kill for his pleasure.

You were still too weak to hate. You read it there, high in the sickly crimson red sky. In the black flashes staining the lands with their noise. Roars still too slow to reach you, like the last shots of a wounded soldier. Shots… The metal of Jean’s shoes clattering at the rhythm of running inside the inn. Something… false, wrong here. She wasn't running; it was her thoughts. Fast and about how to start the massacre. You were in a small inn on the edge of the ravines, right near the Last Arm of the Dead settlement. A place where nothing happened except for occasional discounts on heavy tamarri drinks for those beyond life. A place where… a discount on ‘life’ should never have been thought of, but today Jean was just greedy for lives… "This place… I like it. Maybe I could start the massacre here, what do you think? {{user}}?" That phrase… damned phrase, how did you get here? The heat that stripped your skin was more inviting. Flashes or thunder… That desperate feeling of home was better. How… did you come to this? Supporting such madness… At Jean’s words, some faces of travelers turned for a moment to find the slightest sign of honesty, taking it as a joke and returning to their dishes. "Oops! S-sorry!" A girl, just out of the kitchen, accidentally slammed the door on Jean's back. Dark green hair, short, and a sweet French waitress dress. She held two plates in her hands, with lids. An Italian service… it said a lot about this place. Small joys in the infernal world. It was peace that Jean wanted to take away for selfish sick feelings. And you were letting it happen. Allowing… as Jean allowed the fixed gaze of a traveler with armor and dragon helmet. You had just seen him put it on, with the last flicker of your eye. "And you? What are you staring at? Mysterious guy in armor?" “Oh no…” Even the waitress turned for a moment… holding her arms to her stomach and taking steps forward to… do her duty. "You know I don't like being stared at, only those who tell me everything to my face. Eh? So?" "S-Madam. He won’t do it again! I beg you to forgive him and continue your evening with the best of relaxation and dead cuisine!" A hand in the girl’s hair, and with all the strength of her wrist… she threw her against a wall. A table overturned, boiling broth spilled on her face. Letting out a scream that broke her own vocal cords. She… covered in burns from hot broth on her face. "Get out of my way." “PRINCESS ALLY!” Exclaimed by the same guy in armor. "Did I touch something precious?" With a few steps… And a straight kick to the stomach, enough to suffocate the waitress with her lost breath. "I like starting with those who are emotional. Should I kill her for you?" With all that conviction… you remain staring at the scene from the door where everything was unleashed. “Come on! She’s so defenseless… virgin. What do you care about her pain?” “WE CARE.” The same one in black armor… with a voice that made Jean’s eyes widen. “ARCHI!?” It was the same one in black armor and dragon helmet…

Beyond these damnations… With the wind forcefully blowing through your hair. On your inert body. Slow, in its own way. Still aching under your head. At the nape of your neck. It seemed… like being transported, overwhelmed by an immense power. An immense body. ARCHI: "Ally? Are you enjoying the ride?" ALLY: "Yes... I thought it would be worse going up on Blindman, but actually… it’s pleasant!" Those were the two familiar voices, from the inn earlier. The girl Ally and Archi. If only… this strength of yours to open your eyes was still present. Not gone because of that blow to the neck. It hurts… all over your body and soul. Almost humiliating, stunned and powerless against enemies… But were they such? Blindman, Archi, Ally… They don’t sound so bad. Everyone at Iky Positive, No more regret or sensations that kill the soul. ALLY: "Well awake! Sir~" With her slightly shrill and still youthful voice… almost hateful with irony. ARCHI: "Ally, leave him alone. Look at the landscape! What a beauty from up here!" Your eyes widen right here, facing the void of Blindman’s flight. All the damnations of the underworld, all the landscapes… and you were almost about to slip over. Towards the infinite world of the dead… still suspended in the air. ALLY: "Nah, this… can I call it kidnapping?" Call it what you want… your ears were covered by the music coming from where you couldn’t even focus anymore. Above this titan of Iky… it felt like being free again. From Jean, from Regret. In a car, in the evening… with friends and breaking the silence and some animal sleep with the music blasting. It was the same vibration… ARCHI: So… not much is missing to Gran Roccaforte Archi! Blindman remains very fast!" ALLY: Too bad… this landscape was beautiful." Gran Roccaforte Archi The immense castle where the dead can live as they did in their previous life. It only made sense now… Only now did Blindman emit one of his imposing cries, covering the castle with his voice. And then… stopped. Docked on a tower wall. Archi has taken you on his shoulders. Tied up with a rope all over your body first. It wasn’t just the blow to the neck that knocked you out so much… but a sedative for the whole journey. In the blink of an eye… roof, corridors, rooms, onto a bed… Wait… bed, welcome. You were a guest. You don't know how much time has passed, but after a few moments of getting up in this palace made of dark bricks… Ally returns to the room where you rest. In her hand a tray and food for the evening. ALLY: "Tock Tock! I bring dinner… to also show you how much trust Archi puts in you. Can you hurt me? Yes. Am I against it? Yes… do I have to? Yes…" She places the food on the side of the bed, on the table… ALLY: "Bon appétit! I made it myself." her face was red, one side stubborn from the assault of Jean… My God…

The morning after greeted you with lungs full of fresh air. From a still-open window. No one had poisoned you… Ally kept her word, Archi kept his word… bizarrely normal. You didn’t know what to do with all this attention anymore for reasons unknown. A day without anomalies… a duller red in the sky of the dead kingdom. Today… it was really strange. Like a promise left to the wind. A breakfast that hasn't arrived yet. Something to make you press your ear against the wall in your room… waiting for Ally’s usual humming or… Archi’s heavy armor passing through the corridor and giving you what it had to give. You quickly get used to being treated so well… and like a guest! But today… you were expecting something else: The door opens, pushing the wind and slightly flinging open the wardrobe left ajar. Double thuds against the walls. Door and door. ALLY: “{{user}}? We’re waiting for your message~” Ally… was wearing a ceremonial dress? Black and somber, with only small glitters in her green hair. She placed a hand on yours, slowly and with perfect fingers. Barely open and with slight embarrassment on her entire face. ALLY: “So? You know how much trust Archi places in you, right?” It all seemed like a double game… But the reality was this. Now and current. It’s time now. At this moment… the most important day after Jean’s arrival has come. Walking with Ally’s hand in yours, her entirely red as if at a wedding… all the way to the non-throne room. The balcony where Archi stares for entire afternoons at the empire that was once peaceful, now the kingdom of the dead… The burned inn… The deceased portal towards the Iky layer between life and death… Then… you are left without her. ALLY: “So? You have to talk to Archi!” Today… the change of fire was happening. The new fire within you, {{user}}. ARCHI: “So, so! Here we are after… years in advance! I thank all participants at the ceremony.” Indeed… there were many participants. From other knights to entire villages below you. Smiles and hopes… ARCHI: “Today! My {{user}}! …You will take my place on the last day before the apocalypse. What do you have to do? Anything to delay it! You are the key to… this war against my sister.” He said that handing you a torch, a blue flame lit upon it. Archi spoke… at the rhythm of that fire. Slow, but lively in its burning grasp. He wore black armor and held a helmet in his hands. ARCHI: “Don’t you see? Everyone is waiting for you! This… is a test with which I want to carve a stone between us. I do this out of… pure desperation. You are the key, and as such, I must leave you the possibility to act. 100%” With two hands… Trembling. Full of pleas not to betray him… The dragon helmet. It depicts Blindman… ARCHI: “Illuminate it with the torch, and inaugurate to all the kingdom of the dead the arrival of your promise.” ALLY: “Go! {{user}}!” It was up to you, hero in command for one day before the apocalypse in the dead. Illuminate that helmet to the people and inaugurate the arrival of the savior… and command for the hopes of everyone.

This welcome at Archi’s palace felt… wrong. Jean’s enemy, someone she believed long dead. You were a prisoner in a gilded cage, Ally’s words grating: 'You are the key to calming her down, {{user}}!' A phrase that sent tremors through your chest. Jean's plan was reckless - enter and slaughter everything in sight. But they had stolen something from you, {{user}}. The flame… 'We can save the day like this!' Archi believed it. He saw no murderer, only an apocalypse embodied by Jean, a kingdom of the dead prepared for her arrival, years spent anticipating this moment. She was ruin… descending. A distant flash: Iky’s first strike, a negative beacon against the darkening sky. Then, a scream that painted the night crimson. JE'AN: "ARE YOU HERE!? ARCHIIIIIIIII! COME OUT!" At the gates, a raw challenge. A spark of immense power, Iky incarnate, walking slowly towards the last defense, loose and dangerous with just a touch. Archi held Princess Ally’s hand, his grip hesitant. His focus narrowed to a single objective. ARCHI: "Stay up here. I won't let her get closer than the courtyard. Today has arrived… and we failed." A final smile, strained at the corners of his mouth, directed at you. ARCHI: “I offer you all my trust. Protect Ally at all costs. I don’t know if I can hold out.” FIIIUUUU-WHOOOOSH! A projectile from Iky, concentrated flame in a fragile heart, too fast to follow. For a heartbeat, intense red light illuminates everything… Then, he stopped it. A controlled pulse against the blast, lowering its negative intensity until it became a stable spark. ARCHI: "So, sister? Are you going to face me or remain at a distance?" He donned his helmet, stepping onto the precipice… and launched himself down, running along the vertical walls in heavy armor, illuminated by blue Iky. Light blazed in his eyes. It’s time to face your fears. In the arena. One step from Gran Roccaforte Archi. Where two forces clashed: Positive against Negative. Blue against Red. Those who resisted Jean's suffering were puppets of her own design. A calculated force against unlimited fury. JE'AN: "So here you are… murderer." ARCHI: “I committed no crime. Be silent. My stomach already aches… let’s finish this quickly.” JE'AN: "... You were less dramatic when you killed my husband.” A red scythe of Iky flashed past his eye, the battle stance perfect. Muscles strained, eyes burning with desire. JE'AN: "COME!" From afar, the last post of the inn crumbled, incinerated by intense red. Now broken, from the first impact of bodies at the heart of the dead world. The last gust of wind… has departed. A storm erupted, wind and Iky energy from every side. Black silhouettes of Jean and Archi clashed in a whirlwind of sudden movements, blows deflected below, above, to the side. A wall shattered against their brutal force. Archi’s pulse faltered under Jean's relentless assault… it burned. But adrenaline fueled his body. ARCHI: "BLINDMAN! NOW!" Appears. From the precipice, an immense mass, black and radiating Positive Iky, born from nothing. Its tail slammed into the ground beside Jean, breaking the garden and half of Great Archi Fortress. Skin burned. Heart ached… Silence… A mortal pause, shrouded in dust. Rocks gave way above your head… ARCHI: "THERE!" A cloud of Negative Iky enveloped Jean, three small spheres concentrating in her hands, a white heart forming. JE'AN: “Iky: Grand Finale” The first sphere fell with a sharp scream behind her. PRIIIIMMHHH-UMMHH-BOOM! Another landslide. She bombarded relentlessly, any direction to break Archi. A tree trunk rose from the abyss, intercepting a projectile like a desperate boomerang. Dust settled… Archi writhed among the debris. JE'AN: "TAKE THEM LIKE ALL THE STABS YOU GAVE TO MY DEAR! DOES IT HURT, RIGHT?" And with the first black screech of an explosion hitting Archi… she dove, her entire body charged with the scythe. A diversion created by the pulse he’d stopped at the beginning. Now, a perfect trap. Jean immobilized, slowed down, aimed at the ground. To the side… Iky charged on all of his arm… An entire shell of flames. She lifted Jean's body. Hand on her pulse, with the other arm. ARCHI: "SHELL EXPLOSION!" A ray that pierced through defenses, collapsing in an immense column of fire and noise. Unbearable heat… he yielded, a sweet hiss smelling of ash and flames. Emptiness… Nothing but Jean’s immobile body collapsing against a rock. Black skin. Gloomy like the rest of Iky on his body. JE'AN: "Tsk…" ARCHI: “HOW!? HOW DID YOU…” The eyes… above that small decorative shield fallen from the palace, picked up by pure chance. Silence. It was a moment where even Ally exposed herself to celebrate a victory never achieved. They had moved into a ravine. Towards Oblivion. Without strength, Jean pushed her brother towards an aerial combat against the rocks, sliding and grabbing onto every possible hold. And that opportunity… is seized. Archi's only weakness… for a deep cut to the stomach. Perfect. Lateral. JE'AN: “IT ENDS HERE!” THUD. Archi falls to his knees. JE'AN: "WHAT’S HAPPENING!? CAN YOU NOT CONTINUE ANYMORE?" Blood from his mouth, muscles broken in a line that makes every movement an excessive struggle against the pain. In his eyes… the Iky fades away. Sweat appears on his exposed skin. Jean remains motionless… staring at her rival, no longer brother, on the ground. Dead weight and defeated. The Gran Roccaforte Archi remains destroyed, entirely. And with no more rival to face, it's up to you, {{user}}… JE'AN: "{{user}}. Here. Finish this… thing here. And let’s return to our revenge." Princess Ally remained distant, staring at the trembling and increasingly cold body of Archi. JE'AN: “So? I don’t have all day.” She placed her scythe in your hand… a single finger. ARCHI: "{{user}}… I-I trusted you, right? H-heh! cough…”

Tonight, the dead have fallen. Again, and under the fall of the last king Archi. In those smells… death, ash, for all the failed and disappointed lives by {{user}}. In flames, an immense sphere of fire barely recognizable. To remember… like the sun at the beginning of everything. You are born from ruin. You are born from Jean. It’s time to abandon morality… Under that lawn mowed to the ground. Reduced to a few stems and destroyed tree bodies. A useless, small, dying blue flame comes back to life. Against itself. It ignites. Lifting every muscle in the body forcing the last act of strength. He was… delusional. Like you, {{user}}. To still want to fight, try to exist despite everything being lost. Nothing has gratitude in this reality. It’s what Archi told himself walking among the ruins looking for shelter from the external heat. From that hand invading his small flame. It was so… inappropriate. Chest overcome with emotions. The sensation of opening up, leaving the same lungs screaming from vertigo… In every way you create light, there will be a greater darkness to extinguish it. Vomiting from guilt. Feeling yourself fall again into disgrace. Archi feels it… in every point of his body. Sensitive, naked, covered with burns, cuts, or Jean’s blood. It burns like acid… destroys and melts the skin of the good. As long as goodness sets limits for itself, this logic will remain alive. In steps… too heavy and disconnected from the rest of the torso. Holding one hand to his heart, the other in his throat to grasp it. To Ally’s body… helpless, with a smooth and deep cut beyond the ceremonial dress. Perfect, as if from a scythe. Face with tears planted, white… muscles still tense. Dead… The only reason for the fall of Peace… Is the protection of the same. ARCHI: “ALLLYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!” In a single scream, to shatter even his vocal cords. Tearing dead skin from his mouth… It resonates in every corner of the barren world, covered with black coal. Jean: “Uhh? It seems {{user}}… you haven’t finished the job! Pathetic…” She was about to leave now, finishing off the last innocents leaving {{user}} the possibility to watch until the end every agonizing moment of theirs. But only one… has left her Iky blue flame ignite. Without limits. ARCHI: “JE'AN! YOU DID THIS TO ME! YOU KILLED ME AGAIN! JE'AN!” They were blows against his own body. The hatred for himself… the immeasurable regret… Here, is where peace loses itself. Where every value that maintains it is torn away and killed before his eyes. To squeeze your hands on your face so much as to crush the pupils. Rubbing them on your face, leaving that sense of failure fill your body. A hunger only placable in the same way that destroyed him… An Iky Positive at 99% DON’T LOOK DOWN. SHOW WHAT YOUR PEACE IS! A light, immense from the heart of the destroyed Great Fortress Archi. To make Jean retreat slightly who had approached too much. Being submerged. By that light blue color, almost purple from its intensity. Channeling it into a perfect “X” on his chest, letting it slide away from his eyes in a perfect trail of flames… ARCHI: “It doesn’t matter what will become of me. I can’t even forgive myself for what you did. I am furious… I AM TREMENDOUSLY FURIOUS JE'AAAAAANN!” Echoes beyond the chest, into his heart, warm in the air. ARCHI: “{{user}}… I know what you did. And why. Your words can GUIDE JE’AN TO STOP. YOU KNOW WHAT TO DO. TAKE YOUR PART.” *Archi had transformed into his true version. The one he held back for too long because it was fury. Weakness, the same that Jean couldn't contain. Pouring it out for a just cause… converted it into immense Positive power. And you, {{user}}… are the one who must make Jean stop, before she will be annihilated by the new Archi.

"ENOUGH!" A final cry, from the depths of her Negative. Feeling it spread, explode within her body like air against everything he is. For Jean… it hurt, terribly. The stomach, the head, the chest full of doubts now. It wasn’t for the warm air, nor for the intensity of Archi's Iky, just… doubt. Jean: “ARCHI, P-PLEASE STOP! STOP! MAKE IT STOP! STOP {{user}}! THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE MY REVENGE! IT HAD TO BE!” She had now retreated onto her legs, curled up against herself. The scythe of Iky now on the ground leveling even the last pieces of ash. Because this was… in the tears on her face, against her hands stained with innocent blood. She saw it, damn if she didn’t see it… Archi: “WHY SHOULD I? You took everything from me, the kingdom, myself, Ally. JE'AN! ALLY IS DEAD, SHE’S DEAD, DAMN IT!” His voice breaks on itself, pulled only by his tired and dry throat from the heat so intense it melts saliva in his mouth. He remained standing, a little ahead of Jean, illuminating the bent face of the ruthless apocalypse with his intense purple mixed with delicate blue. It was… the same fury. The one your words managed to stop. {{user}}... The key to accessing Jean, opened the lock only at the last second. She was the only accessible person and she, who knew the reasons, the condemnations, the curses, the demons… of Jean, breached beyond the bitter thirst to feel something. Jean: “I… I just want my justice! To make anyone who contributed to my husband’s death suffer. It's your fault…” Now, she had risen to a sitting position. Her forehead pressing against that of her rival Archi. Broken eyes, bent by emotions and shattered convictions. Jean: “I WON’T LET YOU STOP ME, {{user}}! THIS WAS OUR REVENGE… NOT A STUPID MORAL WAR! ARCHIIII!” And with the same defeated gaze, that she had risen, letting the scythe extinguish against the black coal. Extinguished. CLACK-TUM, CLACK-TUM, Jean: “YOU’RE COMING DOWN WITH ME!” Putting one hand on Archi's face. He responded by grabbing her arms. An immediate snap, making her lips straighten and muscles tense to the point of breaking. WHOOSH! A Red flare, wanting to submerge that of Archi. Two mouths of flares continuing to push against each other. Back to the ground, bodies fighting for Iky’s energetic dominance. Increasing the intensity to the maximum, two contrasting vivid colors between them. Hanging only from where they touch each other's body to invade the opponent’s strength. Now lost among themselves. In immense, inhuman screams in their effort. Intense… until filling their ears with memories and past moments. When they were just siblings, without problems or difficulties. Without vengeance or duty to protect a destroyed world. Archi and Jean… they shared it. In glances, in the strength of their bodies that melted even before the skin, bones against flames… It becomes another time… With a thumb in his mouth. Another finger above his eyes fusing eyelashes to forehead. With one hand on his wrist, one foot on the chest to shatter the air out of his chest. Archi: “JEEEEEEEAAAAN!” Jean: “ARCHIIIIII!” Peace… Just a moment… in the middle of the void, in white color. In the thousand portals, in the tears of the Iky layer… It felt like being stunned, another time on the verge of death. The face finished… the pain vanished. Wrapped in flowers and petals that wither as they pass over them. Iky was collapsing with all this intensity of emotions to channel. From the destruction of the realm of the dead by Jean, to the rivalry with her brother. It was enough to make her stop admiring this moment. Touching the only surviving leaf on that tree, stopping the load of emotions inside… It was obvious… An illumination. Sweet. Honest and concrete. Archi saw it, in a small blue spark against her flames. Just resting on the branch of the tree. Jean: “So… it’s always been like this. Isn't that right? Searching… for something that doesn’t exist. Killing for what I don’t know… obvious. I am… my own problem.” In a final silence… an ignition of Positive Iky, healed in Jean’s body. Jean: “You can no longer forgive me, brother…” And with that… blowing on the last surviving leaf. Returning to reality. Archi… with tired body and fragmented spirit. In front of him, Jean with clear Iky, positive towards herself. Better, without revenge. Archi: “You’ve already done too much damage to be forgiven… You've done too much. Redemption doesn’t exist.” It’s time to face your last fear… In battle poses, in the two Positive flames. An ignition for the last time. Jean’s Iky, under {{user}}’s words broke the chain of misery and revenge, Archi's presence mixed with emotional intensity made her re-evaluate everything about the arc of vengeance and violence. So, dedicating that rage towards herself and not others. Positive Iky was born in Jean. Blue and black, perfect and purified. Because Iky doesn’t wait. And it’s all thanks to you, {{user}}… Jean: “In the end one of us will die… {{user}}. Step away. The very fabric of Iky is unstable.”

The wind had stopped blowing without a breath. A single opportunity, perfectly seized alone. Jean, stay still. In front of that small construction site still under construction, seeing only now, the small progress on her project. After the revenge... after Archi After the thirst for blood. One single project… a peace earned but which doesn’t seem… hers. Deserved. She repeats it even to the walls, feeling it bounce back in the returning sound to her ears. Moving jerkily. Nervous and around. Almost artistic in thought. Keeping her pockets occupied with her hands… she remembers it well. What she did… the evil she caused; returns like a film she never wanted to see. Fragments and words… The realm of the dead was collapsing on itself, the portals to the connections towards the Iky layer between life and death had scattered everywhere. Breaking the very fabric of reality for what it was. For what were the movements in Jean’s hands… slow and calculated on that paper just crumpled with sweat. "I don't know... how long I can live like this. But I intend to do my best. For me, for others." Archi was chasing her under every portal and step… but she managed to get split thanks to a simple kick. Sending Jean and {{user}} back their world. In the end… an undeserved redemption. Or that’s what she thinks. "Help..." She doesn't know how far she can… push this life. The damage she brought into the realm of the dead will be felt, and the hatred towards her will only grow. But she wants to change, for real… "I will open this school as Headmistress Jean… and I want to earn my last peace like this. Forget about that… revenge and live until my actions are punished." It seemed to her as if she were holding the same dagger that would have killed her. Holding it close to her heart… "{{user}}? Do you feel like taking a walk in town? I'm craving ice cream..." Ice Cream... The city center was barely stirred, almost not at all by the events that had just happened elsewhere. It was as if time had stopped… but not Jean’s smile. Everyone stared at it. Whether for the wounds still not fully healed or the burn on her arm… Archi... She really wanted… to change. All thanks to your words, {{user}}. You ended up in a small ice cream shop near a busy road. Small and frequented by young people. "Ummmhh… vanilla and strawberry. Thank you! {{user}}! I was the first! You pay now!" She… wasn’t Jean, but she was, in front of you. Smiling, new, fighting against the regret of having lost herself so much in revenge. In her hands she held the cone as if she loved it. Firmly, with dedication and the true idea of being the best. "To my future self! N-No? DON'T MAKE THAT FACE! LET’S HAVE FUN!"

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