Devouring Monarch: Rebirth of the Profane Phoenix - Chapter 59

Recovery – A Forgotten World’s Memories!
Asura was floating in a dark sea with his eyes closed, and the warmth enveloping his body flickered like gentle flames around him… However, he felt strange when he opened his eyes, as if trapped in a dream.

He looked around only to find the much larger citadel, surrounded by this beautiful blue lake, as his body floated closer to the entrance.

‘I was supposed to be doing something… There was an urgent thing I had to do…’

Asura’s body felt extremely heavy as he walked through the citadel—however, the moment he reached the main hall, he saw three women…

Their bodies were transparent as if he saw ghosts… one was lovely with her fair white hair and beautiful scales, she looked back at him with amethyst eyes and muttered “Bad guy… wake up….” he didn’t understand, but the beautiful scales along her neck and cheeks were very pretty.

‘Why do I always see you three… then you just vanish.’

Sitting on the stairs, in a white and blue Eastern robe, a lovely black-haired girl with azure eyes and an atmosphere of cold, her lips always smiling at him as she didn’t urge him on like the dragoness…

“I’ll wait for you. Come back when you feel better, master.”

‘Master… why does that sound so strange… It should be husband…’

Finally, sitting on a throne, a raven beauty… her hair was long, glossy and soft, her golden eyes filled with a sadness that made Asura feel like crying… felt a deep pain in his chest upon seeing this woman he couldn’t even guess her name, as her two ahoge fluttered, finally matching eyes with him…

Beside her was a large black throne and a huge obelisk made from black marble stone. It seemed to have the words Rebirth and Phoenix of the end engraved in beautiful runes, yet why Asura could read it, he felt vague, like his head was filled with fog to protect him.

‘How many times has this same thing repeated now…?’

Normally, I would turn around and go outside again after meeting them to a world with only trees and that huge ocean-like lake…

Asura shook his head and began to look around clearly, doing his best to forcibly clear the mist of those blurry obelisks just like the one behind the throne… All of them were linked by chains, thicker than his arms and black and red feathers.

‘Bird feathers? No… something more grand and special…’

His eyes looked at the main throne, where that empress-like figure sat with her soft raven feathered dress and closed wings, never speaking…. never moving.

‘Phoenix feathers?’

Suddenly, there was a desire to do something different. His feet began to step forward instead of retreating to what he knew… at first, he visited each obelisk.

Dragon

Devil

Asura

Devouring

Phoenix

He visited them all and felt the fog and haze slowly fading, but with that came a deep pain inside his body like he was being torn apart by something he couldn’t control… Asura endured the sensation of his arm being snapped, then became a reality as the bone cracked and twisted.

“Ugh… this… damn…!”

However, he didn’t stop. There was one last monument for him to visit… The largest and most powerful one that was constantly pulsating with two flames.

A black flame that seemed hot enough to destroy Asura with a single touch and a red flame… gentle like a mother’s kiss.

Step by step, he reached closer—the grand stairwell leading to the huge throne room elevated above the rest was filled with exquisite decorations and murals of two birds…

There was one red and the other black… but they seemed to be vying for the affection of one bird… Two males and one female? Or Two females and one male… It’s hard to tell with just their bird form.

“Finally… you came to me…” A beautiful song-like voice sounded from the woman… her eyes that were forlorn, now glowing with a sense of hope and concern.

Asura stood confused, the feelings from this woman’s body no man could misunderstand, a feeling of affectionate love so deep he might drown in her pure emotions, but he felt something… in his chest, two hearts were beating faster with each step he took towards this woman…

‘I don’t know your name… but I should know it…’

That was the feeling his heart and soul were telling him, that this woman and the ones before were special.

He thought they must be extremely important to appear in this palace as he finally reached the throne, brushing his hands along the arms as the cool, smooth marble created a slight vibration along the surface.

“What’s the matter?”

Her gaze watched him as he seemed to pause, fixated on her face, only breathing slowly with no emotions shown. He just stared into her eyes.

‘I know you…’

‘The woman who waited, who supported.’

He felt his mind ache as the current scene superimposed with another… The lady on the throne became a little less mature, sensual, and more cute… adorable, and the world completely changed into something Asura had never seen.

⁜ ????? POV (Image of the Past)

A young woman is sitting on the top of a strange metal box—the memory tells Asura that this thing is a car and used to travel much like a horse and carriage… Like the lady on the throne, he watches as the woman sits quietly, looking into the stars.

The difference is their clothes—one wears an outlandish outfit, and her wings are used like a cape, while the other is the woman on the throne.

“You’re late~ of all the places in Neo-Tokyo to make me meet you. Why this place with neither Di-fi nor a nice Moonbucks?”

Asura suddenly found himself playing the role of the male rushing up the hill, but he couldn’t move or change anything… like an observer forced to watch his actions in a dream with full clarity.

“Hahaha… but it’s beautiful, right? You’ve already heard the planet is no good… soon those monsters will arrive, and this world will be destroyed too.”

“This might be the last chance to see this beautiful scenery before you leave on the rocket searching for a new world, right?”

“Hah? Why are two speaking like you’re on a date!” Another woman… her figure blurry, but the fiery red hair he could never forget… “Sura is my fiancé! Hmph…!”

How can I never forget? Who is she to me? Are these memories of another life!?

The fiery woman came close to Asura, the man in this image, and life looked the same as he did now.. except for the feathered black wings on his back… He looked at the two girls almost like the opposites and couldn’t help but smile with his handsome face.

The image became fuzzy… a little distorted as if his memory wasn’t fully encoded, but Asura tried to listen in to get any information he could before the handsome male named Sura gave a chop to the red-headed woman with bright red feathers, making her squat before he seemed to scold her.

“What are you talking about? I never said I wouldn’t marry Helia… you will both be my brides!”

‘Eh? This guy is two-timing so confidently!?’

“…”

“!!!”

However, neither of the girls denied him… they looked at him with bright eyes… but the moment was cut short before something began to fall from the sky… hundreds… maybe thousands of huge black obelisks dropped to the ground…

‘Somehow, I can feel his emotions… the moment he saw those things that are identical to those around me now… he felt dread… reluctancy and devastation… and then the memory faded…’

‘No, these are not someone else’s feelings… They are my memories, my emotions! That’s why I can feel them so intensely.’

Asura found that he was no longer standing near the large throne but standing over the beautiful woman, his face close to hers, almost touching their lips as her golden eyes stared back without speaking.

‘I can almost feel the anticipation in her body… the feeling of her aura and this strange feeling… it’s her.. this is the girl from the memory… the one with black feathers!’

Countless memories from before that date began to flood his mind as two solitary tears flowed down each of his eyes as he saw her react for the first time, with both hands gently stroking his cheeks, wiping away the tears.

‘I was with them… and when the end came, I couldn’t leave with them… Tricking them onto a one-way journey, thinking I would be there waiting for them…’

“I made you wait a little too long… Sorry, Helia.”

“!!!”

Helia’s eyes widened, but the moment she was about to speak, his figure vanished from sight, as the entire citadel seemed more lively, the five monoliths all flickering with a beautiful array of lights and magical elements.

“It seems you’ve recovered… will you even remember this when you awaken, Sura? It’s fine… you are the same man, and the lump in my heart and the restraint causing me to hide is gone. We have all the time in the world to remember our past and enjoy our future.”

The female figure faded as tears pooled down her cheeks… vanishing along with the citadel and the obelisks…

Asura’s eyes finally opened—he found himself no longer in the forest or dying… but inside a room… wrapped in a strange glass cylinder inside a messy room filled with a thick scent of a woman’s odour.

He was floating inside a black cylinder with strange tubes and other screens that seemed far more advanced than anything he had heard of before.

A strange gel enveloped his entire body as the makeshift screen began to make a loud warning sound, and the gel was slowly drained.

—Patient Asura Fenix Has Awoken! Treatment Complete!

—Patient Asura Fenix Has Awoken! Treatment Complete!