The screams of alien mercenaries still echoed faintly in the background when Jay turned his head. Mamako's form was trembling, her hands clutched together as though praying. Beside her, Masato lay unconscious, his chest rising and falling steadily after being knocked out.
Jay's voice softened, losing the cutting edge it carried moments ago.
"Ciel."
The air chimed, a cascade of sigils spiraling outward.
"Acknowledged. Commencing healing protocol."
A sphere of pale light enveloped Mamako and Masato, knitting bruises, mending torn flesh, soothing exhausted nerves. The glow bathed Mamako's tear-streaked face, and she gasped softly at the sudden warmth coursing through her.
Jay stepped closer, crouching just enough to meet her gaze. His hand brushed her hair back gently, like he had done countless times as a child. But now his touch was steadier, his frame towering and broad.
"Mama," he whispered, a playful lilt curling his tone.
"Don't cry anymore…. Go home… You don't need to see what happens next."
Her lips trembled. "B-but… Jay—"
He smiled faintly, eyes still glowing faint violet, restrained but terrifying.
"You raised me. You gave me strength. Let me use it for you now. Please… let me be the one to protect you."
Her throat tightened. For a moment, Mamako saw not the little boy she once cradled, but a man, a towering figure whose body radiated raw power. The safety she had once given him now returned tenfold.
The sound rang in her heart, silent but absolute. Safety. Relief. She was safe because of him.
Jay straightened, the warmth in his voice shifting to command.
"Ciel. Coordinates. Send Mama and Masato to where Lala is."
"Confirmed. Generating spatial gate."
A glowing circle flared beneath them. The magic of Gatom enveloped Mamako and Masato, their bodies dissolving into particles of light.
Jay's final words to her carried both love and iron:
"Go. I don't want you to see me like this."
And with that, they were gone.
Earth – Lala & Rito
"Eh?! Where did Jay go?!"
Rito's panicked voice rang out in the quiet street. Only a moment ago, Jay had been walking beside him and Lala. Then, without warning, his figure vanished in a blinding ripple.
Lala frowned, her pink twin-tails swishing. "He used Gatom… but why—"
Her words cut short as a flash of light erupted before them.
Two figures collapsed onto the pavement.
Rito's eyes widened. "Wha—Mamako-san?!"
Indeed, it was her—Mamako Oosuki, Jay's mother, clutching Masato's unconscious body. Her face was pale, eyes wide with fear.
Lala knelt quickly, her voice calm despite the suddenness. "Are you alright? My name is Lala Satalin Deviluke. I am… Jay's fiancée."
Mamako's breath caught. For the first time, she saw the girl Jay was betrothed to. But panic overrode the shock. She gripped Lala's hands desperately.
"Please! Jay—he's alone, surrounded by aliens—there were so many of them!"
Rito's face turned ashen. "A-alien?!"
Lala squeezed Mamako's hands firmly, her smile reassuring though her eyes burned with hidden worry. "Calm down. Jay will be fine."
"How can you say that?!" Rito demanded, voice trembling.
Lala's gaze sharpened, steady and absolute. "Because I've seen it. He defeated Zastin—our kingdom's commander—with a mere flick of his finger. Jay is not someone who will fall so easily. Trust him."
Mamako's tears flowed again, but this time, mingled with faint hope.
the Assassins leader PoV
Blood. Cyan, glowing, alien blood sprayed across the steel walls. The air reeked of ozone and rot.
From the shadows, the leader of the assassins staggered, clutching his blade. His breath came ragged, his eyes wide as he watched his comrades die one by one.
we who had slaughtered kings and toppled planets—were reduced to carcasses in seconds. Some were torn apart by invisible force, their limbs scattering like broken toys. Others imploded, their organs liquefied under the crushing weight of Jay's aura.
Why… Why did I take this job? the leader thought, bile rising in his throat.
If I had known… if I had known what kind of demon he was—
He turned to flee—
And Jay was there.
The boy's figure materialized before him without a sound, white hair matted with blood, violet eyes glowing with unrestrained fury.
"You're the leader, aren't you?"
The assassin froze, legs buckling. His instincts screamed to run, but his body obeyed Jay's presence like a command.
Jay's voice was low, razor sharp. "Who sent you?"
The assassin swallowed hard, the words spilling out in terror.
"I-It was them… the suitors of Princess Lala… they gathered their power, hired us—top assassins from across galaxies—to kill you!"
Jay's eyes narrowed. "Where?"
"T-there's a small planet… outside the Milky Way… they're meeting there, celebrating. I don't know exact coordinates—"
His words ended in a scream as Jay's hand pierced his chest. Bones shattered, organs collapsed, his body reduced to dust within seconds.
Jay's voice was cold as ice. "Ciel."
"Target planet located. Coordinates locked."
"Send me."
The world folded around him.
In Some Random Planet – Lospoco's POV
Lospoco raised his glass, laughter booming across the ornate chamber.
"To our success! The brat must be dead by now! No assassin alive could fail when thousands strike at once!"
The room erupted in cheers. Ghi Bree clapped him on the back, teeth flashing. "At last, that worthless human is gone! Soon, Princess Lala will be free again."
The air shimmered.
And every laugh died.
Jay stood in the center of the chamber. His clothes drenched in cyan blood, his hair wild, his violet eyes glowing like twin suns of ruin. The floor beneath his feet cracked, unable to bear the weight of his aura.
Silence.
"Why…" His voice was soft, trembling with suppressed rage. "…did you have to involve them?"
The suitors paled, their arrogance vanishing.
One tried to stammer an explanation. "W-we only wanted—"
Slice.
His words never finished. His body split cleanly in two, sliding apart in a fountain of glowing blood.
Gasps, screams, panic.
Jay's gaze moved slowly, like death itself choosing its next victim.
Another suitor lunged with a weapon. His head exploded before he reached halfway. The walls were painted with gore.
Lospoco trembled, bile rising in his throat.
No… this isn't possible. This isn't… human.
One by one, the suitors fell. Limbs torn, bodies imploded, skulls crushed like eggs beneath Jay's invisible grip. The chamber became a slaughterhouse, rivers of cyan blood pooling beneath his boots.
Jay's voice cut through the carnage, calm and absolute.
"If you had left them alone… maybe I would have spared you. But you didn't."
His eyes burned brighter, the Magic Eyes of Chaotic Destruction blazing violet.
"So now… there will be no mercy."
Lospoco watched in horror as the last of his companions screamed, their bodies ripped apart in ways too grotesque to comprehend. The laughter from earlier seemed like a memory from another life.
And then there was silence.
Only Jay remained.
News spread like wildfire.
Across systems, across empires, across entire star clusters—the story burned.
The suitors of Princess Lala… dead.
Not just dead—slaughtered. Their bodies were delivered back to their homeworlds by the hand of Jay himself.
On the capital planet of Ghi Bree's race, his corpse hung impaled upon a spire in the central plaza, blood dripping onto the stones as billions watched in horrified silence.
On Lospoco's homeworld, his severed head sat atop their holy fountain, eyes blank, mouth frozen mid-scream. Citizens wailed, governments trembled.
Jay's message was burned into the stars:
"Touch those I care for, and this is your fate."
Entire fleets went silent. Politicians hushed their tongues. Fear wrapped around galaxies like chains. The name "Jay Oosuki" spread like wildfire—no longer as a human, but as a monster, a god of wrath cloaked in blood.
Deviluke Planet
"Eehhh?!" Momo nearly dropped her communicator. "All of them… dead?!"
Beside her, Nana's face was pale. "Aneue fiancée did that? He… he slaughtered the suitors?"
The twins exchanged looks of disbelief and dread.
"This is serious…" Nana whispered.
"We need to tell Mama."
Their voices trembled, but the message was clear. The galaxy had changed. And Jay Oosuki was at the center of it.