Sona Nyl: 1909 - Rosy Mask

~A certain month and day in 1909. Somewhere in the Abyssal Universe~

---A dark place.

---Jazz was being played in this dimly lit place.

Some may come to mind of a temple. Like it was from Greece or Rome, Northern Europe, India, or even Egypt. Or it was a temple of sunlight and sacrifice left behind to the Southern New World. It wasn't quite any of them, but it was something akin to all of them.

Some may even feel a hint of darkness in its dimness.

However, none in the dark bar ever thought of it. They thought and felt nothing of it.

For instance, something small, weak, and vulnerable that would have wandered in here would have thought "Oh, I see" even as they found their spirit being overwhelmed trying to bring down their fear.

Of course, Lily the Stranger would have came across such a lost being and tried to prevent that from happening. Lily was in a corner of the Bar.

She had seen the master behind the counter and conversed with them.

She had a brief exchange with the three who entered the store.

And---

"Who are you?"

The girl directs her words to yet another.

He was a strange one.

They looked odd.

His entire body was covered in a dark suit, his face obscured in a mask. It was Golden, as were their hands. Perhaps they were a machine, or they were gloves decorated in gold.

They appeared Human at a glance.

However, their head and neck were odd. They had no hair, skin, and nails. Instead, they were made of countless undulating tube-like objects, of many pulsating tubes. Altogether, they made up a human form if barely. wearing men's clothes, a mask, and gloves.

"I am the World."

"World?"

She was interested in that word.

She sat before the man and opens her mouth was staring at him intently.

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"I know what that means.
There are as many Worlds as there are People."

"Hmm."

"I have traveled to the Violet End.
There, I saw my own World."

"I see."

The person in the Golden Mask nods softly.

Though I was tired, I also nodded.

"Then I suppose you have your own World?"

"Indeed."

"What exactly do you mean by that?"

"It's something else."

"Then, what is this World you speak of?"

I ask them.

This mysterious person.

This Golden person.

They had undulating pipes, so they were different from me and A, but were they like the metal people from the Underground World?

"Base Reality. The World ruled strictly by the Laws of Physics. Yes. The World that I was promised to rule is mine, and I am its ruler."

"?"

"The Earth. That is my World. That is me."

"Earth..."

I know of that word.

Earth. The Stars.

It was a word that refers to the sole subway car running through the clouds, of the many twinkling lights in the night sky. The clouds, the sky, the ocean, cities full of people, and everything else on the ground that exists.

Earth.

A planet where people reside on.

A planet where life radiates.

"Are you the Earth?"

"Yes. In fact, I am Earth's Ruler."

"A King?"

"A King."

The Golden Mask nods.

Ah, I finally noticed it.

There was a pattern on the mask. That of a rose pattern.

"Long ago, in the ancient past. Looking back from the present age, there was the Great Race of Yith on Earth in the past. It was from a time that was seen as the Age of Gods or even before that, before Humans had emerged. I was someone among them who ruled over that race."

"??"

"Yes. I was the Oldest King, as well as the King of the Modern Age."

"That's right."

A King.

I remember that one with the big head.

Yes. Even now, I still remember.

"I suppose that if I were to descend upon the earth, I'd be descending on your country?"

"I would be angry."

"Is it alright if I can come down?"

"Well..."

"I take it that's a no?"

"...I will not stop you. You're a New One. One whose Gold is different from mines."

Those bright eyes were staring at me.

From beyond the Golden color, beyond the Rosy Mask.

"I have heard that the Lightning Lord has been revived, and I came to visit the Abyssal Bar to see how what sort of scale this Cracking Being is like, you see. It may be small, but it's certainly Radiant and surely Golden."

"Radiant?"

"I'm referring to you. The Witch herself."

"I'm not particularly radiating. I'm not even the Witch right now."

"Haha."

The Bright Eyes swayed.

Was the mask shaking a little?

Ah, I wonder if he's laughing to himself, I thought.

"Why are you laughing?"

"The smiling faces of an infant are no different to us, the Yithians. In Kadath, we call it a Covenant. Were you a normal child, I would have devoured you. But you're different."

"I'm not Human...but I look like a Human."

"Hmm."

"Are you going to eat me?"

"Indeed, or so I briefly thought. I figured if I had preyed on the radiance that make that Fiend Nikola Tesla tremble, I would have myself yet another Gold."

Mm. I don't get it...

Eat...what do they mean!?

"So you will eat?"

"No."

"So you won't eat?"

"I don't obtain from what I eat."

Is what he said.

The Golden Mask's eyes briefly twinkled, as if they were glittering---

(To be continued)