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            A World without Misery (Interitus 1: Book 0)             Chapter Twenty-Six – Until We Meet Again             As he stared over the southern shore of his island, Caelicola said, “I think I knew from the start that this was never about mercy. As much as I hate to admit it, he was right all along. Hatasuko is the only one who could ever save this universe from the monsters I created. My existence has only been a burden. I’ve poisoned this world with the power of creation, and now I will be devoured by that same poison. I have ruined everything; I was a curse from the start.”             On a ship that he created a short while ago, Caelicola had sent his family away from the fourth isle of Aether. He now stood alone on the shimmering rock which was marked with a large square of flat stone, revealing the place where he had launched Hata...

           A World without Misery (Interitus 1: Book 0) Chapter Twenty-Five – An Invitation into Emptiness   “You have seen all that I can do and all of those I’ve saved, right?” Hatasuko asked with a demanding tone. “Be careful, boy. You’re making your hostility too obvious,” Lazaro reprimanded. As Hatasuko stood on the fourth isle of Aether, he forced his face to relax so that he could hide his fury. The wet rock surface of the island glistened in the starlight, though a shadow revealed the opening to a cave behind Caelicola. Hatasuko towered over him because of his monstrous size, but he stood at a short distance so that he would not intimidate Caelicola. Tiny trickles of water rolled down the gradual slope of the volcanic island. Steam lifted from the sea in the background and glowed from the light of the stars in the sky.                “I have seen it all. I must commend you for a job well do...

          A World without Misery (Interitus 1: Book 0)             Chapter Twenty-Four – Imaginary Friend               The chorus of screaming voices bellowed endlessly in the depths of his mind. Their agonized shouts swirled in his head; he could feel their cries as concretely as he could feel the soft sand beneath his body. Though the voices were mostly incoherent, and those which were coherent endlessly echoed the same hopeless shouts, Hatasuko listened carefully to the tempest. He analyzed every voice and investigated every word, desperately searching for Vaida. Every time a woman’s voice yelled anything at all, he felt a surge of hopeful adrenaline, but then the misery returned as he realized that the voice was not hers. The voice was never hers. He knew that it was a hopeless twist of fate for him to now dig deeper into the abyss, since he had always tried to ignore it in the past. He had al...