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[Kouha about Muzan and Satanael]
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Shinga: Standing alone in the wasteland of massacre... Truly the pinnance of military arts.
Shinga: I am glad that such a man was born uder my law.
Shinga: Well then, strike me down. Next is your turn.
And with that, the first era came to an end.
That man who killed the first god and usurped the Throne became the second god.
His name was — the Remorseless.
And his law was perfectly described by that single word.
Muzan: My heirs — those who are born in my Paradise of the Fallen. Feel no shame nor regret. Feel no remorse for your evil deeds.
Muzan: Live in embrace of sin and punishment. Such is the nature of man.
The era of the Remorseless was the one where evil preys on evil. A complete chaos, simply speaking.
Everyone was bearing an original sin, and living in the world of suffering.
Survival of the fittest, everyone devouring each other in pursuit of pleasure and personal gain — a world without a single truly good person. Strength is the justice — no one would argue that here.
From the desires bound by nothing, the civilization raised quickly, and with it, grew the sin. It repeated, again and again.
Like an overipped fruit, with a sweet smell as if from the flames of Hell, but at the same time, tempting like a Paradise.
In comparsion with the original world, this one was much more lively — and full of smiles. Because without the shame or regret, there was no grief as well.
With the strength being justice, this era was good for the strong ones. Even if one was overpowered by another, there was nothing complicated in that. In a sense, it was a very pure world.
Very lively and merry, a foolish world filled with foolish people.
As the Remorseless said, it may have been very human-like. But exactly because of that...
Just like the Remorseless raised to end the wars, another man was born to end the desire.
From the skyskrapper of science and technology, the pinnance of splenduor — the man who callenged the Heavens.
Satanael: The purification of sin — such is my raison d'être.
Satanael: To wash away any filth from this world.
This man was furious. Just like Muzan, he wanted to exterminate all the evil.
Like father, like son — this similarity was too strong for me to not feel like their nature was the same.
Of course, they weren't actually connected by blood. But still, the god is both the father and the mother of all things.
And because all the creation is the part of god, this man was also a part of the Remorseless — his child.
In that sense, this one surely recieved the most of the father's blood [soul].
Satanael: Oh foolish God, your Law is a wrong one.
Satanael: This world is broken — and it needs to be turned right.
His original sin was — Pride.
Self-centered to the point of distrusting the whole world — absolutely sure of himself being good, being correct.
And to proove himself being correct, he was ready to do anything. Without shame. Without regret. The very concept of apologizing was not in this world.
He thought himself correct, and believed in his ideas completely.
An absolutely, perfectly clean, almost divine pride — feeling no remorse for his deeds.
Satanael: I shall create a snow-white soul [life], without a sin, without an impurity.
Satanael: Although it sounds like a work for a god — this is not a problem. The one in Heavens is impure.
Satanael: This place [The Divine Throne] is the one fitting for me.
With the living weapons he created, he concluded a great destruction — calling it a great purification. Truly, sounds like a task for the evil that eats evil.
And while the Remorseless with a sword alone exterminated the whole universe, this man took a roundabout way, using all the tools he could.
But it wasn't that much different. Without the practice and physical strength, the intelligence alone wouldn't make much difference.
So, in the end, those two resembled each other very much.
Muzan: Welcome, Nerose Satanael. I know you very well.
Muzan: I am the Remorseless. The one who could be called your ancestor.
Satanael... looking at the one who would later become the third god, the Remorseless smiled happily.
As if he was waiting for that moment.
Muzan: You want to correct the polluted world. Cannot forgive the sinful ones. You want to exterminate all the evil, and you wish for the land of goodness.
Muzan: But to destroy that filth you have to be drenched in blood yourself. After creating a pure world, in the end, you alone will remain, as an ultimate venom.
Muzan: Such is the chain of sin and punishment. Then, how will you act?
Muzan: For what purpose you have this smart head of yours?
Muzan: Embracing the same ideals with me, build an another land, different from mine. I believe that you can do it. This Paradise...
Muzan: Show it to me. Next is your turn.
By erasing the last, ultimate venom — himself — the Remorseless was trying to put the end to the war of good and evil from the first era.
Never wavering even a single bit, an endlessly strong and stern man.
Staying true to the oath of exterminating the evil through his whole life — eternally invincible.
Satanael: Then I will take your place through my own methods.
Satanael: Surely you won't call it cowardice, father.
If the Remorseless was the pinnance of military arts, then Satanael was the pinnance of wisdom. Warrior and scholar's battlefields are different to beging with.
In that sense, on his own field, the one of killing, the Remorseless was undefeated until the very end. Through all the eras, there was no other person who went through their life undefeated, like him.
However, Satanael was not a normal person — he instantly realized that his sworn enemy could not be defeated through the fighting.
Being the very image of effictiveness, optimization, and rationality — Satanael easily discarded his useless pride.
Like a machine — it might be a banal metaphor, but out of the all who lived in successive generation, Satanael was probably the most inhumane of then.

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[Satanael's monologue]
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— Truly, this is very much like you.
The Remorseless' thoughts come flowing.
They bear clear bloodlust, an oath name to which is — resentment.
"I will murder everyone, massacre everything. To right the mistakes of the past."
He truly feels not a single ounce of regret over his deeds. He will do it all over again — without a sign of regret.
Just by turning back one cannot return to the past. And because it's not over, there's nothing else left but to move forward.
Logically thinking, I always knew that The Second One was such a person. And, in the first place, someone him probably wasn't a human from the very beginning.
A blade named obsession, taken a human form — a monster. A regular logic does not apply to him.
If Hajun is a disaster, and the Gold is a war — then the Remorseless would be a sword, after all. A peerless weapon — unbelievably, enormously heavy, hard and never-breaking.
No matter how much blood this blade spills, it never rusts. Or rather, in this case, it grows sharper as it keeps killing.
Well, act as you wish then. I do not know how you see it, but I do not think that the Throne was surrendered to me.
I've reached the Divine Throne by my own means, and usurped it. Although I'm not interested in the matters of victory and defeat, the meaningless humility doesn't have a part in me either.
I will proceed in my own fashion, just like I said before.
Sloth is a sin, and ignorance is evil. Therefore, is there's a mystery, it must be unveiled.
The reason for a being like you appearing is amongst the things I'm interested in.
And as well I'm interested in why te world where I lived as a human — Paradise Lost — was created.
"Oh foolish God, your Law is a wrong one."
That raging howl of mine is still the same even now. And I do want to know its root.
From where that anger of ours comes from, and for what reason?
What new horizon it tries to reach?
The mistakes must be fixed — in that one thing I do agree with the Remorseless. And to correct those mistakes I need to learn the truth.
When I realized the fault in my rule, in that very moment I descended from the Throne, knowing that I cannot correct that fault.
If my Divine Throne was flawed from the very beginning, then to continue that rule would mean to become evil.
When I came to that resolution, I with resolve surrendered the Throne, and I do think that it was just — so I have no regrets over this act. As a child of Remorseless, I have so self-deprecating thoughts on that matter, father.
The fact that the one who took the Throne after me, the Mercury, was the embodiment of the self-destructive desire — I cannot call it anything but irony.
But perhaps the nature of the Throne succession is, in fact, like that.
The everlasting circle of opposing ideas. Eternal Recurrence changing into Sansara, and the kindness — into Metsujin Messou. In a sense, that's a pretty logical chain.
There is a certain beauty in that composition. And if we look at this from the other angle — as if it was intentional.
Then, surely there exists an original plan. Almost sounds like a God's hand, isn't it?
Truly intriguing. Then, in the fitting time, to the correct person, someone hands over the Throne.
If I were to do such a thing, I would surely create someone for that role. Namely — the Observer.
A trickster that looks at the scene from inside, guides and records, always at the major, but not the main role, who travels through all the ages, always at the very center of events.
From all who I've seen, the one who fits such a description is surely...
— H-ha...Ha-ha-ha-ha.
I've seen through you. What an outrageously evil existence.
— That... is certainly should be corrected.
I do not have much of a thing called persistence. Obsession, stubbornness — because I had no such things I without a fight surrendered the Throne.
As a child of the Remorseless, I realize that in that aspect I am different from my father.
And still, I feel something like that now.
— Apparently, I am fairly easy to anger.
If the one in Heaven is impure... the wrath from the past, once again...
— Emerges from the depths... And so, it seems like my deeds of cleansing are not over, after all.