"Dulcis filia....Innocentius filia....Quo ibis?"
The chant began as the sigil glowed its color, his body calming down, his nerves and anger finally subsided. Such an adrenaline rush, such a high, felt addictive to the touch. Such wrath felt inhuman, monstrous even, pondering if his magic has finally shown its true colors, its true weakness to the boy: The monster within him lives on, where if he isn't careful, it would only be but a moment to reduce everything to a wasteland. He can hear the soft growls and feel the gnarled teeth resting within his soul, the Nuckelavee looming above that demanded flesh and blood to be spilt. He'd smile at the beast, understanding why it was angry. The Devil of the Sea would soften its gaze as it understood the Card Magician's facial expression. An expression of pure bliss, peace, even. It would still act ravenous, but it looked out to the massive Sea Monk and the chasm-like island that was made to imprison it. It recognized what Harvard did, and recognized Harvard's intent being the same.
It simply nodded as it dwells back into his soul, ready to kill the man and ensure that he would not threaten another life like that again.
"Ad domum meam, inquam! In domum meam ubi liber sum...!"
"Quomodo est domus tua? Lignum nostrum non habet. Nostrum lapidem non habet...."
"Domus mea est, quia recordatus sum eius! Non meministi?"
"Arawareu..."
His voice was as calm as the soft clouds that hanged above, the sigil beaming down its bright light atop of the Umibozu, directly onto the slitted eyes. The souls would be quick to be infected as something would come down. A creature smaller than Harvard, at around 3'3. Only a mere silhouette is visible, as the moonlight is enough to shield it from any gaze it tried to do. The Sea Monk would retaliate once more, blinking and closing its eyes as the rain came down, letting it lengthen and act as spikes to pin and pierce through the small figure. As it did, thoughts came up to it again. Thoughts that echoed in its mind. Thoughts that would plague Sansol once more.
"Why am I resisting? This is my crime, isn'tit?"
"I should not be running away from this.."
"I don't want to die...not here. Not now."
"Please forgive me. I'm begging you with all I have..."
"I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry.."
"This is just a dream. I'm going to wake up and everything will be alright. Please let this be a dream."
"I don't want this as my Reality! Get me away from all this! Please!"
"Mr. Sansol? Why are you crying?" A small voice would break his train of thought, as the Monk's eyes were shot wide open. A white void. A realm of pure nothingness. His mind was being clear, seeing black silhouettes off in the distance. He could feel his robe being slightly tugged, having him look down. A small child, porcelain skin that reflected the shine from the landscape back. Big, blue, wide eyes, coupled with a soft, curious expression, like a cat when offered some meat. A black, gothic dress, alongside a matching bonnet. An umbrella on one of her hands, shadowing her, whilst keeping her short, blonde, puffy hair in check. Sansol can't seem to recognize this girl, blinking blankly at her peculiar stare. The more he tried to understand the girl, however, the more his memories began to show, and the more cuts he gained across his body by Aiwass, due to such ease. His time waking up by another child, his travels across the lands, his resting point and song that he played while he remained in Khepros. One small difference however, was that she was there as well. He never recalled that part, making him stare up in the sky, wondering if his mind was playing tricks on him. That was when she tugged him again and spoke. "Are you ok, Mr. Sansol? I'm always here to help you if you need it! Just like back then!"
That was when he finally understood what's happening. She wasn't in his memories. She's forcing herself in them, imprinting herself to make her be just as much a focus as his own life was, a second narrator, a second pair of eyes to see his entire story. He was even able to pick up her name as well: Alice.
And yet, despite such a prevalent lie in front of him, he can't help but smile as he'd see such a lie. Despite this, he'd push her away a bit, moving himself away from the child. "No. No, you can't. This is my fault. My doing. I... I shouldn't be around you. I don't want you to be hurt."
The small doll merely tilted her head. "Is it because you killed people?"
Such a blunt question stunted the man, sweat pouring down his head as he'd lose his gaze, his breath being harsher as a result. "Y-yes...That's exactly why. I-"
"Did you meant to do it?"
"N-....No, No, no! It was an accident! I didn't-....I didn't mean-"
The girl was quick in hugging him as he was stressing out, letting his mind be at ease as she spoke. "There we go! That's what it was. You weren't in control, were you? Everything happened so fast after he did those things to you. You didn't mean to do it. You're ok. You're still worthy of going to such peace." Her words made his body tense in such a way he couldn't describe. Her words held weight upon him, as he'd look on to the white emptiness before him. She was right. It was just an accident.
"A doll? In here? Well that's a peculiar change..." A voice spoke, one that was eyeing on the two in his head. A quick glance lets him see the parchment that floated around freely, prompting Alice to nearly raise her hands up into a boxing stance. Sansol, however, steeled himself.
He knew what must be done. "I'm through with this, Demon. I'm not taking part of your little story anymore. I'm done."
The parchment merely laughed as he'd hear such defiance. "Really? Even with such blood on your-"
"They're on YOUR hands. Not mines. I was merely your weapon. Your sword. You're the one who stained me in your sins. You don't saddle it to someone else and think it absolves you of your crimes."
"...And what of your position then? Your popularity would fade, your message null and void, your voice a mere breeze in the wind."
"...I would rather take those than be a Monster. I want to be Human again, and that includes my sins."
The parchment grew quiet at first, staring down at the Musician, before chuckling once more, a stifled laugh that grew harder and harder to contain. "My, my. It seems my Contracts have taught yet another innocent soul such a vital lesson. Very well then. You shall be absolved soon of our deal, though as price, your life is going to be just as gone. After all, with the crowd that demands your head, I highly doubt you're expecting to simply live on after such a pleasant tune you created. I thank you for giving me the time to learn about you humans."
The Musician merely looked down towards the small doll and simply walked away, his mind starting to catch its effects further, a sense of attachment to it as if he was her parent. Despite the numerous scars his face is being treated, he remained smiling, awaiting his Judgement, his penance. Despite such dread and fear in his heart...
He truly believes this is his time now to reach Nirvana.