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📖 Journal of DeLuna — Entry 70: The Light Bearer



This morning I was summoned privately by Lord Nyctharios the Unraveling Eclipse.

I believed I was about to die.

Actually no.

More specifically, I believed I was about to experience an extremely theatrical execution involving unnecessary lightning effects.

Instead something far stranger happened.

Several armored guards escorted me upward through the Dark Citadel toward what appeared to be Lord Nyctharios’ personal chamber.

The hallway itself contained at least six enormous paintings of him standing beside storms.

One painting included burning mountains in the background.

Another showed him holding the moon.

The room itself surprised me slightly.

Still dramatic.

Very dramatic.

Black furniture.

Heavy curtains.

Skulls everywhere for absolutely no practical reason.

But beneath all the theatrical nonsense…

it also looked lived in somehow.

Books stacked beside chairs.

Half-finished tea.

Blankets carelessly folded near the window.

At one point I noticed a plate containing ordinary biscuits beside a document labeled:

“THE FINAL ASCENSION OF DARKNESS.”

Lord Nyctharios himself stood near the balcony when I entered.

For several moments he remained silent while staring toward the purple sky above Grimhaven.

Then finally he turned dramatically.

The cape movement was honestly impressive.

“Lady Light Bearer,” he said.

Apparently this is my title now.

I was not consulted.

Then—

very quietly compared to yesterday—

he asked whether I truly served the capital.

I shook my head immediately.

To my surprise, he believed me almost instantly.

No interrogation.

No magical intimidation.

Nothing.

He simply nodded once like someone relieved rather than suspicious.

Then he asked about the glowing spoon.

Unfortunately this sentence sounds ridiculous no matter how truthfully I write it.

I explained that it was not a sacred relic.

Merely something built by Spathian.

Lord Nyctharios requested permission to hold it afterward.

So naturally I handed one of the most dangerous objects I own directly to the leader of a supervillain organization.

He looked genuinely fascinated.

Not in an evil way.

More like a child discovering legendary treasure inside an attic.

At one point he raised the spoon dramatically toward the ceiling while positioning his cape behind him.

Heroically.

I do not think he realized he was doing it.

Honestly…

he looked happy.

So I smiled and told him the pose looked very impressive.

This seemed to affect him emotionally for reasons I still do not fully understand.

Eventually I explained how I once used the glowing spoon during a speech near Yggdra to encourage frightened caravan travelers before entering the Path of Veils.

Lord Nyctharios listened with terrifying seriousness the entire time.

Like I was recounting ancient prophecy rather than embarrassing spoon history.

Then Lady Valthyria entered carrying tea.

Yesterday she looked like someone capable of unraveling the human soul merely by blinking incorrectly.

Today she looked mostly tired.

Still intimidating.

Still wearing enough black eyeliner to alarm medical professionals.

But tired.

She placed tea carefully beside us.

Then while turning to leave, she quietly picked up a small stuffed rabbit resting near the bookshelf.

I think she realized too late that I noticed.

“It is a cursed vessel,” she explained immediately without turning around.

Her voice sounded deeply formal.

Also deeply embarrassed.

Then she left carrying the rabbit very quickly.

Several minutes later Baron Zorvathian entered the room.

Or perhaps drifted into the room.

That feels more accurate.

He stared silently at both of us for an extremely uncomfortable amount of time.

Then suddenly said:

“Ah. I forgot the Grimoire of Darkness.”

He retrieved a book from the shelf beside me.

I saw the title clearly.

It was a children’s story collection.

Then he wandered out again.

Approximately ten minutes later he returned abruptly.

This time looking deeply alarmed.

“The future fractures,” he announced.

“There will be a great earthquake within one or two days.”

Lord Nyctharios immediately stood up.

No hesitation whatsoever.

“Are you certain?” he demanded.

Baron Zorvathian lifted the children’s book solemnly.

“The Grimoire of Darkness confirms it.”

And somehow—

everyone took this seriously.

Orders spread through the citadel almost immediately afterward.

Evacuation preparations.

Supply movement.

Structural inspections.

Warning notices.

I watched armored members of The League of Eternal Darkness sprint through hallways while dramatically shouting things like:

“THE EARTH ITSELF SHALL TREMBLE BEFORE OUR PROPHECY.”

One accidentally crashed into a table during the announcement.

Then Lord Nyctharios turned toward me.

“Lady Light Bearer,” he said gravely.

“Will you lend your strength to the salvation of Grimhaven?”

I do not know how he says these things with such sincerity.

The worst part is that for several seconds…

I genuinely felt like I possessed hidden destiny.

I may be emotionally vulnerable to dramatic speeches.

This is deeply concerning.

By evening my status officially changed from prisoner to “honored guest under protective observation.”

I now possess a personal room inside the Dark Citadel.

The bed is comfortable.

There are curtains.

Several snacks appeared mysteriously near the desk sometime after dinner.

Honestly…

this may be the nicest imprisonment experience of my life so far.

I still do not fully understand Grimhaven.

Or The League of Eternal Darkness.

Or why none of this feels as frightening anymore.

But tonight, while listening to distant organ music echoing through the citadel halls…

I realized something quietly unsettling.

I do not think these people are pretending to be villains because they enjoy evil.

I think they simply forgot how to stop performing once the world started believing them.

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