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Seta Souji, the infamous magnificent bastard	By : Rago_Dragovian Category: +S through Z > Shin Megami Tensei: Persona (all) > Shin Megami Tensei: Persona (all) Views: 7340 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Epilogue: New World's God
The blood soaked the entire landscape. Everything was drenched in it. Souji understood that it meant to show how humans sullied everything they touched with violence and destruction. It was a literal representation of what was happening to the world of humanity.
It was no mistake that there was no wildlife. Life was always being destroyed by those living to survive. The world inside peoples' hearts represented this fact.
Souji was numb. He felt devoid of any emotion after Izanami's final departure. He didn't know what to think or how to feel so he was left with a strange sense of detachment. He cogitated over everything he had experienced today. The false charges by the damned bitches, Nanako's kidnapping, the battles gone through to rescue her, discovering her dead body, Adachi's torments, the temporary satisfaction of revenge, the battle with Izanami, and finally Izanami's heartfelt contact with him.
Those memories… her last admittance…
The memories that he received from the passionate moment they shared had not been transferred into his mind. Souji recognized that it had worked the same way as when she awakened the potential of Persona within him from a handshake. She had given the power a gentle nudge. The visions that Souji had received came from within his own soul.
Bloody Izanagi had returned to Souji. However, instead of returning to card form, Bloody Izanagi had returned into the depths of Souji's soul. Souji was not sure why that was but he knew that it wasn't because of the Wildcard.
One thing was for certain… he was emotionally exhausted. He didn't really know what to do at this point. What could he do? He stood there looking at the bloody skies as it rained droplets of red marring the captivating landscape.
Would he simply die here in the next few weeks? He honestly couldn't muster up the feeling to care at this point. His family was dead, he had no way to get back to the human world, and a bunch of crazed deities were going to cause calamity upon the world eventually. All of his efforts and plans had effectively become worthless.
A strong outcry was felt inside himself. He didn't want to die! The manner of death was irrelevant. He simply didn't want to die! He wanted to live on and continue living the life that he had made for himself in Inaba, he wanted his cousin and uncle back, and he wanted to continue succeeding in life with his powers!
Souji sighed before turning to where the body of Nanako was. It was nearby where Naoto and Rise had laid unconscious during the last stages of his fight with Izanami. Naoto was still unconscious. Rise had woozily awoken and was hissing in pain because of her injuries as she tried to raise herself up. He tiredly trekked towards Nanako's body.
He looked down at the mutilated body of the little girl that he had cherished. He had sworn to himself to save her and had been too late once he arrived. The bloody rain was the only noise made in the deafening silence. The dead eyes of Nanako stared at nothing as blood drenched her face.
The body was beginning to smell.
Tears streaked down Souji's cheeks as he stared at the corpse in woe. His body began to tremble.
Rise sluggishly made it to her feet. Her body bustled in pain because of her injuries. She gritted her teeth to keep herself from screaming in pain.
Once she was firmly on her feet, she held her right arm to try and relieve some of the pain. It had taken three bullets from Adachi's revolver and now dangled uselessly. She kept herself from hissing out loud as she approached Souji. The bullets in her stomach caused her so much pain from even the slightest of movements. She had managed to keep going during the two battles she participated in, partly from an adrenaline rush, but she was now thoroughly worn out.
"Seta…san," began Rise awkwardly, her wounded and exhausted state made it difficult for her to concentrate. "I'm sorry… I'm so sorry… for everything."
"Please… could you please forgive me?"
Rise mentally hit herself for uttering that last statement. There could never be forgiveness for an event of this magnitude. She had foolishly stumbled on her words and worsened the situation.
Souji felt a hurricane of turbulent emotions surge through him at her words. She looked hesitant to say anything more. He didn't know how to properly react at first. Slowly, he teetered between two emotional responses in his distraught state of mind.
Finally, he cut loose and decided to snap at her.
"FORGIVE YOU?" snarled Souji enraged, Rise flinched and mentally reeled at his reaction. "WHY THE FUCK DID YOU AND THOSE TWO OTHER WHORES CAUSE ALL THIS TO HAPPEN ANYWAY! WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU! I DON'T GIVE A SHIT ABOUT YOUR CELEBRITY STATUS, YOU FUCKING BITCH! I DON'T EVEN KNOW YOU!"
"WHY! WHY DID YOU MEDDLE IN MY LIFE? WHO GAVE YOU THAT RIGHT! WHY IS NANAKO DEAD? WHY THE FUCK DID ALL OF THIS HAPPEN?"
Rise's bloodshot eyes tricked with tears once more. She shook her head instinctively at his harsh words. It felt as if he had ripped her very soul with his piercing words. She couldn't stand the guilt deepening.
"P-please, I…" She didn't know how to respond to his accusations. He lost his nerve completely.
"FUCK IT! I DON'T WANT TO LISTEN TO YOUR EXCUSES!"
The blood poured over both of them as Souji stepped around Nanako's body and grabbed the collar of Rise's shirt. He lifted her off the ground with only his left arm.
"S-stop! Please! Y-you're hurting me!" begged Rise, her stomach was giving her an agonizing amount of pain now and she was suffocating from how Souji had roughly hoisted her in the air. "M-my stomach's been shot! My right arm too!"
"P-please! Please let go!"
Souji let her drop and then punched her stomach barbarously with his right arm. She shrieked loudly in pain as her body flew in the air helplessly and she crashed onto the ground on her damaged right arm. She rolled on the bloody grass crying from all the suffering that she had just endured.
Souji moved to her side quickly and started kicking her injured stomach savagely. She screeched some more at a higher octave. She desperately wanted the pain to stop!
"PLEASE STOP!" She cried frantically.
He got on top of her and started ripping her clothes off. This caused her pain too. He grabbed a fist full of her shirt, pulled her up by tugging the shirt, and ripped the shirt apart causing her to fall back onto the ground. He pulled off her bra by grabbing it from between her bosoms and tossed it aside. She tried to muster the strength to stop him from tearing off her pants and undergarments but was backhanded boorishly for her efforts.
She hysterically shook her head. Souji pulled her wounded right arm sharply causing her to cry out at the sharp pain. He forcibly began yanking out the bullets from her arm and then did the same to her stomach. Throughout it all, Rise hollered as horrendous pain shot through her body wave after wave. Once he was done, her body was left to spasm on the ground from what she had endured. Blood from her wounds leaked out.

"It's time, you must make your decision." spoke Igor, "Do you wish to become human or have your existence erased?"
"I've already decided." said Margaret, watching what was clearly going to be another rape committed by Seta Souji in disgust, "Being human isn't worth the suffering. All they do is hurt each other to pacify themselves."
"I shall fulfill my duty and die with you."
"So let it be." said Igor as everything slowly disintegrated into nothing.
Souji would never know about Margaret's pregnancy with his third child. She vanished into nothingness. All memory of her and that child was obliterated.

Rise stared in surprise as Souji got off her. She shrieked in pain again as he began kicking her in the stomach three times. He finished his assault by spitting in her face. He walked away to blow off steam.
"Y-you aren't going to rape me?" She screamed in astonished relief. Rubbing the spit off her face. "I… I mean…"
Rise's thoughts were still jumbled and only grew worse because of the condition she was now in. Souji snorted in anger.
"Please, fucking with me is a privilege." said Souji turning back around, Noting her bloodied and naked body in satisfaction. "And I don't fuck around with useless bitches who get my family killed!"
"I just wanted you to feel the same pain that I was going through."
"C-can… can you please get Naoto-chan to a hospital?" begged Rise attempting to sit up as pain and nausea washed through her. "I… I know it's a lot to ask but I can't because of the condition I'm in!"
"Izanami sealed all the exits. We aren't ever going to be able to leave." said Souji bitterly, "We're doomed to die in here."
Rise was startled at that revelation.
"WHAT? No! That… no…"
Rise fell over finally accepting the wounds to just bleed her out. Souji stared at the pathetic display before him in annoyance. He put his hand forward ready to blast her with his spell.
"Mediarahan," chanted Souji, a golden glow wafted through Rise and Naoto's bodies.
Rise felt her injuries close up and all the lost blood that she lost replenish. Naoto's bruises on her face and nether regions were healed but the spell couldn't do any more than that. They couldn't fix the permanent scar on her womanhood.
Rise got up to a sitting position. She breathed in and out deeply in happiness. Her breasts giggled as a result. Souji couldn't help gain a hard on from what he was seeing.
"Thank you…" said Rise sincerely, there was an awkward silence that followed. "…How did you obtain that spell?"
"After beating Izanami, the Wildcard inside me activated and gave me a Persona." answered Souji, "It activated when Izanami made contact with me and I think I gained a more powerful one than the usual because of that."
Souji theorized it was because of the Goddess's gentle push during the shared moment together. When his body reacted by showing him those memories it may have increased his Wildcard's power too.
Rise looked at him questioningly. Souji scowled and immediately changed the subject to not speak of the event any further.
"Why did you interfere with my life?" said Souji spitefully, "In fact, how the fuck could you know anything about me?"
"I…" began Rise and then her eyes widened in bewilderment and confusion. "I… don't know…"
Rise had lost all memories of her meeting with Igor just as Souji lost all recollection of Margaret.
"You don't know?" shouted Souji livid, "What the fuck do you mean you don't know?"
"I-I don't remember! I'm sorry!" cried a panicked Rise, "I… I really don't know!"
Souji growled loudly in aggravation. He took a few deep breaths and finally just chose to fold his arms.
"Well, looks like we're stuck here until the world ends," said Souji sarcastically, Rise didn't understand that he wasn't joking. "I've already decided not to kill both of you. I should for what you did…"
Souji shook away the burning rage within him before re-focusing on Rise. He needed to keep calm but his rage and sexual urges was making that difficult. Even in the bleeding rain, Rise's figure was quite attractive.
"…But then I'll be all alone in a world with only dead bodies for companions. I don't think that'll be good for my psychology."
"Listen! If there is anything that I can do… anything at all," pleaded Rise, "Please let me be of help. If only temporarily…"
"I… I want to help you in any way that I can."
"I just tortured you, you idiot!" shouted Souji, not understanding how much guilt Rise felt. The image of Nanako and Chie's deaths were far worse than any physical pain for Rise. Rise rationalized that she had deserved such pain. "How stupid can you be! You want to help the guy who just tortured you?"
"B-but you didn't in the end!" shouted Rise getting up from the floor, "You ended-up healing me. And… and I know I can never make-up for what happened… but goddamnit, I want to help you!"
"And how do you propose to do that?" bit back Souji snarling, "We're trapped! We'll probably die in a few weeks! And Izanami said that her kind, the other gods and goddesses, are awakening to destroy the human world!"
"What the fuck can you do to make any of that better? Just shut the hell up!"
Rise stared dumbly at that revelation. An assortment of emotions whirled through her. She snapped out of her dazed reverie. She took off her shoes, socks, and hair clippings. She stood naked as the day she was born and walked toward Souji. She ignored the blood raining down on her body.
Souji couldn't help but look at her even in this setting. Both their bodies grew hard due to their respective urges. When Rise was finally standing before him, she pressed her body on his and began rubbing his bare back.
"I can't bring back your family and I can't stop the end of the world…" spoke Rise huskily, she looked deep into his eyes. "I don't think it's even possible to escape from here if a God sealed us in here…"
"But, Souji-san, I can at least relieve your stress… if only temporarily…"
Souji was about to forcefully push her away but instinctively gave in when she kissed him and pressed her body on his bare chest. Her arms moved to unbutton his pants and she pulled them down. Souji pulled down his underwear.
They fell to the floor ungracefully and wrapped their bodies around each other. They rolled around on the ground and continued kissing. They ignored the stench of death coming from Nanako's body and the unconscious raped body of Naoto. All they wanted was a brief respite from their respective personal grief.
Eventually, Souji was on the bottom and Rise was on top. Souji kicked off his shoes, pants, and underwear completely. Rise widened her legs and slowly impaled herself on his length. She intended to move in slowly but Souji grabbed her hips and forced himself in more fiercely. She cried out in pain but he didn't stop moving himself in and out of her vigorously. Rise dropped her body down, pressed her breasts on his chest, and kissed him in a fit of passion. He snaked his arms around her back and raised himself up into a sitting position. He continued pumping into her as she wrapped her legs around his hips and wrapped her hands around his back.
They climaxed together. Rise's body tightened around his length as he came inside her. Souji made a soft hum of noise. Rise let out a gurgle of animalistic noise before they fell to their sides and into blissful sleep.
Ignorant of what tomorrow would bring…

Years later
Seta Souji, Kujikawa Rise, and Shirogane Naoto would never know what became of their loved ones in the human world.
Naoto would never know how the grief of her disappearance caused her grandfather to lose all concern for his own health. He had only kept going because Naoto had needed someone at an infant age after her parents' premature murders. He had only discouraged Naoto from becoming a detective because he feared losing her like he had her parents.
He would die lamenting his choices in life and blaming himself for his family's deaths. His colleagues would honor the great man who spent his entire life devoted to crime fighting at his funeral but would never find his lost granddaughter.
Kujikawa Rise would be fortunate enough to never find out what happened between her family after her prolonged disappearance. Her parents would blame her grandmother in Inaba for the disappearance and bring her grandma to trial. They media hysteria surrounding the event would cause the jury to convict her grandmother of being an accomplice to either Namatame or Adachi. The jury didn't care to conclude which one it was and didn't care for the flimsy evidence. They simply wanted her in jail.
The truth of the matter would never come out because nobody believed that she had nothing to do with the disappearances. Nobody cared about the lack of concrete evidence, they news only bothered to tell the gossiping side of events. Rise's grandma would spend fifteen years in prison. Her parents would market their 'grief' over Rise's 'death' or 'disappearance' for as long as they could. It provided them enough to live comfortably until their deaths.
Seta Souji would never know what happened to Amagi Yukiko or Uehara Sayoko.
Initially, his disappearance was seen as a tragedy to an already tragic tale concerning the Dojima family household. Many mourned Ryotaro Dojima's passing and suspected that Adachi had found a way to kill Ryotaro, Nanako, and Souji with the help of Namatame because they had presumably been working together to commit the murders. Many rumors sprung forth when none of them ever returned. For a year, there was much gossip in Inaba over the tragic story and Yukiko's parents comforted her about the situation.
However, a desperate Sayoko came to the Amagi doorstep two years later. She begged for money to support her child because it had the same father as Yukiko's. Questions began to arise between Yukiko's parents when they were informed of this. They immediately demanded that Yukiko tell them everything. After two years of keeping quiet in case he ever came back, Yukiko finally burst into tears and told her parents everything.
They were disgusted by Yukiko's explanation and the admittance to framing the doctor. They refused to offer Sayoko any support and had their guards force her off the premises. They forced Yukiko to seek psychiatric help because of some of the outright deluded explanations that Yukiko had given. Several psychiatrists interviewed Yukiko privately and concluded that her fear and trauma had caused her to become unable to distinguish reality from her nightmares. It was with a heavy heart that her parents sent her off to a psychiatric ward for treatment. Yukiko would live the remainder of her life there. She would never 'recover' from her delusions.
Sayoko would never be able to support her child. She was too attached to give it up for adoption and turned to the Japanese sex industry of essentially facilitating prostitution to make enough money. She would struggle throughout life raising her child alone.
In the trapped world of the human emotion, Souji would lengthen his lifespan by devouring the Gods and Goddesses that were sealed. He would keep Rise and Naoto alive by forcing them to have parts of his power. Rise would willingly accept that. Naoto would reject it out of her newfound fear of all men and go forth in search of an exit. After never being able to find one, she would give in to Souji's power and request that he erase her mind so that she would never remember who she was.
Souji granted the request and Naoto's soul slowly became Norn, the Goddess of Time. This was done by forcing Atropos, Lachesis, and Clotho into her soul and merging them together over a long period of time. Rise's soul slowly became Ishtar, the Goddess of Life and Fertility. Souji found that he couldn't force them to become Goddesses outside of the Arcana they were inherently birthed with.
Souji would satisfy his sexual cravings by fucking Rise and Naoto. As time passed over the many hundreds of years, Rise and Naoto became the respective Goddesses they were given. Souji would eventually become Magatsu Izanagi too. Magatsu Izanagi would satisfy his profound lust by having orgies with the three women that made-up Norn or having a thrilling amount of sex with Ishtar.
The process of expanding their human souls into those of deities brought their own problems. The human soul was a small speck compared to the soul of a God or Goddess. This became significantly more problematic because they had nothing to do but let the rain drip blood all over them. As such, they eventually forgot who their human forms even were and instinctively embraced their ascension to Godhood.
After their ascension was complete, Magatsu Izanagi made sure to devour lesser gods to grow strong enough for his next objective. He devoured Beelzebub, Metatron, Satan, and Lucifer. With great effort, he eventually devoured Brahman, Jehovah (YHVH as some referred to this creature), and the entire expanse of the Great Will. This took eons to accomplish and it was a very slow process.
Once his selfish desire for power was sated, he expanded the world of human idiosyncrasy in his own image. He raised lesser Gods and Goddesses in an army and had Ishtar and Norn as commanding chiefs directly under him. He grew powerful enough to watch the human world from within his newly constructed domain. He observed human societies for hundreds of years and came to a resolution.
He recalled wisps of his human days in which the Goddess once known as his wife had essentially come to the same conclusion.
Human interaction is a lie. Truth only brings solitude.
That Goddess had sought a different path to solve this problem.
He would use his army of deities to take over the human world. In his re-shaped vision of the human world, he would be the iron fist ruler. All would abide by his selfish decrees. All would bow down to him as he forced them all to do what he wanted.
Humans would only act in support of what he decreed and not to help themselves. Nationalism, armies, bombs, and all manner of selfishness would be erased. They would blindingly follow his authority. He needed no justification for it. He didn't make excuses like humans. Humans justified and rationalized their actions through excuses. They used the authority of their government as the scapegoat for their nation going to war and most didn't bother trying to argue against it. No effort was invested on their part.
They only followed the commands of their government, their religion, and usually their bosses in the jobs they worked. All these systems existed for one inherent purpose, to control other peoples' actions. They were already manipulated by corporations, the government, and the media when their emotions pitched over volatile issues. Most of them purposely suffered daily because they were a slave to money. Obeying him could only be considered a positive compared to slowly bringing about their species' self-destruction through wasting resources and initiating conflicts.
All would hail him as the Supreme Being, Lord of all Creation.
He was no longer Seta Souji, the infamous magnificent bastard of Inaba. That person had disappeared into the depths of his voluminous soul eons ago.
He had returned to being Magatsu Izanagi, soon to be the conqueror of all humankind. They would follow his selfish sycophantic whims and praise it as piety.
However, he was not without his own struggles during this ascension…
Throughout the eons he devoured the other deities vulnerable because they were trapped in the seal. After devouring the mightiest of deities, Izanagi would need to sleep from the exhaustion of absorbing such powerful beings into his divine body. He needed to re-energize as he constantly pushed himself to absorb greater powers.
He would dream during his sleep. The last remnants of Souji's soul was what he experienced. He would have horrible nightmares about a kind little girl who had died. The image of her debasing herself would follow after that. He recalled failing to bring it back to life many times and learned the harsh reality that even a god's powers had limits. He would recall the miniscule amount of time in which the body decayed and let out a putrid odor. He would remember eventually destroying it because he could never find a way to properly bury it in the bloody raining world and couldn't bear to see it anymore. That was all before he re-shaped the world.
He didn't understand why his emotions surged such grief over this nightmare. He didn't recall who it was that he felt grief for. Magatsu Izanagi just didn't remember the context at all.
He didn't understand that guilt could be such a boundless emotion.
He would forevermore be tormented by this appalling dream never remembering the reason.
Bad End - Fin
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