“This is Sakamaki Izayoi’s………..last inquiry in his life. Answer, demon lord Azi Dakaha. What is the meaning of the “evil” you carry on your back……..!!!!”
The demon lord of the Black Death desired revenge against the sun.
The demon lord of the Vampires desired to purge her clan.
He asked the dragon that was sung as the demon of all demon lords, its desires, and its reason.
{“So you ask where lies my Justice……….eh”}
You're a human that amuses me to no end, laughed Azi Dakaha. To answer the inquiry, it gathered its energy into its fist.
The three heads and six eyes each looked in different directions, and embraced the sky.
Its crimson eyes reflected beyond the nebular cloud, and held an air of serenity.
While its figure was no doubt a monster, it looked very solemn.
“This body has crushed everything its eyes beheld ever since its birth. Life, cities, cultures. Societies, achievements, order, crime, public evil, proud justice and hideous depravities. Like a storm, like a tsunami, like a rain of thunder, this body has bared its fangs against everything in existence equally. But I…….am not a “natural disaster”. I am a being that wields the destructions that only a natural disaster should be able to wield, with a single will, and destroys anything by his impulses. That can no longer be called a natural disaster. Inevitably my being, the single word of evil I carry, is the final destination for all hero’s to cross……!”
Azi Dakaha’s eyes shone clearly.
The red flag that had “evil” etched into fluttered harshly.
Carrying the unparalleled word on its back, the demon lord opened its six eyes on three heads and declared
“Rise………Over my dead body is where Justice lies……..!!!!”
Like when somebody took a radiant sword to defeat the demon lord.
With its own death, it would declare “the justice of victory”.
The dualism of good and evil becoming the first trial humans must face, Azi Dakaha stood against the world.
“………So, that’s it.”
So that’s what he fights for. Izayoi listlessly embraced the sky.
In those eyes that held the abundant stars, there was no will to fight left. The inquiry that he had come up with using his life was answered by an unshakable resolve.
—Using its own life to show what is evil, and using its own death to pave the path of good.
The supposedly opposite and clashing dualism, was being proven by its very life.
The word "evil" it carried on its back was the symbol of its resolve to fight until the promised end. It was none other than the proof that it would not run from the active virtue and sinful evil. Carry out the ideology it was made by without doubt, the monster’s back showed the same awe-inspiring light as the saints that carried about their teachings.
“Hah……..I give up. I give up. I was the one that was supposed to be condemning, but I ended up being the one condemned. Shit, even losing in a battle of speech; how lame can I get?”
But that was fine. He got the answer he wanted. And he found what he had searched for.
The best treasure that he had searched and searched and searched for ever since he was summoned to Little Garden.
Concentrating all his remaining energy that could vanish in a moment to his fists, Izayoi delightedly began to run.
“So………you are the Demon Lord, Azi Dakaha!!!!!!!!!”