Actually, the atmosphere wasn't particularly sad; it was more of a sense of oppression and absurdity.
Beelzebub watched Emma's wounded figure slowly walk away. The camera lingered for a moment on the girl's pupils, and something that appeared in those eyes at that instant made his heart tremble.
It's so real, so moving. This kind of despair and heartbreak is exactly what he couldn't find in plays or movies. There really is someone in the world who has experienced such pain and can't get out of it. This is also the purpose of creating plays all along.
In the past few hours, the prisoners have responded strongly to the massacre and the raids by the operatives. In a short time, a large number of torture and killings have occurred one after another. The number of sacrifices in Jerusalem is increasing rapidly, and the increase in the number of dead... means that Lilith will become very strong.
Beelzebub recalled the idiot director he'd met at a banquet a while back, whose name was Angel, I think. The guy had been smugly telling him that heroic characters were another hot topic among audiences.
“They accept their own pain simply by acknowledging his suffering,” he said with a righteous expression. “And those stupid…sacrifices, they can exchange this suffering for something of value, like money, life, and women.”
Later, they did indeed get a lot in return, mostly spiked alcoholic beverages, coins, and hybrid genetic creatures, which they said were very obedient and would never refuse any of their attempts.
The death toll is showing a steep upward trend, and everyone should be overjoyed. Different tragic stories happen every day, and the audience is as happy as if some big star from Jerusalem suddenly died on the street.
Now, looking at Emma's face on the screen, he thought that perhaps some people would feel sad about this scene, that it was so desperate, and that they were so invested and gritting their teeth because someone could empathize with the same pain.
There must be some people who have lost something important, and who have experienced desolation, bleakness, and an irrecoverable reality.
Will more people then identify with this form of suffering, accept this powerlessness and injustice, and feel genuine anger?
Would they still sacrifice their lives for it?
Beelzebub couldn't understand it, but he felt that if anyone were truly freed, they would probably want to kill them all.
He was sitting cross-legged on the floor, with a holographic projection screen on in the room, making it look like he was sitting amidst a large number of corpses in a garden.
Through the communication channel in my ear, the people in charge of setting up the site were crying out for help. The chaotic sounds were intertwined, and betrayal, death, and madness were clearly audible.
Beelzebub recalled the memorial banquet where the sacrificial theme had just been canceled. Several newcomers in Lilith's planning team were excitedly discussing birthday party plans, such as how Pandora, as a substitute, was not well-received. Then those idiots were taken away. He would never let talkative people live in Jerusalem, even if what they said was true.
At that time, he was alone in the deserted monitoring room. He casually opened a bottle of wine and thought to himself, out of boredom, that no matter how much they seemed to have someone backing them up, he didn't believe they would dare to stand in front of Pandora when the show started.
While these newcomers may sometimes be swayed by Lilith, they instinctively know that at a banquet, a greeting and a drink will generally result in a friendly response—that's one thing—but they absolutely cannot be alone with these top figures in Jerusalem in a room without cameras, or they will vanish without a trace.
They planned, researched, and implemented all sorts of torturous scripts, and built one disgustingly bloody hell after another... For example, the plan for Emma, after being sent to Beelzebub's table, he agreed to it after thinking about it for less than ten seconds.
There's no reason not to approve it; he's the creator of everything. I've seen this kind of despicable thing many times, and that's exactly what plays lack.
This place is a feast built on vomit and extreme violence. The ground beneath the feet of the powerful and wealthy is piled up with the bones of the dead. All the glory is built on their corpses, and that is what makes it great.
So, Beelzebub sat amidst the absurdity, took another sip of wine, and looked up to see Emma encounter the man who had fought his way through.
There, the razor-sharp rays of light devour the remaining flesh and blood on the corpse, leaving only clean, sculpted bones.
Those who try to hide themselves in darkness to escape are called cowards—claiming to find belonging in the time when there is still hope, a place they imagine, if it exists, to be a meaningless, tedious temple like a rotting corpse. There, the rules of death remain as vast, unobservable, and all-consuming as darkness.
Every time he hears someone use that "rigorous, rational, and comforting" rhetoric, he wants to laugh. They are products of absurdity, the dark side of Jerusalem, where there is never anything that can offer you warmth.
Therefore, those who have unrealistic ideas deserve this kind of ending.
In Beelzebub's words, this is what is happening right now.
Outsiders stumble into a terrifying story, where a malevolent vengeful spirit lurks in the shadows, watching everything with murderous intent towards all life. It wishes for everyone except itself to die, and torments them relentlessly in the castle, testing their humanity along the way.
Finally, it will choose the most terrible and painful one as its successor.
Thinking back to the previous topic, those so-called sacrifices, it seems someone just wanted him to make some horror movies and make everyone die a horrible death.
Beelzebub got up, sat on the sofa, still holding a glass of wine, and stared at the holographic image for a while, until Emma was torn to shreds, before he came to his senses and sighed.
Lilith sat down next to him, trying to offer some comment or change the subject to something more serious, but she had absolutely no idea what to say. No one could remember who that woman was, and she just felt it was a pity. After thinking for a long time, she finally only managed to say, "Who should we kill next?"
He remained expressionless, staring at her as if he hadn't heard her, but Lilith knew he had.
After a while, He Yu and Bamke met in the scene, and Beelzebub finally spoke, saying, "Whom do you want to die?"
"How about Pandora?"
"You're just uncomfortable with her, aren't you?"
Lilith laughed without saying a word.
She certainly didn't want her replacement to live that long.
"And what else? Which of these operatives do you want to die, or do you want them all?" Beelzebub asked again.
"Kill them all."
"Okay, let's make a plan then."
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