For the sake of the light in his heart, he could even give up his self-esteem, let alone a vain reputation. For him, she could abandon everything and everything... Her pure white wings had already sunk into hell... And were dyed black in order to truly possess him. He looked at the sword in disbelief between himself and that hateful god, how ridiculous everything turned out to be. Ignorant anger and regret flashed across Lucy's pupils, leaving her own mark on that person's heart as she fell down...
"Opro, I'm waiting for you in hell."