No idea which soul TL'd this stuff buuut... Noice. Muzan's monologue after the meeting AND Kouha's narration of the First Heaven.
To live by one's duty, is it happiness or a misfortune?
I don't know the answer to that, but this much I can say. My life is mine. I decide my own purpose and I won't ever want to tread on a path laid by someone else without questioning anything. After all, that's just how everyone is. Of the six eras, six worlds I watched; each of them had their own kind of vibe(laws) but the pride that lay at their very foundation stayed consistent all the same.
I think, therefore I am.
To shout with all your heart and soul that "This is me, this is how I am". Find your own way of life, believe in it and risk your very being to carry it through. That's what it means to be human. That's how the world turns. Each and every person carries with them a colour that collectively depicts this kaleidoscope that we know as 'all of creation'.
People all have their own history, their own drama. Regardless of power or social status, they are all the protagonists of a story that they call their lives... Hence, I too think that's who I want to be and how I should be. Alone in this place where's nothing at all, while I continued watching others' drama(lives) for an eternity; I started to think about my own drama(way of life).
As the protagonist, I wanted to be a 'me' that would make my own chest swell with pride. For what will happen from now on, once more I think I should watch the process all over again.
The beginning era was a tragedy. In those days, I had just recently been born so I knew nothing, but now I can say that even when compared to the successive eras it was a rather detestable world.
First of all, people just died too much. The two opposing forces are constantly at each other's throats; washing away blood with blood, they continued to war for tens of thousands of years without end. A mutual slaughter between 'black' and 'white' that was made to repeat on a cosmic scale.
Duality of Good and Evil... is what I called this era, but really there was no deeper meaning to it. It wasn't an era where a scholarly definition of Good and Evil could be applied in any way. I simply called them that because those two gangs that are completely incompatible in spirit named themselves Good and Evil, that's all.
As a tendency, those folks who called themselves Good were so rough and violent that they were dangerous. Their appearances dreadful, covered in filth and their very nature was stained with hatred and resentment. They destroy both the enemy and themselves, leaving behind nothing but curses. When compared to the side of Good, the Evil were utterly brilliant.
Dazzlingly beautiful men and women smiled with elegance as they conducted themselves with selfishness(confidence). Whether they were carrying out the massacre of hundreds of millions or creating monsters that were like stars that devour other stars, there wasn't an ounce maliciousness in them.
May it be the Atelier of Destruction or the Murder Princess, despite the dangerous titles that they were called by; the Seven Demon Lords that reigned at the pinnacle of Evil were unchangingly gorgeous.
The more the villains laughed, the more the heroes of justice angered. I suppose it was just that kind of era, governed by those kind of rules.
It is only now I finally understand just how severe the irony of it was, but this beginning era was deliberately nasty is what I managed to express.
From birth, I was an unmoved, irresponsible spectator.
It seems to be misunderstood a lot, but I do not like the war. Nor do I kill more than needed. There was just a whole bunch of those whom I just couldn't stomach.
So, I was somehow busy all the time with them. I did not have an option to ignore them — that's how I was from birth. Nothing would change for good if I tried to oppose myself that way. And so, I took the sword, and went with that way of living, giving it my all.
There was no deep meaning or complicated circumstances. So I was hitting, gouging, chopping, again and again. I was looking at them, hearing their agony, shredding blood and being drenched in it. For me, it was no different from eating or exertion, just a very basic and simple part of living.
To take it easy, that I've already done enough — I've heard all those things from those who were worried about me. But it just sounded like a worthless nonsense to me. Even now, I still cannot understand it. If you actually think about me, then do not pull my legs. Even for a few seconds while they were talking like that, how much garbage was running around wreaking havoc everywhere?
By indulging in that hypocrisy, they committed the countless mistakes that could not be ever fixed. For me, the enemy of my enemy would never become an ally. In fact, as far as I was concerned, they were even worse than just enemies. So, it's unnecessary. I do not need allies. I do not have a single person with which I want to walk through my life.
In the end, no one was left. I killed everyone.
Previous God, the Good, the Evil, and even my brothers in arms. Standing alone in the wasteland of massacre… that's how Truth described me, probably. Although I wouldn't want to be compared to that brat Hajun, in a sense, we might be birds of a feather.
