REVELATION OF THE DEVOTED CULTIST AND THE DIARY OF THE LOYAL DEVOTEE.

The statue will protect the flower from the flames.

'Heaven's rage' is slowly moving.

'Mandatum Iussionem' of the other side will be taken by a traitor.

The other side will no longer have 'order'.

Some may celebrate, some may cry.

A fallen will eventually deal with the consequences. Be it paid with blood, be it paid with the very essence of the angels they will never found.

Someday, everyone will find the answer to all questions in the flower.

Rejoice, Fallen.

A descendant of thee will take over Solandis.

Alas, your devoted-believer.

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Today marks the day since the last time I've contacted someone out of Nefarith with the Iussio.

Iussio, mainly named Mandatum Iussionem by the principal—was a device a child like me shouldn't find out about. Ephraim and Luciel would've been better to know all of this instead of me.

All I did before was simply turning on the Iussio.

And I've stumbled upon a child my age, in a place I've already known never would have exists on Nefarith, constantly wondering were all of the 'living stones' an unintentional error made by the principal.

I mistakenly laughed, watching the confused child asking such a dumb question. We have been punished by getting a stone planted to our nerves..

Or ... a different 'order' out there ...exists?

"Their mistake was never meant to be unintentional, are you THAT stupid?"

Never have I known that those words would came out of my mouth over some harmless question by a child. Out of panic, I have turned off the device. Leaving it on the right position at the Basilica, then left.

Given the question the child asked that keeps lingering in my mind, I've rushed to wrote something in my diary. A move I had never managed to really do before.

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Dear, beings in the sky.

All fallen angels here wanted was a place to live at peace without it being torture and war because of 'order'.

Is order really the main issue of our existence?

Why can't we live at peace?

When did life turn bitter without any hint of sweetness?

Like a fine meal on the table that no one tasted.

It has gone bad through no one's doing.

And a faux plate on the table no one used.

It has break through no one's doing.

Answer my questions, dear divine beings. I'll wait for your answers, no matter how many years it takes.

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Through the child's not-so-silly question, I've experienced what's called confusion.

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Now, here I am haunted by the guilt and sins I've committed since I was born unto this world.