Yo, Holico here, sorry I had to make some changes, cause it doesn't connect well to the idea, sorry for the inconvenience, I truly am sorry, so here' is the re-write with some changes. oh, and thanks for the fav and follow!
Disclaimer: I do not own Hyperdimension Neptunia, Though, I own the Oc and this fic.
Chapter 0: Prologue
(No POV)
On a room barely lit, a figure could be seen.
That figure was a girl, illuminated by the light of the moon that comes from the windows.
Sitting on a chair in the middle of a large room, surrounded by mountain of dusty books.
And on her hands, she held a leather covered book.
But she know's that what she holds is not like any books.
It was a journal.
His journal.
She knew that all the answer she needed lies on the journal she holds but yet...
...She's hesitating.
Why is she hesitating.
When she could learn of His weakness.
When she could learn how to defeat him.
And all she has to do is read his journal.
So why?
...
...
...
...Because she knew that there is something else written in his journal.
Something that will only hurt her.
Thinking hard weather to read the book or just give up and let him keep the truth, he was the reason why everyone was hurt.
Why did it has to end like this?
How did this happened?
She don't know why.
She don't know how.
She don't know.
She just, don't really know.
So why is she hesitating on reading his journal?
And why does something tells her that reading this journal would only hurt her?
This is so confusing.
But she has to choose weather to read or just give up and let him keep the truth.
Gritting her teeth, she remembered that he was the reason why her sister and friends were put to danger..
The once hesitation she felt ceased and turns to determination.
So...
She made her choice.
She chose to read the journal.
This is for the best, even though she doesn't trust her anymore, this is for the best, for her to learn the truth, to why 'They' come.
Opening the journal, she found a letter on the first page.
Taking a breath she started reading.
~~~~~0~~~~~
A once proud nation I led, now a ruin.
Family and friends I had interacted and grew to love, now a distant memory.
Failures I had done wanting to be corrected, but now far too late.
Sins I had committed will haunt me forever.
A God of a proud nation, now a God of a ruined nation.
A Curse I carry will be my burden forever.
And in solitary forever I will live.
And to you my dear reader, whom managed to find my journal.
Will you listen to my confession.
A confession of a Fallen God?
Will you read or will you stop?
And if you choose to read, will you grow to hate me too or something else?
the choice is yours to make.
But I still ask of you.
Will you listen to this fools confession?
~~~~~0~~~~~
She again took a breath.
She had made her choice, and she will not turn back.
After all, he once said.
"If you had made your choice, be sure that the choice you made is right, if not, then be prepared for the consequence of the choice you made."
His words, not hers.
But it fills her with dread, that for the very first time, she will regret the choice she has made.
And she is afraid to face the consequence of made choice.
But...
...She had made her choice, and it is far too late to stop.
And thus she take a breath once more, she flipped and continued reading, not knowing of what awaits her.
~~~~~0~~~~~
In the shadow's, he watched.
Watching the girl who, through sheer luck, wormed her way to his heart.
On her hands is a leather covered book.
To which he recognized as his journal, to where everything is written.
Of the truth of what fate befallen to his nation.
To his people.
The mistakes and sins he had committed and done.
To know of what he had to sacrifice to save even just a handful of his people even though they will come to hate him.
He could feel her hesitation.
And wonders why?
But soon that hesitation ceased to exist which turned to determination.
This brought a smile to his face, this was the reason she manage to worm her way to his heart, she reminds him of his friends and his people.
To which he can never see again.
Thinking back of the past, before that day happens, where everything was normal, it brings a little joy to his heart, ceasing a bit his maddened mind.
"I wonder..." he whispered.
He wondered what will she do after she learned of everything.
Will her hate to him grow?
Or...
Will she pity him.
Suddenly, he heard her stand up letting his journal, which was halfway done, fall to the floor.
"huh, she was already halfway done?" he blinked owlishly.
Despite her laziness, she is very fast in finishing something if only she put her mind into it.
He suddenly looked...
...At me?
"Lazy author."
Shut up, having one 4th wall breaker is enough, but two is a headache.
So much for a prologue. Anyway.
He watched her as tears falls down her face.
He watched her cover her mouth preventing herself from screaming or something.
He stepped out of the darkness to make his presence known.
steeling his nerves, preparing for whatever she will throw at him.
Will it be curses.
Or will it be a sword to the face.
Or will it be something else?
But whatever she throws at him, he deserves it, and he knew it.
After all...
"So you had read it." he said, which she immediately turned around.
...He is nothing more...
"So what do you think of me now?" he said as he closed his eyes.
...But a Fallen God...
~~~~~0~~~~~
She wanted to deny it.
She wanted to deny everything.
But she can't.
Because something inside her, deep inside her that everything she had read, even though she was halfway done, is all true.
She wanted to deny it.
She wanted to tell herself that everything written in that journal was nothing but lies!
Lies!
Lies!
Lies!
Lies!
LIES!
But why does every words written screams 'Truth'.
He was the reason why her sister and friends got hurt.
He was the reason 'They' came.
He broke the trust they gave him and threw away the love that was given to him.
Even though she still held a little bit of love for him.
She doesn't know anymore.
Weather to trust him or not.
She doesn't know anymore.
Weather to still love him or not.
She doesn't know anymore.
Not noticing the tears falling down her face, she covers her mouth preventing herself from what?
To scream in rage?
To shout in denial?
Or to cry for him?
She doesn't know anymore.
She doesn't care anymore.
"So you had read it?"she heard his voice.
Immediately she turns around to see him, walking towards her.
Closing her eyes she knew that fighting him alone is suicide.
so she did what she can do...
...And that is to close her eyes and wait for her fate.
She waited.
And waited.
And waited .
And waited.
But there was no pain that came.
Opening her eyes she saw him, kneeling in front of her, picking up his journal, he stands up and pats his journal, removing the dust in the cover, still wearing the smile he always gave.
"So, what do you think of me now?" He said hesitantly.
Listening to his voice, she noticed the hesitation laced with fear and this made her realize, that he was scared.
Scared of what she think of him now, now that she learned of the truth.
Scared that she will also hate him.
She now learned the truth, as to why he was protective of them, as to why he kept them within arms reach.
Because he is afraid that he will repeat his mistakes.
He had done everything in his power to save his friends and people.
He did manage to save his people even though a little of them.
What about his friends?
No, he didn't, he send all of his friends to die.
And what did he got in return? His people's hate.
He let them curse him, threw things at him, calling him a failure of a God. And despite all of that, he accepted it.
Accepting their hate.
Accepting that the lives that was lost will be his burden forever.
Knowing that it will hunt him forever.
And even then, with a smile, he continued to live in his ruined nation, together with his once citizen now turned beast.
He laughed and he cried.
He Loved and he lost.
Despite their hate, he continued to watch and protect them, the people who doesn't accept him anymore.
Everything he had done, sacrifices he had made, was all wasted.
"For a lazy goddess, you sure could do anything if you only put you're mind to it." he said.
"Yes..."
Learning his life, the loneliness, hate and pain he endured, getting their acceptance, his hard work, his sacrifices, only to be hated once again. Everything he had done we're all wasted, because of a stupid war.
He loved his people too much, to the point he forgot to care for himself.
To the point he willingly killed not just monster, but also human's and Goddesses.
The bodies he burned and buried, were later the very foundation of what his nation now.
An action that brought tears to her eyes.
She wanted to cry, due to misplacing her hate.
She wanted to cry, because he lost too much.
She wanted to cry, because he was hurting too much.
He had forgotten what he once treasured the most.
Forgetting love.
Forgetting happiness.
Forgetting Hope.
It wasn't him who broke their trust, It was them who broke his trust.
He wasn't at fault, he was just a victim force to commit those vile act.
And looking at him, she now knew that he was desperate, finding a way to redeem himself.
Now she knew why he worked himself to the bone and that is to numb the pain he feels.
He never cared whatever work they gave him, weather unorthodox it may be, as long he can numb the pain then it's fine.
She knew that is not the only reason as to why he work himself too hard.
Because he never knew how to lead his life, his only purpose was to serve his people, keeping them happy.
He is lost, not knowing what to do.
He felt alone.
"Do you hate me more now, now that you know what I had done?" he said.
"Please don't hate me."
They turned their backs on him, yet he didn't, even their misplaced hate, he accepted it.
"Will you leave me now, now that you know what I had done?" he said.
"Please, don't leave me."
He deserved something, after everything he had been through.
Someone who loves so much, deserves to be loved back.
She can feel the fear in his words, desperately pleading to her not to leave him.
Closing his eyes, holding back his tears, gracing his face with a forced smile, knowing that she might not listen to him anymore, hiding the pain and accepting that he will be alone again.
Well, he was not alone, he has his servants who were loyal to him but he felt alone, no one to talk to comfortably.
If he didn't closed his eyes, if he looked at the girl, he will see that her hair had overshadowed her purple eyes that still sheds tears, silently walking towards him, and surprised him by her action and that is...
...Hugging him tightly.
After all, 'Action speaks louder than words', if you can't say it, then do it in a way they will understand.
Looking at him, she never see not only a teen that sacrificed too much, but also someone who is lost, lost in the darkness, looking for the light that will lead him out.
Tears still sliding her eyes, as she recalls everything she had read. Even for a little bit, she wants to be his light to the darkness.
He screamed for hope, reaching for for someone to hold to, wishing that he/she won't let go.
Now here she is, letting him feel her war and loving hands, picking up his shattered dreams, a forgotten dream of something dear and warm.
His eyes opened wide as he felt her warm and loving hands, it awakes a little fire in his heart, as she heals the scars in his heart, knowing the lonely nights won't tear him up inside anymore, knowing that the burden he carries will be lighten, even if it's a little bit.
His eyes became blurry as tears falls down his face, he still wears his smile though his lips were quivering, his body trembled, and slowly his hands snaked its way to her back, hugging her back.
"What are you still waiting for, it wouldn't be fair if i'm the only one crying." she said softly.
even she too is crying, she wants him to unload everything he kept.
And listening to her, the damn broke and he cried it all up, falling to his knees, she knew he needed to this, and she knew that apologizing won't cut it after what she and her friends did and knew that he didn't need their apologies, all he needed was them by his side.
He don't need anything, just them by his side, not needing their apologies, they are not at fault but "Them' for planting the seed's of doubt to them.
She will keep him safe.
He will keep them safe.
She rose so high in hope and he fell so deep in despair.
And she will be there to raise him up once more.
And so, the light of the moon left them, enveloping the room in darkness.
With only the cries of a desperate God could be heard.
And tomorrow, a new day will come.
And 'They' will come, to bring judgement to the Fallen God.
End of Chapter 0: Prologue
A/n: Sorry for making a sudden re-write, it just doesn't seem to connect to the idea that's why i had done it, again sorry. Leave a review at what you think, or for some mistakes.