Before Wyvios would disappear, he'd leave behind one more mark on this cursed world he was in. As he watched his mind be corrupted into the very propaganda he would use in his golden records, hearing the tunes once more, he would get a small glimpse of what his attack left behind. While it was ineffective against the remaining souls around, the center land of the Omega's Circle was still scorched, branching out like claws that ripped through the farther reaches in the other kingdoms. The Biosphere left behind was burnt down, the ozone layer shredded before his Grand Sol. He could even see the magma that was cut deep far within the world he was in. He truly damaged Earth in a way where it would be hard to recover properly without some needed assistance from outside the Circle, outsiders that he knows would be rejected just like he would be. With such a war ongoing, such repairs would be on the wayside, only stifling fire between people and let them ravage each other like animals if not in unity.
He'd let his body charge ahead, melted and all, in efforts to further those damages, striking down towards Orochi and those around it, just to trigger another war in the midst of the current.
As his mind focused, he could see visuals of those that were in the bunker, watching over in the skies, as the Sun got closer and closer, melting him down faster and faster. He'd try to run away, but he could feel his legs numb, useless. Applin's hammers reached far deeper than what she thought, as his soul is unable to let him escape properly. Said soul was starting to wither away, drenched and burning him like hot wax, a living candle of a human slowly burning down, yet he still grit his teeth and kept commanding his divine self to attack. He could feel his vision fading, all he needed was one more push, and he would be able to ruin Orochi. To ruin the home that discarded him for his ideals. To ruin the people that decreed him as weak. To ruin the King that deemed his efforts 'unworthy and cowardly' as a fighter.
SHIKK!!!
BANG!!!!!
A pause from the massive, lumbering beast, right as it was about to crash into the draconic bones. A stab straight through his heart, a hammer into his body that expelled the contract away. He was leaving behind a massive shadow for Orochi, one that he visualized over the grass beneath him. He was like a giant before the earth, as he didn't notice such 'grass' were miniature trees and rock, like a child with a playset before him. He left such a massive shadow on the world, and that sword dove deeper once he got too close. He would melt away, so close to the Kingdom's edge, nothing more than a puddle of pale clay. Jesta can be seen with an umbrella wandering such fields, seeing the soul drift away into the sky, before being scorched under by the very sun he idolized over. He'd watch as it tries to flee away, only to be reduced to embers, as the body of the Morningstar remains on autopilot, remaining still, looming over such a land with its sword raised high. "Admittedly I did had to re-create your Contract, considering the first one was stained. Just so happened to have it made right near those treacherous backstabbers too. Whoopsies~!" He'd taunt, dancing back as he lets such embers disintegrate. "I did warn you not to overstep your boundaries, you know. Such a madman of your caliber should really draw a line before crossing." He'd let the music dim once all was said and done, changing it to a few somber notes, a piano-like sequence for him, as he'd sit down at a nearby hill. As the Morningstar vanished away, He'd plant his umbrella down and watched on the beautiful landscape, taking in that fresh air, letting this world be detoxicated from such crimes against humanity.
As he basked under it all, such expression changes. Another time where he was alone. Another time where he can reflect his thoughts. He'd shift faces, one of concern, as he looked up to the sky. "What has he done to you...?" He'd mumble to himself, disturbed. "This is not what I wanted my hero to be. How much did you have to take... to go this far?" He'd put his hands on his mask-like face, rubbing against his forehead. He'd watch as the clouds shift away, forming to be the other embodiments of such Sins from the Apocalypse: Leviathan careened across the sky, its head forming around to consume the 'Sun.' Clouds of Asmodeus' Dragon dared to threaten the Sea Serpent, its own claws reaching for the beasts neck. Beelzebub's ball-like form around both, smiling wickedly as it readies for its own sneaky snack at the 'Sun.' Belphegor's many arms reaching out in order to stop the chaos from disturbing his slumber, pushing them far away from one another. Satan and Mammon having their many eyes coat around in stratus and cirrocumulus clouds respectively, watching the whole thing from afar, the former curious to why they're retaliating at one another, the latter trying to push ahead and merge with others in order to instigate them, make them come to each other in order to force out an opening for such rewards. Lucifer, farthest from the sun, looked to be flying away, seemingly 'falling', seemingly distancing from the other sins, above all of them in such petty banter.
Jesta can't help but be somber at such clouds, as while all of them varied, their shapes indistinguishable, he could only imagine them as one person. Each one housing a monster, yet each one also holding a trait. Each one holding His trait.
Greed.
Pride.
Wrath.
Gluttony.
Sloth.
Lust.
Envy.
Each one their respective sin, yet all of them can equally belong to Harvard. "His desire for wanting to kill me. This form. This ugly state. I've should've been paying more attention to you, if you were going to go down this path. I'm so sorry for what you're going through. This is not befitting of a Hero at all. I may need to do a few changes, if I ever wish to ensure he's willing to play along." His mind was fixed upon his story, yet the role has now been tainted. Tarnished by hatred. An emotion he recalled well upon seeing the Seven Sins. He'd wave away at the clouds as he gets up, a deep breath escaping him. "Well, no time to waste, I suppose. We could always find a silver lining. Perhaps when he has full control, he could smile again. That would be a nice thought."